and dreaming of a better day

Perfect ENTP Stereotype: Marc Maron

“Left wing, right wing, I am wingless and tired of trying to fly. Here comes the ground.”

“Have you ever had one of those moments when you look up and realize that you’re one of those people you see on the train talking to themselves?”

“The bile makes it better. I am an information wasting machine - 100s of words a day.”

“It’s not all about love. That’s half of it… The other half is about that moment you have with yourself when you’re looking in the mirror, and you just go, ‘Oh man. I’m going to compromise my dreams, get fat, sick, old and die someday. I kind of want to have someone around for that.'”

“Is there any indication we shouldn’t be depressed? Are you living on the same planet that I am? Do you ever think that depression might be the reasonable human response to the crap we’re going through as a species, meant to propel us into the next evolutionary step or, at least, into taking some different course of action, so that we might survive? Do you ever think that maybe it’s the happy people that are really screwed up in the head?”

“I don’t believe in preparing. I personally don’t really like preparers. They’re annoying people generally. Like, ‘I really prepared for this.’ Well, you’re a coward. Where’s your sense of adventure? How important is it? Like why are you setting yourself up for that?…Don’t prepare man. Just load up! In my mind if I don’t prepare and I pull this off I’m a fucking genius and if I don’t pull it off, well, I didn’t prepare. If I set my mind to it I would have nailed that shit, but no I didn’t prepare, because I like to throw the dice, man, feel alive. What’s going to happen? I don’t know. I might fail, I don’t know, fuck them.That would be you.”

Kiss Them Better (Part 1)

Request from browniej126, it’ll be done soon

Jacqui smiled as she watched Takeda put up the last piece of furniture.

“See? I told you this apartment was perfect! It’s right near the base, university and my day job. Look babe” he took her to the window. “See that view? See it? The whole city!! It’s amazing!”

“I see it baby,” Jacqui laughed.


It was late November and the two finally made enough money to buy their dream apartment. They had been saving for almost two years.

Jacqui put her hand in the pocket of her sweater as Takeda marveled at the city below. “I’m so happy Cassie helped us out” he said as he looked at their home. A loveseat and a TV rested in the living room, with a coffee table in the center.


“Baby” Jacqui wrapped her arms around his waist “there’s something that I planned today.”

“What did you plan baby doll?” he smiled.

“Dinner at Flames, your favorite. Everyone’s gonna be there to celebrate our moving in together. Uncle Johnny made sure that we got the reservation” Jacqui kissed his cheek.

“Everyone?”

“Yep. Even your dad” Jacqui confirmed.

Takeda turned to hug her, Jacqui welcomed his embrace warmly. “I love you baby, it’s going to be a very special night, so go take a shower and get ready. Wear something nice okay?”

“I’ll wear my nicest clothes.” Takeda left her arms to shower.


Jacqui felt the small object she had in her pocket. Takeda was convinced that Cassie was only helping with the apartment, when in reality, she had been helping with so much more. Glancing at the clock, she took the time. 3:00, she had time to make sure that one last detail was in place.

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Saving the best for last?

Due to my daughter’s unexpected illness Clint got to stay an extra day and he was getting bored so we tried to think of something fun to do before he went back to the States.

After chatting for a while Clint happened to let slip that he’d always fancied being a model.

Far be it from me to fail to help someone fulfil a lifelong dream!

I apologise in advance.

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Before looking at the photos put down your coffee or pizza.  Swallow that mouthful. Check no one is peering over your shoulder.

I won’t be held responsible for the consequences!

It may be best not to view this at work - especially if you work in a quiet office where laughing would be frowned upon.

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匿名 質問:

SK :( I'm in a really bad place. I just graduated from highschool and can't find a job and won't be able to afford college this semester. I didn't get ANY financial aid. I have zero ambition as I have no idea what I want to do with my life, and I just want to dream all day. Have you ever been in this sort of funk or any of your followers? I really need some advice.

I feel this right now, I’m kind of in a limbo area waiting to start my life and nothing really feels right. pls reply to this with advice for anon if you can relate better than i can •[-_-]•

Allow me to be sappy for a moment. Hearing Darren sing Teenage Dream is one of the things on my bucket list (and even better because I had NO idea it was going to happen tonight). Teenage Dream was the moment I went “oh shit, this guy I saw sing songs about Harry Potter is going to be a huge star” and he sang that song for $30,000! Like this is all impossible to comprehend. 

and after the past few days and being so overwhelmed with the magic in the fandom… I’m just a super happy chap right now.

Always There to Make Things Better.
  • <p><b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> A/N; This is a Luke imagine based off of a dream I had and I thought it'd be cute. I used my name because it was easier, so if you want, pretend it's your name! Hope you like!<p/><b></b> *****************************<p/><b></b> Another day at work, another day away from him. It's not a secret that I missed my boyfriend, Luke. I never shut up about him, but that's okay because my best friend, Mikey's girlfriend, missed him as well.<p/><b></b>My job is to keep things nice and neat around the library at Uni. Even if the boys are on tour, my boss won't let me take off of work. I love doing my job, but I can't wait to be in my Lukey's arms again.<p/><b></b> Sure we Skype and text all the time, but it's not the same as real life hugs, kisses, and cuddles.<p/><b></b> "Hey beautiful..." I read. I smile at the cute text from my boyfriend and reply with a quick, "I have to work right now, talk to you in twenty minutes" after, I get back to typing out the rest of my paper work.<p/><b></b> Twenty minutes later of typing, I change out of my fancy work clothes and finally reunite with Morgan, who's typing like crazy on her phone. I see Luke told me to call him when work was over so that's just what I did.<p/><b></b> "Hey babe!" I say.<p/><b></b> "Hello gorgeous, that's a nice 5SOS shirt you're sporting today, along with your workout pants, nice ass, princess"<p/><b></b> "Lucas! What the fuck?! Wait...."<p/><b></b> "What?"<p/><b></b> "How do you know what I'm wearing?"<p/><b></b> "Lucky guess?"<p/><b></b> "Lucas Robert. Are you here?"<p/><b></b> "Maaaaybeee"<p/><b></b> "But how? You're supposed to be in Europe"<p/><b></b> "Yeah yesterday, well today, weird timezones, anyway. That leg of the tour is over and we have a two week break"<p/><b></b> Just as he finishes I see Michael looking in the window of the lobby. "MIKEY!" I yell, getting Morgan's attention as I run out the door and hug him.<p/><b></b> "Holy fuck you've gotten taller"<p/><b></b> "Nice to see you too, Cate" he chuckles.<p/><b></b> "I missed you. Where's Luke?"<p/><b></b> He points to the car where my noodle of a boyfriend is standing.<p/><b></b> "Lucas!" I yell, running to him. I must've forgot to change out of my heels, because as I go to stop and hug him, I trip, but he catches me. "Woah Cate, I know you miss me, but no need to trip to get my attention" he chuckles. I wrap my arms around him and kiss all over his face. "I guess you could say I was falling for you again"<p/><b></b> I hear a groan and look over at Michael, "we've been here for five minutes and you two already make me want to puke"<p/><b></b> I just laugh and look back at Luke, who hasn't taken his eyes off of me. "I love you princess" he says, kissing me again.<p/><b></b> "I love yooou, baby boy"<p/><b></b> We all decided to go back to my apartment and order a pizza, you know, your cliche pizza and Netflix hangout. The boys take turns telling us everything we missed out on since they left.<p/><b></b> "Oh my gosh, the other day, Luke" Michael starts he can barely talk because he's laughing. I can feel Luke's cheeks redden at the mention, "he was about to go to sleep and we all started spamming his phone and calling him and, and we were throwing all the pillows and stuff at him. Oh my god, then we took all the stuff out of his suitcase and surrounded him with it while he was sleeping. It was hilarious, he was so pissed when he woke up that he sat in the shower for almost an hour"<p/><b></b> "Awh Lukey" I chuckle, turning to face him, only to notice he's no longer beside me. "Did you guys see where he went?" They just shake their heads, "he's been acting like a brat for the past week" Mikey says.<p/><b></b> "Michael you probably embarrassed him. Cate go find him" Morgan says.<p/><b></b> I look in the kitchen, bathroom, and in my room, where the door to the balcony is open. Found him. I silently walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist.<p/><b></b> "What are you doing out here?" I ask. He sighs, "shouldn't you be listening to Mikey's sooo funny story? I mean it's a fucking laugh out loud hit!" He snaps.<p/><b></b> "Lukey calm down. He's just messing with you, it's his way of showing love" I tell him, softly. "Yeah, sure, that's why you were laughing at me." He moves my arms and goes into my room. "Luke..."<p/></p><p/><b></b> He curls into a ball under my covers and I hear him sniffling, no, my baby isn't going to cry right now. I crawl in beside him and cup his cheeks, wiping the tears falling.<p/><b></b> "Lukey don't cry, it's okay, I wasn't laughing at you" I whisper.<p/><b></b> "They think I'm stupid" he whimpers, burying his face in the crook of my neck. "Nooo, baby no. You're not stupid. The boys are just assholes sometimes and like to mess around"<p/><b></b> "But Cate, they-"<p/><b></b> "No, they were just bored and wanted to get a reaction like that out of you. Don't let it get to your head babe, okay?"<p/><b></b> He sighs, "okay"<p/><b></b> He pulls me closer to him and snuggles closer, but not without kissing me. I've missed this so much.<p/><b></b> "Mikey said you've been acting bratty lately, what's up with that?"<p/><b></b> "I just. I...." he sighs.<p/><b></b> "Just tell me bub" I say, I see more tears form in his eyes, but I'm there to wipe them away.<p/><b></b> "I miss you so much. You make me so much happier and I need you with me baby. I need you. Please come on the rest of the tour. Please" he cries, whispering his last please.<p/><b></b> "Luke, I have this job, and you know my boss won't let me have time off"<p/><b></b> "T-then quit. Please. I thought I was your first priority babe. I need you more than the library does"<p/><b></b> "Honey, you will always be my first priority, but what will I do when tour is over?"<p/><b></b> "I'll help you get another job babe, please" he whines.<p/><b></b> "Okay. I'll go with you. If it makes you better. I'll always be here"<p/><b></b> "Really?!" He asks, I nod.<p/><b></b> He grins so big and kisses all over my face. "I love you so much Cate. I love yo so, so much" he says, starting to tear up again. "I love you too Luke, I love you too"<p/><b></b> He let's out a yawn, "can we nap? The jetlag is major right now"<p/><b></b> I giggle, "of course"<p/><b></b> After a few moments of silence, he speaks up again.<p/><b></b> "Cate?"<p/><b></b> "What?"<p/><b></b> "Thank you" he whispers. "For what?"<p/><b></b> "Always being here to make things better"<p/><b></b> "Awh babe. You're welcome, you do the same for me too"<p/><b></b> His grip tightens on me and he whispers a final, "I love you princess"<p/><b></b> I chuckle and kiss his chest, "I love you too baby boy"<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

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Via @thedapperhaus .

This is one of the most straightforward pieces of advice I can give you so I’ll keep it short.

If you don’t make a start towards achieving whatever it is that you want to achieve, you will never achieve it. Nothing is going to change the fact that creating results requires action to be taken.

Don’t worry if you think you’re not good enough to start, you will improve along your journey to success. Just get out there and start doing something that will move you closer to achieving your dreams.

The sooner you do this, the better.
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I forgive the three days of silence. 
The day you said you’d steal the moon for me.
The sky’s grief that followed.
I forgive the year you turned away.
Your face lost to the world’s globe,
always searching searching searching
for a place better than right here.
I forgive the sun’s voice,
gone tired with the day again.
I forgive the time you called me by the wrong name.
I forgive your heart’s flinch when she smiled at you.
Your city bus eyes.
The way they wandered, searching
for the right person to sit next to.

I’m sorry I wasn’t the right person to sit next to.
I’m sorry about my own broken, broken melodies.
How they ruined the quiet.

I forgive the way you can’t forgive me.
The way your hands didn’t even
tremble
when they let me go.
—  Y.Z, what I meant to say in the dream where you looked me in the eye again
On Not Writing

They say, write all the time, every day, never stop. But I’ve found that, so far, that I can’t. For various reasons: sometimes heartbreak. Heartbreak because writing is too hard, because I’m not good enough at it, because it at times it has consumed me to the point where distraction is impossible, and that seems a bit close to madness. Or because (off and on again) I’ve accepted that I have another career and another life, with other goals and dreams, and writing novels isn’t compatible with them. (Though I don’t believe that anymore, but the thought does crop up from time to time.) It seems that I am inconsistent, and writing is something I keep stopping, but I’m beginning to realize that it’s the other way around: writing is always something I can’t resist starting again.

They say you must write all the time, every day, if you want to get better at it, if you want to reach your goals. I’m not going to argue with that, obviously you have to write. You have to not stop, like I keep doing. I say, life gets in the way, and they say, you can’t let it, and they’re right. You can’t. But I do.

I quit my job of 10 years in December and moved to another country to take a new job. It was a good decision, career-wise, since my current job is quite a step up professionally. It’s going well. I am challenged and everyone is lovely. I can feel a lot of eyes on me now. And It was a good decision for my overall happiness, because I’d been frankly miserable for the last couple of years and it was having a huge impact on me. I made a good decision. But I knew the cost would be writing, because a new country and a new job would take up too much of my brain for a while, and that has proven to be true. I don’t regret the decision, per se, but I’m very much aware of the choice and its consequences.

Here’s the interesting thing, though; when I come back to writing again, as I inevitably do, each time, I’ve gotten better at it, I think. I become more aware of my own flaws, for one, and I keep getting better at working out how to fix them instead of despairing and fleeing from them. The stories I write after a pause are, I think, better than the ones before it; I find have more stories I want to tell, and I have learned to say things more simply. I keep learning more about how stories work, and then learning how to apply that knowledge. Writing becomes, each time, less about me and more about the story and its mechanics. My ego is draining out of it. I’m more open to criticism each time I come back. I’m more grateful each time. 

I still have my writing goals, even though I’m currently paused on them. I don’t think I’ll be on pause for long. Reaching my goals might take me longer this way, with my variable commitment, but I’ve decided to see my pauses are part of my process. Now I’m looking forward to the next time I start up. I’ve learned so much this time.

匿名 質問:

Even if zerrie was real (cause there are times that I think they are together) don't you think they would at least had planned sth about their wedding like a date or a place but "they're so busy? Like yeah Zayn was busy till 3 months ago but Perrie has been on permanent holiday since last year. And especially women dream about their wedding day since they were little and can't wait to try dresses or flowers. P isn't someone who "can't wait to get married".

i think moments like this 

nobody is better to answer than the party involved

that barely have a voice about it so let’s pay attention to what he has to say

how is the plans for the wedding


“you’re getting married soon”

“are you going to be able to fit in getting married next year”

aren’t you getting married?

and that’s where comes down because if all those zerrie folks pay a little less attention on perrie and a little more attention on zayn 

they would see how pathetic all of this is 

匿名 質問:

If you dont mind me asking, what made tonight so great?

Have you ever had a day that everything fell into place just how you wanted, and then got better? Where the universe seemed to be working in your favor, and you got to go to sleep without a single regret? When a day like that leads into a picturesque night of everything you’ve dreamed of, it won’t feel real, and I am so lucky mine was.

lets also please take a moment to think about all the people who aren’t here for this

there are a lot of people who lost their lives to this society before they could see this dream realized. there are a lot of people who were taken from us before we could get here for them

today is a better day than the days that they had, even if it’s by an amount that you think is insignificant, and that’s important

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#HappyBirthDae

You started making your dream become reality at a young age and since a good three and a half years you let us be part of it, share your thoughts and smiles but also some worries with us. For that i’m very grateful since any news from you makes my day better and knowing you are well makes me incredibly happy. Never loose your smile and optimism. Although for you your dream isnt fully reached yet, to us you are already the brightest star in the sky. You’ll always have my full support!

modern narnia au : lucy pevensie

She had never considered herself to be brave. Escape was always her first priority, she could admit to that easily. She day dreamed too often, made up wild stories when it suited her. Books were fuel to the fire of her imagination. She reinvented herself, like with each step she would be able to forgot who she was before, that everyone else would forget with her. Her hair colour changed monthly. She wore dresses for weeks, and then decided that jeans were a thousand times better. She wanted to be a photographer, then a writer. She wanted to travel. She wanted to date and find love. She wanted to love herself first. Escape, and then she’d never have to face the consequences of her choices. Chances are, she would have spent her life never settling, ever deciding, if she hadn’t come to Narnia. If the fate of a world, and the lives of all that were in it, weren’t at stake. Even then, she wanted to run. Leave that choice to Peter, to Susan, but she couldn’t. Not with Aslan staring at her like that, silent belief that she was capable - how could she disappoint like that?

To those who are broken, be strong. Keep being strong. Keep praying, keep believing, and keep seeking God. God loves you, and He cares. Oh so very much. Even if no one else can offer you anything in your present state, stay close to Jesus. He heals. He mends. He’ll make you complete again. You’ll get better, and someday you’ll feel the unabashed waves of love and acceptance you’ve always dreamed of. Believe that. Be strong. Reach for that day.
—  To Those Who Are Broken // t.c.
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  • ☆ Aubade Town, Part 2 ☆ June 17 2015 *:・゚✧

prolistening ‘s Town of Aubade ~ !

This sunny and tropical Town was so pretty and relaxing I just didn’t want to leave !! 🌴🌺🍌☁

I was having a very bad day yesterday and Aubade really helped me relax and feel better ♥ Even though I couldn’t play for a while, I still left my game paused, and I’m so happy I did because I could enjoy all this different pretty colors,  atmospheres and skies 💕

I even had a little fireworks party before I left hehe 🎆

I’m sorry for this many screenshots, I just couldn’t stop haha ヾ(´・ ・`。)ノ

Dream code: 5400 - 5572 - 1506

Some days I can’t stop thinking about you. And other days I wonder why I’m wasting my time.

Some days I cry my eyes out from missing you. And other days I’m glad we parted coz I deserve much better.

Some days I dream of all the precious moments we spent together. And other days I recall the pain you put me through that was worse than a nightmare.

Some days I smile and laugh and go on with life merrily. But there are so many other days that I can hear my heart weeping, mourning the loss of the love of my life.

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Still play Smash? Good for you!

I didn’t think they were going to release the characters all in one day, but yes, it’s worth it!

And I still play the 3ds. The Wii U, I don’t have the console, despite having the game <___<

J. Cole: Portrait of a Rap Superhero

In J. Cole’s early days, he used a lot of basketball metaphors to describe how he broke into the rap game. The Come Up. The Warm Up. Friday Night Lights. The Sideline Story. When Cole announced the third installment of his Dollar and a Dream Tour — the title of which stems from a song about chasing a better future throughout the struggle — you could almost feel the energy of his fans through their Twitter and Instagram accounts. Like previous editions, the tour was impromptu — where things like a random flyer to fans are currency for a coveted wristband. Oh yes, and a dollar must be paid as well. This time around, the news swept like wildfire, despite once again arriving at a moment’s notice. Keeping his tradition of playing back old material in full, the 30-year-old rapper revisited Friday Night Lights, nearing its five-year anniversary on November 12. However, all superstardom aside, not a lot has changed. Nearly five years later, the 25-year-old Cole versus the 30-year-old Cole of today is practically the same. Both are extremely appreciative of their fans and have produced top-notch projects in a climate where rappers are constantly proving their worth. Both also wanted to create a moment to remember — Friday Night Lights was an OG surprise release, while 2014 Forest Hills Drive sold 354,000 copies in its first week and debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard 200. Cole is nearly done with his Dollar and a Dream Tour. He’s hit Dallas, New York City and Atlanta already. His last stop is tomorrow in Los Angeles. Each stop was pandemonium. Once again, if you don’t know the logistics behind getting in, here they are: he announces the location, time and day of the show, it costs $1 to get in, and it’s a first come, first serve for a chance to see the favorite rapper. To keep it real, this whole idea is brilliant. In today’s hip hop climate, it’s rare that someone is so invested in pleasing their fanbase — specifically, day one fans who have been there throughout your whole career. It’s that same fan who can rap every word to “Villlematic” and not lose their breath. The fan who buys “Dollar and a Dream” gear and rocks it throughout the whole concert. The fan who sticks around after it’s over to get an autograph. The fan who can watch their favorite rapper rock a stage in a sold-out venue, yet also march for injustice. That’s a balance few have struck; a balance few care to. The point is that Cole is the quintessential rapper of 2015. And it’s not just the quality of music or his dedication to his fans; it’s the efforts outside of music that also make him so great and vital to the current rap landscape. It’s a time where it truly is bigger than hip hop. I attended J. Cole’s show at Irving Plaza strictly as a fan. During my college years, I played Friday Night Lights a lot among my rotation of Curren$y’s This Ain’t No Mixtape and Drake’s So Far Gone. My inner stan was jumping inside at the thought of hearing my favorites like “Higher,” “Premeditated Murder” and “The Autograph.” After his Dreamville boys (Omen, Cozz and Bas) warmed up the excited crowd, the chants for J. Cole were deafening. Inside an intimate venue like Irving — where fans packed the bottom floor and huddled up against the balconies upstairs — the atmosphere was different from any regular shows there. This was for us, the fans, and he was well aware of that. “Close to five years ago…we dropped this bomb on the world called Friday Night Lights,” he would say later that night. “We came to do this s**t tonight. I really wanna know who know this word for word.” Everyone did, because the thing about Cole is that he’s always giving back, so we return with his lyrics in gratitude. From his earliest days as a native of small town Fayetteville (Cole’s humble beginnings) to laying the foundation for his Dreamville brand in NYC to finally landing that Roc Nation deal and getting a Jay Z co-sign, Cole’s is a narrative we can all relate to. His past isn’t littered with stories of struggling in the streets, but rather a passion to create a better life and spread his Nas-inspired raps to the world. As his voice gets louder, we continue to value his messages, no matter how big or small the gesture is. Just in the past year alone, Cole has visited the protests in Ferguson over the death of Michael Brown and performed his moving tribute “Be Free” on Late Night With David Letterman. His childhood home, which is also the title of his latest album 2014 Forest Hills Drive, houses single mothers rent-free. “My goal is to have that be a haven for families,” he said in an interview with Combat Jack. “Every two years a new family will come in, they live rent-free.” If that wasn’t enough, during his promotional run of 2014 Forest Hills Drive, he hosted private listenings at his home to give fans a personal experience because he really wanted to connect with them. Some even received one-on-one time, where Cole went to their home and hung out. He keeps his promises, too, recently attending a fan’s high school graduation after becoming inspired by her open letter about academic hardships. All he asked was for her to get into a four-year university. She delivered and he came through with the most life-changing gift ever. The thing about Cole is that his basketball metaphors meant something more than a cool merger of rap and sports. He’s like a Russell Westbrook or a Chris Paul — an MVP who gets nothing but love from his community and is constantly reciprocating that support. And all it took was a dollar and a dream. We hope 10 years from now Cole is still rapping and still giving back to the people who made him who he is today.

Source: bet.com 

We are a generation told not to try too hard. The world is going to crap so why break a sweat? We are reminded daily not to trust our gut or follow our hearts, your dreams are unattainable and unrealistic. Fear is the eternal enemy. If they can keep you scared, they can keep you controlled. We are here as a reminder that the world is not
better off without you. There are dangerous days that we live in, and you, the artists are our best defense. Art is the weapon. Your imagination is the ammunition. Stay dirty and stay dangerous. Create and destroy as you see fit. Embrace your originality; the aftermath is secondary. You can and should do anything. Love what you do and who you truly are.
—  Frank Iero