always remember you are beautiful

think about all the cute people you’ve seriously crushed on in class or the times you’ve looked at a stranger and realized just how beautiful they looked in that moment, flecks of gold light hitting the tips of their eyelashes, deep in thought, rosy-cheeked and unknowingly captivating

now think about how many times that’s likely happened to you but no one voiced it. just like you have secretly admired others, others have admired you. someone has been silently overwhelmed with the uniqueness of your features or the velvet smoothness of your voice. even though you might not always be told how beautiful you are, remember this. and maybe even tell someone the next fleeting compliment you have, because people aren’t reminded often enough just how beautiful they are

i just want to take this moment to imagine 20(?) year old Ichigo Kurosaki pining so much over Orihime that his friend who is literally a spirit living in a different world noticed and told him to confess his feelings


hi guys! I got something today!

i thought about this a lot
Leon is my best character but i don’t know his bday and he is 40 now.

So I decided to celebrate his birthday every month. well i have wanted this for a long time. why not

i prepared with my heart all of this. hope you do not use for any purposes.

and here you go :)

Happy Birthday in January♥

Congrats on your 40th birthday Leon!

you are my best character ever. i’m really happy to know about you.

remember always safe driving and more careful with your beautiful hair.

i’ll always be here for support you. hope a great year.♥ :)

(pls eat your cake sir)

i know it’s hard to accept compliments as anything other than lies. but when somebody blurts, “you’re beautiful,” take a breath. think of your dog, panting happily and covered in mud. think of your mother in her bathrobe with her hair in tinfoil while the dye sets. think of your best friend with her face streaked with tears and makeup. think of your little brother when he was sick and his face was a red puffy mess. think of how, even then, your heart swelled up with love of them. this is i think where compliments come from: when they look at you, no matter what, they see somebody beautiful, not some body, beautiful.

everyone acting like Lydia crying over Stiles is making her weak and a cry baby but. I mean.
She’s so strong. She’s literally the only one that is not to giving up. Yeah, she cries. But crying doesn’t mean being weak. And she’s not crying because “omg I love him so much I’m worthless without him”. She cries because something important in her life is missing and she has no clue on how bring him back. She can’t even remember what she’s missing can you imagine how frustrating that is? Have you ever managed with something like that? No. Not remembering things it’s a disease and it makes you empty and powerless. I mean, how do you feel when you have to tell something to someone and you just can’t? Awful. Now think about not remembering the person that always told you how smart you are. How beautiful. How worthy. 
And plus she’s the only one in this. No one believes her. No one listens to her. 
She’s not weak because of her love. She’s broken because she’s strong and she can’t give up


Disabled // Queer // Femme Trans Boi (he/him/his) // Latinx // Punk // Radical

My contribution to the Trans Day of Visibility! Fuck gender norms, I’m making my own definition of masculinity, and reinventing “pretty boy swag.” Reppin’ it for all the other disabled qtpoc folk out there. Rise up and let your voices be heard! Never be silenced, never let this world erase you. Live your truth and be proud, because you matter. Your voice, your presence, together we show the world that we matter, that we’re here and that they’re not taking shit away from us. No matter how much they oppress us, we ain’t goin no fuckin’ place! Keep on living your truth, and living authentically. You are beautiful and valid. Always remember that you matter, and that you are enough! ♡ ♡ ♡

Quick self-reminder: 

Take me out to the black.
Tell them I ain’t comin’ back.
Burn the land
And boil the sea.
You can’t take this guy from me.


@taylorswift Happy 27th Birthday to you, love! When I say I can’t believe you’re 27 already, I really can’t. You’ve been a part of my life since you were only 19 and I can’t believe how far we’ve come since then! I hope that you get to spend your birthday in any way that you want to, whether it be with lots of friends or family doing something crazy, or just at home with the cats eating lots of chocolate cake💗 I hope you always remember that you are worth every breath you take and you are beautiful inside and out, and never let ANYONE not even your pretty little mind let you believe any different. I love you Tay, I hope you have the best birthday. You deserve it.

Sending endless love & hugs from CT💗
xoxo JULI aka JULES

I love you - Part 2 - Sehun angst

Originally posted by drawien

Okay I couldn’t just leave it there I had to finish it for my own sanity. Here is part 2.

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“Good morning Jagi, happy anniversary!” he said happily, sitting cross legged next to her. “We’ve been together for so long now… I remember the first day that we met! You came barrelling right into me and spilt coffee all over me - it burnt a lot, by the way, I never really forgave you for that. But I forgive you now, don’t worry.”

It was quiet for a moment as he thought back to that day.

“You were so cute back then, baobei, what happened?” he laughed, then looked over to her. “I’m joking; you’re always beautiful.”

He sat up suddenly, staring. “Remember what I told you six months ago on that… night? Well, here it is. Suho-hyung helped me pick out a ring and everything - even offered to pay for it, but I wouldn’t let him. It was hard, I couldn’t decide. It had to be perfect for you, jagi, just like you. I’m sorry I couldn’t make it more romantic but I can’t really wait any longer…”

He slid the small black velvet box from his jean pocket and opened it, even getting down on one knee. “Don’t laugh at me, jagi, I have to do it properly…” he muttered, throwing a quick glance at the sky.

“Will you marry me?” he asked, then paused, taking the ring out of the box. “I’m going to take your silence as a yes…”

He took out a simple silver chain that already had a small star dangling from it that he had bought her for their first year anniversary and he slid the engagement ring down it, tucking the necklace carefully down his collar again.

“I love you jagi. I miss you.”

It was silence as he sat there quietly, staring into space. Six unbearable months had passed since his jagiya had been stolen from him and he was never the same. He woke every night drenched in sweat with the feel of her touch fresh on his skin. He kept seeing her out the corner of his eye, or hearing her play their piano in the living room. He kept hearing her voice throughout the day and he would turn towards it, looking for her. But she was never there.

He was never there.

“I didn’t love you enough,” he mumbled, looking down at the grass and playing with it. “I had you right there, you were always right there, and I didn’t realise. I was never home and whenever I was, I didn’t make time for you. You were so happy to see me, all the time. It didn’t matter what mood you were in or what was happening, you always smiled at me.”

He pressed a hand to his mouth as he let tears fall out of his eyes slowly, the normal pain in his chest swelling, clogging his throat.

“I need you here with me. I need you. I need to hold you until everything is better and then I need to hold you some more. Why did you leave me, jagi? Why did you have to go?”

He scrubbed some of the tears off his face, sighing loudly.

“I remember once, you came to surprise me at one of my concerts. I was tired and all I wanted to do right then was go to sleep. And then you turned up! You had taken the time off work to fly all the way out to China to see me and I couldn’t believe it. I had never been so happy to see you. I think that weekend was the best weekend I had ever had.”

“You taught me how to drive. You taught me that thing where you throw spaghetti at the wall to check if it’s done. You taught me how to play the piano. You taught me how to cook. You taught me how to do the waltz. You taught me English. What did I teach you? What did I actually teach you, jagiya?”

He inhaled deeply, breathing uneven as more tears leaked out the corner of his eyes.

“I taught you that your boyfriend would ignore your calls. I taught you that the man who said he loved you was going to ignore you for two months. I taught you how to deal with your own demons and problems whilst I was out of the country. I taught you how to live on your own for months on end. I taught you nothing but neglect on my part and I am so, so sorry,” he whispered, scooting his body closer to her. “I didn’t deserve you. You needed to be cherished and adored and told how beautiful you are every single morning and every single night and looked after and cared for when you were sick or to be told that you should bring an umbrella to work that day because it looked like it was going to rain or- or- or…”

He sobbed loudly, bringing his knees up to his face and crying into them.

“I didn’t deserve you. You should have left me a long time ago because I was never enough. I chose work over you and I couldn’t even help you when you needed me the most!” he cried. “I WAS OUT OF THE FUCKING COUNTRY WHEN YOU DIED ON THE PHONE TO ME!” he screamed in anger.

“I’m sorry jagi. I love you.”

He pressed a soft kiss against the smooth marble of her gravestone, his tears dripping onto it.

“Miss you.”


— About 710 words —

I didn’t know what exactly I should write into the header, so I simply made it like this, hope it’s okay!

You are beautiful, okay? Just always remember that! I love you so much. You are amazing! :) xx

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