all words for love

anonymous asked:

Congratulations on 200 followers! I really, really love reading your stuff! You're so creative and write all the members in such a great way! When I was in high school writing was such a big part of my life but since college I haven't had time or motivation. I never really got into fan-fiction but reading your stories has sparked something new in me! For the first time in years, yesterday, I sat down and started writing out some of my ideas. It was soooo refreshing! And all thanks to you! xx

First, Nonnie-chan, I am sorry for this getting lost in the chaos that is my inbox! You should know when this actually arrived in my inbox and I read it I cried like a baby! I really did. I struggle with a lot of insecurities, and probably nothing more in my life than my writing. 

So, I wanted to tell you how much I LOVE YOU!!!! This note came at the most perfect time and it touched me so deeply! You have no idea!

Thank you for sharing these words with me, they spoke so deeply and sincerely into my heart! As a writer, it’s a wonder to know that your words can have the power to bring light and goodness into someone’s life. To know that your words somehow make a difference in the vast world around you. But…to know that my words have sparked a passion in someone to actually write themselves? Oh my…that is so breathtakingly beautiful! 

If you ever care to share any of your writing I would love to read it. I am not just a writer of fanfics but I love to read them as well! 

Thank you again for sharing that you’re writing! It has me walking on the clouds and my heart is soaring!!! You’re beautiful and I love you! MMMWAH

screaminggreyunicorn  asked:

I love your art. It's fucking beautiful and I love all your OCs even when they're sadistic misanthropists. Everytime I see your art I think "Fuck, I want to draw like that." Please never stop. Now, that was the soft part. Now... *shoot with the Comfort-Cannon* TAKE MY LOVE IN YOUR FACE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Originally posted by thenichibro

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I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND.

All other husbands have to step up their game.
I AM PUTTING YOU ALL ON NOTICE.

Because this is what Werepenguin just gave me. He saw the commission that the amazingly-sweet and wonderfully-talented @yliseryn did for me of Allura in my wedding dress, and this idea began to form in his mind.

And this? This isn’t just Allura in my wedding dress. It’s Shiro in Werepenguin’s suit & tie. That’s OUR cake with OUR cake topper. And then Louise, being the utter sweetheart she is, added the b&w images. And then Werepenguin asked her for color versions of THOSE.

And, on top of all of this, I now have a 20x30 METAL PRINT of that top image that I can hang in our home so everyone can see it. Because this is how happy the memory of our wedding day makes him, even 8 years out. (Well, almost 8 years; he gave this to me as an early anniversary present because he couldn’t stand to sit on it any longer.)

I cried when he gave it to me. I’m crying a bit now. I married the most wonderful man and he is absolutely the best thing in my life and if there’s anything that proves that it’s that I cannot come up with the words to describe how I feel.

@joshkeaton @thebestlaurenmontgomery @bext-k

i.
you’ll realize you’re in too deep when you find yourself staring a little longer than you used to, or when you realize you’ve been imagining scenarios where you wake up to them in your arms, or when you realize that they’ve done something ordinary but all you can do is smile because it’s just so cute, because they’re just so cute
that’s when you realize you’re fucked

ii.
you’ve fallen
hard

iii.
they didn’t catch you
and now you’ve hit the ground without anything to brace yourself again, nothing to soften the blow
you’ve got a face full of gravel and blood and when you look up at them, you decide you can’t blame them for not wanting to get their hands dirty


iv.
you blame the stars for not aligning the way they should have
you blame time for not being on your side
you blame circumstance
you blame situations
you blame fate
you blame them
you blame yourself

v.
you love them
and it’s a goddamn tragedy
because you look at them as if they’re the sun
and you can’t even see that they’ve lit your whole world on fire

vi.
there’s no saying whether or not this story will end in tears or smiles, whether you two will be making love or making your ways through life separately
all i know is
everything will work out the way that it’s meant to
and that broken hearts can be mended
—  on loving someone who loves another
(cc, 2017)
When you have the need to look for me in other people, please remember that I will not be found. Instead, try looking for me in any form of words that makes you feel like it is poetry. That is where you will find me. I will be waiting.
—  Lukas W. // I live in words
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Andrew flicked him a cool look. “I told her what would happen if she raised her hand again. She had no right to act so surprised.

she drinks a little too much and cries a little too often, and the music she paints are full of colours you created.
—  j.f // excerpts of stories I will never write • you’re everything I write and everything I don’t
God did not ask you to be like others; God asked you to be like Him. Don’t compare yourself with those around you, they are not your role to follow. Jesus is.

To the one that I lost,

Tonight I watched a meteor shower with a boy. He was a very nice boy- more than nice, he was charming and funny and kind, and we ran barefoot under the stars to dance to our favourite song at the party, and he lent me his blue velvet jacket and pulled me up onto the wall to sit with him. And we watched the shooting stars, and he held my hand and turned his head, and we kissed. And it was a very nice kiss. And that’s why I hated you right at that moment.

Because I know, that every time I ever do something like that; watching silver bursts of light on the midnight blue, or kissing someone with the music playing behind my back, or dipping my legs in the freezing river with my party clothes still on, I will think of you. And I will think of running through the sand dunes and lying with you by the fire on the beach and your guitar and your smell and your brown hands and your hands in my hair and your lips on mine and our favourite songs together, and the ones we wrote together, and the nights we would lie under the same blanket I still use and you would just hold me tight and I would never have bad dreams.

So because of you, the poor boy in the blue velvet smoking jacket can text me and ring me and meet me for coffee, but he will never be you. And I will not love him, and I will think of you every time I look into his eyes, every time I see his blonde hair and not your golden hair, and you will follow me to the ends of the earth.

But as much as I hate you for that, I still love you. And I hate that as well. So I will not send this, but I will write the words to get them out of me, because otherwise I will never be rid of you.

With all my love,
Yours.

—  Love Letters at 1.41 AM