a smile can change everything

You’re the one reason I wake up in the morning, you’re the one reason I find a way to smile, you’re the one person that can change everything around when it is going bad. Your eyes, your smile, your everything, your laugh, your look in your eyes when you talk to me. It’s just everything about you that makes me want you even more.
—  Unknown
If you've ever been in love.

You’ll know the feeling.
How you feel insane and time passes so slowly
when you’re not with them.
How they dominate your thoughts
and you can almost feel them with you.
How you can’t help but smile
when you know they’re thinking about you.
How when things aren’t going well it drives you insane,
and you can’t seem to think straight.
How when they’re not yours,
you miss them so much,
and you feel that dull emptiness in your chest.
Most of all, you’ll know how they’re literally everything to you,
and nothing can change that.

You’re the one reason I wake up in the morning, you’re the one reason to find a way to smile, you’re the one person that can change everything around when it is going bad, your eyes, your smile, your everything, your laugh, your look in your eyes when you talk to me. It’s just everything about you that makes me want you even more.

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“You are the love of my life. Everything I have and everything I am is yours, forever.”

“You fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.”

“You’re the one reason I wake up in the morning, you’re the one reason I find a way to smile, you’re the one person that can change everything around when it is going bad. Your eyes, your smile, your everything, your laugh, your look in your eyes when you talk to me. It’s just everything about you that makes me want you even more.”


kara ‘I have supersenses but I’m so in love with cat grant that I blocked everything but her out’ danvers, everyone


JCW - for “Hallyu Pia”, Japanese Magazine [x]

I hope he’s worth it. A N.G imagine.

It was currently 2 a.m. Which to be honest, wasn’t usually a normal hour to be awake at for you. But something was on your mind. That something being more like a someone. Nash Grier. The guy who has been on your mind so much since you moved to L.A. You love him so much it hurts. And your pretty sure he loves you but.. You have your boyfriend bf/n. You finally decide to get up.

The car ride to his house is a short but stressful one. You rapidly walk up to front steps and stop at the front door.Gosh y/n! what are you doing here?” you say mentally slapping yourself for being so stupid. But there is no going back now. 

You take your shaky hand and knock lightly on the door. No answer. “He’s probably not here.” you think even though his car was in the parking space. You start walking down the front steps.“Y/N? What time is it?” You hear Nash say turning around. “Umm.” you say getting up the stairs. “It’s 2:20.” You answer after looking at your phone. “Okey, and can I know what the hell your doing at my house at 2:20?”

“Well, to be honest, I’m not really sure what I’m doing here.” You say. “Wha-” “Shut-up, let me talk without saying anything.” You cut him by saying. “Ever since I’ve met you, my life has turned upside down. You make me question everything. I can’t even decide what I want to eat for dinner without having an existential crisis anymore! And that, that’s bad. Ohh yes it’s bad.” “Y/N-” “Shut it Grier!”

“But god does it feel right. When I’m with you everything feels better, more intense. I love that. I also love the fact that I can truly be myself around you, cause I know you’d never judge me. I love that your smile makes everything brighter. I love that you can change my mood in just a second. You make me happy, you make me mad. You make me smile, you make me cry. You make me wanna scream and shout and break the world apart. And that, that scares me. I’m scared of what I’d actually be able to do to ensure your happiness. But you know what really scares me? The power you have over me. Because I have a wonderful boyfriend that makes me feel wanted and beautiful and somehow, I’m still in love with you. And that scares me, being in love with you scares me."  You finish saying with a shaky breath filled with hope and fear all at once. 

You realize Nash is looking down at the ground and seems to be thinking out the situation. He stays silent. ” Please Nash, say something.“ “I-I’m in love with you too.” “ W-wait… Really?” you ask suddenly unsure of yourself. “Yeah.” he says with a small smile. “I’m so in love with you Y/N.” A small shaky laugh comes out on your cold lips. Your whole body is filled with happiness and hope for the boy standing in front of you. But, reality swooshs back in and makes every glimpse of hope disappear. 

“Nash, you do realise we can’t be together right?” you say while small salty tears start forming in the creek of your eyes. “Yeah..” Nash says his tone suddenly getting serious. Your brain starts recording the awkwardness of the situation and you start panicking internally. “Umm, this was a bad idea, I-I should go home.” You say turning your back to the tall silhouette standing in front of you. “Y/N wait.” he says taking a grip on your arm turning you around. 

“ Can-can I kiss you?” he asks with all the softness in the world. “ I thought you’d never ask.” you say getting out a shaky breath. Your lips immediately connect. Your world stops turning. Everything surrounding you feels worthless next to this magical moment. The image of your boyfriend appears in your head which causes you to pull away. “I-I gotta go.” you say. You turn around and start going down the stairs. “ I hope he’s worth it.” you hear Nash whisper. “ Yeah, me too.” you say before getting in your car and driving away.

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It doesn’t take much to make somebody’s day brighter.

A compliment.
A hug.
A smile.

Few seconds of your day can change everything. Please be positive and spread that to the people around you. We really need to see the bright side of things

Today, the weather was great. Yesterday, it rained. Before then, it was just a normal day. Now, a small flower is blossoming. The flower was awaken with a bright smile from yesterday’s rain. The bird there, and the tree standing over there, and I… smiled because of the rain that once came. And there is a girl. But, we don’t know when the rain will greet her. I miss her innocent bright smile. One day, we too will greet the girl as a drop of rain. I dream of flowers blossoming next year, and hope the girl can smile too. Water changes everything.

August and he eyes you across the bar, a shot glass in his hand, a vampire smile gracing his lips. But he doesn’t look like a monster, doesn’t look like a boy you’d see on the other side of a smoke filled room. He looks like a boy who drinks in books and smiles because he doesn’t know how to frown and laughs because his soul doesn’t know sadness.

September and you wait for his name to light up your phone like he has lit up your body. You let his voice fill you for hours until you’re exhaling his name and you reach out to feel the edge, but the truth is, you’ve already fallen.

October and he holds your face in his hands like it is the most delicate flower in human existence, he kisses you under the streetlight on the corner of your neighborhood and his breath washes over you, wave after wave, an ocean that is filling your lungs, a heart you want to reach out and grab but he keeps it behind bars- he says he’s been hurt too many times before.

November and he meets your friends, you meet his family, he fucks you in the upstairs bedroom of his old house. His sister looks at you like you’re going to be the next one to bite it. But he runs his fingers over your arms like your skin is that keyboard he’s always hunched over, runs his palms up your thighs like they are the spines of the greatest books in the world library.

December and you build snowmen together, you roll in the drifts of powder and wonder what your future will be together. He stays home on Christmas and doesn’t pick up the phone and his mother calls you the next morning to tell you he drank himself half to death. He says Christmas isn’t for him, magic died away for him too long ago.

January comes and it’s a new year. You cut your hair and he leans back in his chair and says he doesn’t like it too much but the same night his teeth clamp down on your neck and you are calling out his name. But morning comes and with the sun you don’t know if you could wake up to him every day for the rest of forever. He smiles at you with a Camel cigarette hanging between his teeth.

February and you go to his apartment to find another girl’s perfume spilled all over the carpet. He grabs your arm and begs you to stay but with one foot out the door he is screaming, he is telling you to fuck off, he is saying you were never good enough anyways, she was such a better fuck.

March and you are locked away in the black hole of your room. You tear apart pictures of you together and scrub your skin raw trying to rid yourself of his touch. You shower in scalding hot water, you brush your hair out because he loved to braid it before you slept, you curse his new girlfriend but cry yourself to sleep missing him.

April and your fingers are curled around another boy’s arm. But his eyes do not glitter the same, his touch is sloppy and his lips are messy and he thinks he’s a good writer when really he just pens down drunken words that kind of rhyme and he’s not him. He’s not him. He’s not him.

May and you cut your hair. You cut your hair. You cut it until there’s nothing left you dress differently now you’ve tattooed your skin with patterns that don’t remind you of him, you let the sun kiss your face and you kiss the sky back, you hug trees, you smile when you can and cry when you need to but sometimes you see someone exactly like him crossing the street or sitting in your old favorite coffee shop and your stomach twists, your heart throbs. Come back, come back.

June and there are days you still think of him, nights you still dream of him. But that’s what first loves are for and now your step is a little lighter, your eyes a little brighter, you don’t feel like ripping yourself apart until you can be something he will love again. You have learned that your body is a vessel of your beautiful soul, that self love is not the same as narcissism.

July and you are stardust and fireworks and flowers growing around the hollows of your ribcage. You are honest smiles and real giggles.

August and everything is okay.

—  A year can change more than you think

mystarsandmyocean  asked:

HMMMMM this is a very tough decision for me you know how I feel about AUs :P I chooooooooose: Found their phone number in a library book AU. DO YOUR WORST.

Oh I knew you would just love this meme! Thanks for the pick, hun. It was a lot of fun to write :)

Hope you like it!!
FF.net - AO3

It starts as an ordinary Saturday morning, a walk through Starling city’s public library in search of a story to keep her company for the following week; and a story she finds in the form of a handwritten phone number scribbled right on the corner of the first page of an old edition of Les Misérables.

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