when i was a freshman in college my roomate would always stress out abt finding people to eat with bc she didnt want to eat alone. id ask her why and shed tell me its sad and u look like u have no friends… and whenever i’d stay up past 9 pm shed turn out all the lights and go to bed and act rly passive agressive and thrash around in her bed bc my laptop screen was too bright lol im so glad i dont have a roomate anymore

Stranded. /Open RP/

((Mer!Mairon AU, info here and here))

If he hadn’t been so shocked by the rather overzealous dolphin when trying to return to the depths, then he was sure he would have been back in the deepest depths, rather than the shallows, too close to the shore. He had heard too much of the land-dwellers, and he didn’t want to encounter any of them.

But, the light was too bright, and he couldn’t even see where he was supposed to be going. He paused as he felt his tentacles dragging across the sands in the shallow waters and he paused, remaining still as he tried to regain his bearings.

Mairon could feel the waters moving, the sounds of splashing as something approached him, and he gave a quiet hiss, letting his fins and tentacles splay out slightly to try and warn the other off.


You and I both know there’s got to be some greater storyline for you than “girl gets heart broken, was sad forever”. I think a nice one would be “girl gets heart broken, was sad for a while but in her heartbreak she found freedom, friends, and the ability to look back and laugh at all she’d learned. She now lives her life on her own terms and still has fantastic hair.”


*tries to take new pictures of self but hasn’t worn anything elaborate in so long that the makeup just gives me an intense headache and i give up after a few photos lol* :“3


That kind of thing really pisses me off, though. It’s a feeling I personally have all the time. Like, the only way I can survive in a situation is by clenching my fists to hide my painted nails. I actually find myself doing that sometimes just in case someone would give me a hard time for being gay or feminine – maybe no one would – but someone might. So it pisses me off that I still feel like that at 32. I’m 32, and I still feel meek and apologetic about who I am. In a way, I’m ashamed that I’m not 100 percent there. But I want and need to to be 100 percent there– hopefully for me and other people.