My mom is… taking her “role” as my support person too seriously to the point that if I talk about finances or seem a little gloomy at all she yells at me to stop and to not make myself relapse and to not let myself get depressed and like
damn i appreciate the spirit but depression aint going away just because you told it too… i still gotta worry about how to pay my bills…. i cant just ignore things because they upset me
I know a lot of people rip on tumblr as being the worst social media site (i mean, it is it’s shoddily designed and any updates make things worse but that’s not my point today) and wonder how on earth so many people got sucked into this hellsite. For me, at least, it was, and still is, one of the best websites in terms of amateur creatives to share their content.
Fanfiction, art, poetry, short stories, etc. This is the only place where all of those things can come together and it’s easy to receive feedback on work you post via reblogs, tags, messages, etc. And I think the userbase has distorted the website into something much worse, and now Tumblr itself is making things harder for the content creators that made this website what it is, but this website isn’t inherently terrible. Just the execution of it.
my life got 100% better when I started dressing how I wanted to dress and not how I thought I should dress. I stopped caring if stripes were unflattering, I just wore them. I started wearing bold prints because they made me happy. I ordered huge shirts, pink trainers, heart shaped sunglasses. I started to let myself look on the outside how I felt on the inside, and let me tell you, I have never felt freer in my entire life
There’s a bit at the end of the series where the two of them are just alone in an elevator together and they’re looking at each other and we didn’t know what it was gonna be, we didn’t know what was gonna happen, we didn’t know what it was gonna mean, but it definitely means something -Jon Bernthal
Every Friday at exactly 3:50 pm Draco makes sure to kiss Harry.
He hasn’t been late once either. Because Draco always drops everything
he’s doing, no matter what he’s doing, to go and look for Harry. It’s
not that easy sometimes. Harry has a job that, unlike Draco’s, requires
him to actually leave the house. Whenever Draco shows up at his
workplace, Harry’s face lightens up. He has never complained about Draco
interrupting his work. Not once.
Even when they’re fighting and they’re both in a bad mood, they briefly forget about it when it’s 3:50 on a Friday. Like right now.
They had an argument last night about Harry getting a motorcycle. Draco
just doesn’t get why Harry would want to spend that much money on
something that will probably kill him. They both fell asleep with a
scowl on their face and they didn’t talk while eating breakfast. Harry
left the house while Draco was reading the paper.
But now, as
Draco stands in front of him, Harry is smiling at him fondly. Merlin,
Draco just never tires of that smile. Even after all these years.
glances at the clock and sees it’s 3:49. His eyes find Harry’s and they
hold so much love, it makes Draco shudder. He takes Harry’s hands in
his and pulls him closer. When his lips brush Harry’s, a familiar
feeling washes over him. It’s warm and invigorating, reassuring and
exhilarating. Kissing Harry will never fail to consume and mesmerize
Harry leans away again and brushes his thumb over Draco’s cheek.
“I still have a bit of work to do, but I’ll try to be home early, okay?”
“Okay,” Draco whispers, his eyes still closed.
feels Harry kiss the tip of his nose and can’t help but grin. He pulls
Harry back into a tight embrace and relishes the feeling of Harry’s body
shaking against his, as Harry laughs out loud.
“I love our Friday afternoon kisses,” Harry murmurs.
“I love them, too.”
Draco really does. Because it was 3:50 pm on a Friday afternoon when
Harry Potter said “I do” and kissed Draco for the first time as his