always run back

No matter how far out into the wrong you've gone and for how long, ALWAYS run back to Allah, as only with Allah, you will find refuge and tranquility.
Haikyuu!! AU

Kageyama having a really bad stutter and Hinata getting really frustrated with him at first but soon learning to be really patient.
Sometimes Kageyama gets frustrated with himself bc he has such a hard time saying stuff and Hinata always runs his back a little and smiles at him and says “it’s okay take your time”
Hinata starts taking him to speech therapy bc he wants to help Kageyama and Kageyama used to not want the help so he never really went until Hinata started accompanying him during the sessions

just like the ink, that dries within a blink
tears fall down and drowns me deep 
pain fills me and i can’t keep up 
i tried to run but always fall 
back to you my start, my end, my last 

Late Night Rants

I am watching InuYasha, and this episode focuses on Kikyo, and I swear I have never hated a fictional character so much. Like I remember watching InuYasha back then and I just thought she was so irrelevant and I was RIGHT. HE ALWAYS RUNS BACK TO HER, LIKE I JUST WANNA PULL INUYASHA OUTTA THE SCREEN AND BE LIKE. “INUYASHA, I GET YOU LIKED KIKYO BUT YOU DIDNT EVEN KNOW HER FOR THAT LONG. YOU’VE BEEN TRAVELLING WITH KAGOME AND SHE JUST UGH.” 

Originally posted by 50-shades-of-fuucked-upp

Like I know Kagome and Inuyasha end up together at the end, but I really needed to get that off my chest. 

Originally posted by kashmayuu

halftruthsandhyperbole hat auf dein Foto geantwortet:aw, i’m glad about the progress i made –– the dag…
it looks so good!

THANK YOU!! … imagine the dag, cheedo and their baby (’cause it’s theirs, and it’s a girl and of course they name her angharad), when she’s a little older ofc,  driving around on that motorcycle, looking for lost people that may need help (sometimes they meet up w/ max and they travel along for a while)

artistwithindarkness asked:

I turned on your post notifs bc I need to read what you have to write. I need to detach myself from him. I'm tired of always running back to him. I cant do it anymore. I need to move on with my life and I think you can help me do that. Thank you.

I’m the one that should thank you!

☹ consequences; cero

[ rgcero​ ]

Growing up wealthy and sheltered sounds good on the surface. However, its never just that. Despite being a boy who once experienced a lavish life, spoiled with toys and food and goodies of every shape and size; despite having a home to always run back too, Taeil was not the small child he once was. 

No one ever talked about how evil rich parents can be. No one ever talked about how wicked it was to be controlled, how awful it felt when your decisions weren’t your own. When Taeil was young, he admired rogue thieves and dirty, scumbag businessmen–not for their acts of treachery nor for their violence; Taeil saw such thugs to be men who chose for themselves. Men who were free. 

And perhaps it was due to his lack of bonding with his mother and father; their sheer lack of care for their child; perhaps he was still a young boy locked inside an older body: Taeil was the kind of boy who never outgrew acting out to be noticed. Though he hid his misdeeds behind a guise of resentment, though he pretended to steal for food, for clothes, a place to sleep at night, a place where he was safe: there was something else inside of him too, something that drove him to steal, to cheat, to fight. That same feeling he harbored deep down was what made him run away when he was young; it was the same feeling behind his emotional outbursts, the tantrums he threw as a small child. That feeling… that impending though that always prevailed: If no one notices me I will die.

It’s for food money, Taeil told himself; slyly pushing his skinny fingers into the pocket of a gruffer looking man. I am doing this so I can live. And when Taeil thought like that, he felt his guilt flutter away. He could justify his wrong doings because he simply wanted to survive. Though his target was a man with such an overpowering stature, Taeil had that knack for picking fights with the wrong people; it was as though he was always subconsciously asking to get his ass kicked. And despite Taeil’s own belief that he was a great thief as opposed to a pitiful one, everyone had to face the consequences of their wrong doings at some point. Though he assumed the festival to be the perfect opportunity for looting, somewhere in the back of his head Taeil had a sinking suspicion; a dreadful feeling that he was in for a rude awakening.

But even so, he ever so stealthily fished out what his hand found in the stranger’s pocket and slipped it into his own; scurrying away as casually as he could manage before being detected by the man. Watching around nervously to ensure his action had gone unseen, he began his escape. Taeil scampered into the nearest alley, dodging the crowds of passerby, trying to get away from the hubbub of the festival to count his new fortunes before his target noticed; before the chase began.

anonymous asked:

I've been getting an urge to text my ex ... I just want to get him back and talk to him so bad but I'm always the one running back ... And I want him to run back to me instead ... But I miss him so much

That’s me every damn day tbh even though I know it’s going to either end in a fight or him ignoring me but I’m kinda okay with fighting at this point ya know? I miss him so much that I’d much rather be hurt by him then not talk to him at all. I know it’s so fucked up anyway sorry for making it about me. All I can really say is, I know how hard it is but you have to know your self worth. Make him want to text you, don’t let your feelings for him control you that much. Put him in the position your in. I know it sounds like a really bitchy thing to do but maybe in the process you’ll get over him? Don’t take my word for it though I don’t have much experience in expressing my feelings

dear the guy who will never love me as much as I love you,

you’d probably find sick satisfaction in me saying you ruined me, you’d like to think that you’ve destroyed my ability to open up to anyone but you. I will not give you that type of empowerment. you feel justified in the sense you have some type of hold over me, that no matter what happens; I’ll always come running back to you. I’d love to be the bearer of bad news, and you should know you do not have that grasp on me. this constant game that you’re playing, there is no winner. whether you figure it out sooner or later, I know you will come to learn that this game is a full round about circle, a game you keep playing until someone decides to give up. ever since I was a kid, I watched the dysfunctional relationship that was my parents. I was raised thinking it was acceptable. I think I’ve come to terms with the fact I will never live that white picket fence life. My relationships will always be hectic, my life will never be simple and I will never see in a black and white concept of how other expect me to perceive. Everyone around me says things like “you deserve better” and “brianna, you need some healthy and stable”. Why? So I can be confused and frustrated because that language is so foreign to me? You remind me a lot of my dad. and I think that’s what pulls me into you. I probably never told you, but my dad had a drinking problem too. No, I probably told you but you were too caught up in yourself to be really listening. Yeah, my dad did that too. Always in one ear and out the other… like when the doctor told him he was dying, he continued to drink. Or when my mother said she was living him, he continued to screw up. You’re stubborn like my dad, hard headed like the Marine he was. You’re set in your ways, you think you’ve got it all figured out. Did I mention my dad had a drinking problem like yours? You’re scared, you’re confused, you’re frustrating because you don’t understand why. He was the same way. He cursed the sky for not comprehending his feelings, why his heart felt one way and his head felt another, why he didn’t want to drink but his bones begged for the warmth of the lager… He cursed his dad. Just like you do. Like the time we talked about your dad not caring about the monsters you thought were hiding under your bed. How he told you not be depressed, but read the bible and pray because all of your fears will be answered with the power of God. How he hit you for questioning why God never fixed anything. Or the night we drank a bottle of dark rum, laid on the kitchen floor of your new place. You were yelling about how you would keep the fridge door open as long as you’d like, and no one was going to hit you for such a careless act. We laid there in silence when you began crying. I wasn’t used to seeing my dad cry either. You told me you were sorry. It was rare to see my dad apologize too. I didn’t know what you were sorry for, and it didn’t matter. I took you to your bed, held you in my arms, and let you fall into a slumber of drunken words that weren’t met to be remembered in the morning. There’s a reason you’ll never see this letter, but there’s reasons I had to write it. You call me crazy and bitter and angry when I come to with words of exclusively committing or confront you with something I’m unhappy about. My dad used to do the same thing to my mom. Finding comfort with a different girl in your bed every other night, is something you make for yourself. I am no one to make the judgement and tell you that not alright. But I am aloud to tell you, that making me feel like I was the only girl in that bed is not alright. You caress me and kiss me like, I’m the only light in your world. Like I’m the reason your sun comes up the next day. Realizing that I’m not, is like having my entire sun taken away. The light is dim and it’s hard to see anything else around me but the faint detailing of your eyes. There’s this quote from a movie that explains how I feel with you more then I could do in my own words, it does something like this.. “It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you too and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes but… but not because you’re possessive or it’s precisely sexual but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and it’s sad, but only because this life will end, no it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say different dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship… or just life, I guess.” The movies called Frances Ha and I doubt you’ll ever watch it, because you don’t like independent films but maybe you will for my sake. I see you, in all aspects. When you walk into a room, you’re all I see. When you give me those salty morning kisses, my limbs forget anything they know about gravity. But when you tell me that you’re there for me, I know it’s only when it’s convenient and easy for you. and when I tell you I love you and you say it back, I know it’s only a drunken confusion between your head and your heart. I don’t think you know what love is. I want to be the person who shows you that you can love and can be loved. I want you to know that you can make a home inside of my soul, where all your demons and angels can rest peacefully. I want to be your good and bad days, I want you to be able to tell me you’re not okay. You don’t need to put up this wall, because I’ll eventually break it down. You might be a lot like my dad, but so am I. We were both warriors and we’ll never go down without a fight. 


Somehow it always comes back to #running 🏃🏾👟 Well my version of running 😂 which is somewhere between a walk, a jazz 2 step, and skipping 😂😂😂. A knee i jury sidelined me for about 6 weeks recently and today is the first official day back at it.💕🌟Slow &steady. Progress not perfection. ☀️ Patience. ✨ There is no finish line. 🏃🏾 #veganrunning #earlymornings #nevergiveup #beginagain #newstart #beinspired #fitness #vegan #lifewideopen #slowlifestyle #slowdown

Everybody don’t understand why I wanted to commit suicide last year like I really believe like truly believe that nobody cares about me. Like I’m alone I’m always alone and don’t nobody care to be or make an effort to be in my life. I have family members who really can give two fucks if I’m here today and gone tomorrow. I’ve never had a stable relationship with nobody. people in my life come and go and I’m always the one running back trying to make it work with everybody friends, family, boyfriends. Like nobody would have came back if I didn’t go running trying to get them back in my life. Nobody cares about me and I know that.