and i wanted to share it because i'm such a good person

I think Yuuri knows how to play the piano!

“Hm? Is that a piano?”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”

Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”


“Play for me?”

Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”

“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”

“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”

“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.

Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.

“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”

As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”

Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”

“Did you take lessons?”

“For a time, yes.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”

“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”

“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”

“That is young.”

“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”

“But you still play?”

“I still play.”

Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.

“You’re very good at this.”

Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”

“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.

And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.

It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.


countdown to dino’s birthday: d-0!

990211 — happychanday! 

happy birthday to the person i love and cherish with all of my heart, happy birthday to one of the most talented people i’ve ever seen and known. thank you for sharing your talent with the world and not keeping it bottled up inside. thank you for staying strong in even the most emotional situations but remember that it’s always okay to let it out once in a while. you work so hard these days in order to show your potential and i admire you so much for that. thank you for always putting a smile on my face every day even if it just means that you exist - i’ve honestly never loved a person so much before, and i hope that i can continue to love you for a long time, but i don’t see my love ending any time soon. i’m incredibly proud of you! i love you a lot, i wish you nothing but happiness, friendship, and love. and all the other nice things that you want.

happy birthday lee chan! ♡

So I finally got around to finishing editing this track and I’m really really happy with how it came out. Last month I got to see one of my best friends in real life for the first time in eight or so years and words cannot describe how happy I was to see her. She’s one of the most wonderful, sweet, and amazing people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, and I had the privilege of being able to record this cover with her while we were sitting right next to each other. I’ve wanted to cover this song since the moment it aired, and when I heard that she was possibly going to visit me during the year, I decided I would wait because I couldn’t imagine a more perfect person to sing this song with. And now whenever I hear this song, I’m going to think of her, and all the laughs that we shared together. I really do look up to her, and I always will. Thank you so much for listening, and Steph, if you’re reading this, thank you for giving me a reason to keep on smiling.

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how to beat the winter blues or the .... whatever: treat yo’self edition

just making a little master post because i know how easy it is to get into this kind of rut in the winter. and i know how easy it is to feel depressed and blue and all of that, so i wanted to share my personal tips for feeling better. if you had a bad day, i highly recommend all of this.

  • step one: run a hot bubble bath. like, scalding water. put candles all along your tub. drop in some lush products. don’t know what lush is? google it, my lovely followers. order yourself some bath bombs and bubble bars and lotions and face masks. got any christmas candy? bring it to the tub with you. like to read books? bring a new one to the tub with you. 

Originally posted by wonderfullyisaac

Originally posted by delusionalxmind

seriously. you will not regret it.

  • okay so after a nice long soak, now that you’re all perfumed and lotioned and oily and clean, get out of the tub. you can’t live in the bathtub. i tried, it doesn’t work, eventually u gotta charge ur phone. etc. 
  • step two: make yourself a drink. and a snack. (if you’re of age/i don’t care if youre of age/do what you want) put lots of ice in it so its really cold and have it in your favorite glass. and drink it with a straw, because that makes it more fun. add little fruit garnishes and shit. or little sprinkles around the rim, or salt or sugar. or vegetables, if youre into savory drinks. TREAT YOSELF. have fun with it. it doesn’t have to have alcohol, just make yourself a really tasty drink ok?? hot cocoa, expresso, tea with honey and lemon. whatever makes you smile. whatever floats your boat baby.

Originally posted by be-holder-com

  • step three: the snack. it can be a healthy snack if you’re into that or it can be some comfort food. shit, it doesn’t even have to be a snack! order takeout if you like. this is all about treating yourself, so make yourself something really delicious that you know will make you happy. like I’m having roasted almonds because that’s what i feel like tonight. the really good kind with salt and garlic. fucking delicious. i might have some cheese with the almonds. because cheese is also fucking delicious.

Originally posted by prettygirlfood

  • step four: netflix. now you can watch whatever you want, and as a pll blog i should probably recommend that you watch pll. but no. i am going to recommend something else.

gossip. girl.

  • it’s set in the beautiful city of manhattan. ok, manhattan is the island. whatever. new york city tho. it’s beautiful and everything is luxurious and you can live vicariously through everyone.
  • it’s like PLL, but better. 
  • hot guys. hot girls. great plots. lots of drama. a little sex. anD THE FASHION DEAR GOD. and lovable characters. 
  • blair waldorf for example. she is everything.
  • chace. CRAWFORD. aka nate archibald. oh my god.

Originally posted by miamcneil

Trust me, you won’t regret it. Enjoy your snack. Enjoy your drink. BINGE WATCH GOSSIP GIRL. And enjoy being all clean smelling. all of these things are a very good cure for whatever’s ailing you. i mean, they won’t fix the flu, but they are a good way to feel better on a monday night.

just wanted to share this with everyone, i hope youre all doing well. i love each of you little babies. if you want, inbox me with your tips for how to get over a bad day and ill share them with everyone.

ps: if youre new to gossip girl and love it after watching, let me know. trust me… its amazing. its everything you wanted PLL to be.


Ok hear me out...

I realize that many of us (including me) are seething volcanos of rage when it comes to the actions of a certain Watson of the male persuasion at the moment, but I had a realization yesterday and it was one of the first times that I just desperately wanted to give the man a hug.

Remember when Sherlock “died” in front of him in TRF? Sherlock basically did all the meaningful talking in that scene. He poured out his heart and said what was needed given the circumstances, fake though they were. And what happened afterward? There John was in therapy being urged to get things off his chest seeing as he didn’t get to say what he needed to in that moment of his friend’s suicide. And only at Sherlock’s grave do we hear that John so desperately had wanted to tell his best friend what a good man he was and that he would never believe that any of it was a lie. That was heart wrenching.

Now fast forward 3-4 yrs. Well here we are again! John just watched his wife and the mother of his child die in front of him, being powerless to stop it. He cried and wailed and looked at times like he was literally being stabbed through the heart…but he didn’t get to say what was needed. He didn’t tell her of the guilt he was carrying and that he was sorry, or how much he loved her and wished they could watch their baby grow together. None of it got said. Not the good or the bad. He watched her go, and then that was it. It was too late.

No mater how much I disapprove of the lousy things John has done lately, this realization of his suffering a second time around in almost the same horrible way made my heart absolutely ache for him. :’((

anonymous asked:

Hello! Hope you had a good weekend. I want to start meditating and have no idea where to begin.. I remember reading a while back you had done some and o2 flushed your brain (...or something like that haha!!) I was just wondering if you'd be able to help/share what you do/point me in the direction of somewhere to go? Thanks in advance! :)

Hahaha yes! I hyperventilated the first time I tried because the second I think about breathing I forget how :p

I’m probably therefore not the best person to ask but perhaps my followers can help you more.. here are a few things that have worked for me thus far but I’m very much a work in progress. Here are my meditation tips for the absolutely crap meditator!

1. The Calm App (free - pay extras not needed) is a great starting point with exercises, tips and ideas. 

2. Leave your phone and laptop and anything you fiddle with far from where you’re going to be. Even if you’re going to use your phone as a timer, add 30 seconds and put it AWAAAAY so you’re not tempted to see how long is left or if your notification light is flashing or just check that one email…

3. Find your “natural noise”. I tried music and sang along (even if it was ambient!) I tried white noise and it stressed me. For me what seems to work is silence right by my wall clock where I can hear it tick. I also use the tick to measure my breaths by which helps me not obsess about the breathing. I think everyone’s will be different so try a few things and see where you feel most peaceful.

4. If you’re a tense person (I am) shake it out before you start. Otherwise niggles in your own body my infringe on your attempt to be calm. For me this means rolling the stress out of my neck and shoulders. If I don’t, I spend the whole time I’m supposed to be letting go obsessing about my posture.

5. Don’t feel pressured that your meditation has to look or be a certain way. It’s a lovely idea to sit in a lotus position, siik robe on, staring at a gorgeous white pillar candle and listening to birdsong and wind chimes. Mine looks rather more like me in pjs, sat facing the only empty wall, where I can’t see any mess, listening to a clock tick and repeatedly shutting down my brain as it tries to take back over. Try stuff out. Toss what doesn’t work and develop a practice that works for you. Your peace of mind will look different to everyone else’s and that’s okay.

If anyone else would like to add meditation tips for nonny (and for me) I would be most grateful.

anonymous asked:

Going on anon because UNPOPULAR OPINION but I feel Maria is getting a lot of unnecessary hate? I mean, everyone in that situation made bad decisions? I personally don't think she did anything absolutely reprehensible, except jerk Kristoff around but they all did their fair share of that to each other didn't they. Anyway, love the fic, love the morally grey area you've examined with our favourite couple

Nah, Maria isn’t meant to be a horrible person - I think she’s getting most of the flak because no one wants to hate on Kristoff ;). My main challenge with this story has been trying to make their relationship seem plausible, and I hope I’ve done that. She really does love him, or did, they just aren’t a good fit in the long term, and they’re both fighting against that in different ways.


“The thing that I want to say in all this is telling you how important expression is. I know that it can be hard to say how you really feel about things. I know it can be scary and it can feel like you don’t belong someplace. I’ve had plenty of that feeling throughout my life. But the fact is… I see so many people every day that seem to believe that they are powerless. That they really won’t make a difference because they’re one person. And, more than anything else in my life, that experience of sharing the news that Teddy had passed away with all of you… if there was anything good that came from losing Teddy, it was seeing just how powerful expression can be.”

I need a girl. (I want)

I’m happy with where my life is now. I’m happy with who I am and who I surround myself with. I just want to share it with someone special. I want to tell someone special how special they are to me. I want to give them presents just because I saw something and it reminded me of them so I had to get it. I want to surprise someone with flowers and a kiss on the cheek. I want someone to use my cheesy pick up lines and jokes on. I want to be someone’s best friend, but their lover at the same time. I want to be someone’s good morning and good night. I want to be okay with someone’s parents and impress them. I want to cook for someone and dance around the kitchen. I want to go on beach trips and introduce them to my friends who will welcome them as if they’ve known them as long as they’ve known me. I want to be the reason someone smiles. I want to be your 3 am call because you’re either upset, just can’t sleep, or miss the sound of my voice. I want to show them off to the world. I want you to be mine.

I have so much to give and offer. I just want to give it at to someone. I’m ready for something big.

@ last person who sent me an anon message. I won’t answer you publicly because you’ve  mentioneted other person’s url, but… yikes. I need to share this.
That anon told me about a fanfic where F/eyre is literally sold to Rice, but they fall in love anyway. I shouldn’t be surprised after that “Rowrat meets Alien when she’s a child” fic but… yikes2. There’s nothing romantic about that f/eysand AU, absolutely nothing. Want advice? Write an AU where he doesn’t drug her “for her own good”

iFunny | Art / Photography theft in the Jacksepticeye community

This is a semi completed list of URLs along with the codes for their art that is NOT supposed to be shared on this shit of a website. @makoriie & I spent a good 4 hours or so compiling all of this and we still didn’t get everything listed (We’re both gonna check back tomorrow and try and dig deeper in to the archives)

Below is a list of everyone by username followed by the specific URL code that is needed to view the picture ([followed by the code here] to view the picture)

We both also found one of each of ours; so I personally want to say fuck you to whomever reposted my commission; that was NOT yours to post.

I highly suggest that anyone within the community to GO to this site and report these links for copyright, because this isn’t tolerated. If you make GIFs, if you make ANY type of art, or make any videos; PLEASE go to this site and check to see if your stuff is here.

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Okay so I’m going to share what I’ve personally took from glee. My own opinions on the show which is incredibly well written.

First off I just want to congratulate Glee on the excellent messages they send out to the public cause let’s face it, the glee writers really are amazing at what they do. No wonder they win so many awards!….

What I’ve seen as a good thing with glee is that relationships are life. They are everything and nothing else matters. It’s so important to your life, even the boyfriend/girlfriend you argue with pretty much all the time is important, even if they try to force sex on you in the parking lot of some run down backstreet club in the back of your car is just a small spanner in the works. He loves you of course so that’s all that matters. It doesn’t matter if it’s your first time because let’s face it, losing your virginity isn’t important. You don’t have to have candles, a nice build up, dinner and a movie. It doesn’t have to be agreed on both sides. No, drunken sex in the back of a car is totally fine and loving because in the end Marriage will blow all that away. Marriage is literally the saving grace in life. Your boyfriend/girlfriend’s possessive and aggressive behaviour will be forgotten about once you walk down the aisle.
Oh and also the guy who took your virginity by drowning you with alcohol, he gets you pregnant then spends pretty much all the time during the pregnancy making you feel as worthless as the chewed up gum on the bottom of your shoe and blames you for getting pregnant, even though it was his fault to begin with? That doesn’t matter either, go live a life with him because clearly it’s love, even though you have nothing in common with him and all throughout high school you spent half the time being irritated to fuck with him. It’s okay because apparently that’s love. Just forget that he planned/hoped to have a life with the woman who adopted your child. Just ignore that about 90% of the world population believe you are a genuinely repressed lesbian. The guy who stole your virginity is your soulmate, he can make your dreams come true even though his used to be the head of a pool cleaning business.

And dreams? They will crumble a little (no one has it easy in life) and when they do? Just throw out all the life plans you had growing up. You don’t need them, they don’t matter. Childhood, throughly thought out life dreams are nothing once they’ve crumbled. Going back to the place that was the core centre of hell for you is so much more important. A failing high school glee club that no one actually gives two shits about anymore is so much more important then getting up and powering through the issues. The teacher who did such a fantastic job last time who needs your help even though he did literally nothing to help you while you got bullied, harassed and used by the golden boy throughout your high school career? He needs you! so leave the city you love so much and return to place which just crushes spirit. It’s okay, honestly it is. Just ignore all the advice that pesky blonde cheerleader gave you, I mean yeah, she did bully you so even though she grew as a person and apologised for all she did, supported you better than all the guys you dated and was there more for you than your so called friends, went to the wedding she was so against because all she cares for is your happiness in the end and you know, she nearly died in the process…whatever she does or says isn’t important, even though she’s right and always has been. Don’t listen to her, don’t use the travel arrangements she went out of her way to purchase. It doesn’t matter if you’ve wanted that person as a friend for so long. Just forget about her, she isn’t important, friendship isn’t important at all.

Also last piece of advice…when you witness the couple you and everyone else spent all the time cursing would fail and took it as nothing but a joke actually succeed bettet than all the other AMAZING relationships. Just ruin the moment, burst their bubble of joy because if you’re not happy they can’t be, and if your failure is so strong you HAVE to bring others down, then do it. Misery is company! Don’t rush over and hug them, don’t be happy that one of the most closed off people actually has some happiness, don’t be proud of them for taking a huge step cause in the end remember that your relationship failed so everyone else’s has to also!

This whole post was brought to you with nothing but sarcasm and caged rage.
Love Scorned Glee Fan Who Has Enough Of Their Shit

Do you have any advice for people who want to write, but feel afraid or not good enough? Not necessarily writing fanfic, but writing in general? I’ve got so many ideas for stories, and I have so much fun planning them & daydreaming about them, but when it comes to the writing, I just freeze up. :/ Thank you!!! :* <3

I received this ask today, and I’m responding to it without the person’s name, in case they don’t want to be attached to it. But I wanted to share my response publicly because I’m betting what you’re describing is something many people feel, and others may have their own insight to contribute (very possibly better than what I can offer).

I don’t have an easy answer. I can tell you my story, though, and what’s currently working for me. Spoiler alert before I start: you are not alone. What you’re feeling is totally normal for someone who loves writing. I wish it wasn’t, but self-doubt pretty much comes with the territory. The secret, if there is one, is to learn how to recognize that, and push through anyway, even on the days when it’s really, really hard.

I’ve been writing since I knew that writing was A Thing People Can Do. I was the kid who always had a notebook on hand; when I was in places (like church) where it’d be frowned upon to be overtly writing one of my stories, I’d scribble ideas down on scraps of paper I stuffed into my pockets and tried to rearrange into plots once I got home. 

I wrote terrible, formulaic stories when I was a kid. The one I thought at the time was going to be my masterpiece (I really believed in myself back then) was a pretty blatant rip-off of The Black Stallion Returns. (But my horse was red and the opening scenes were in my carefully described neighborhood, so it was different, see.)

I kept writing through high school, filling up more notebooks, and swapping them with my fellow writer friends during our lunch hours, so we could exclaim over each others’ stories and encourage each other to keep going. I wrote a lot at this time, including two “novels” that were each over 400 handwritten pages.

They were terrible. Better than what I wrote when I was in elementary school, but still badly plotted, predictable, and frankly pretty embarrassing to look back on now.

I have those notebooks (and binders) stored in a box under my bed, and I think sometimes about shredding the evidence, in case I ever manage to get published, and someone finds out what an awful writer I used to be. But I haven’t (yet), because the truth is, I loved writing every single one of those pages. I loved daydreaming new scenes, bits of dialogue, dramatic moments that tugged at my emotions. I loved sprawling on my bed or sitting at my desk and transferring these thoughts to physical form.

It didn’t really matter that my dialogue was stilted, and my characters were wooden. What mattered was that it was fun. I still have incredibly fond memories of that point in my life, and I wish I could go back to the pure enjoyment I felt back then, when I didn’t have a doubt in my mind that I was going to be a published author.

I think that’s an important thing to remember. The act of writing, on its own, is worthwhile. The way it makes you feel is important. The joy you get from crafting your ideas and seeing them take shape on the page: that’s a gift you shouldn’t shy away from.

The end result doesn’t have to be good. And it probably won’t be, not right away. That doesn’t make you a bad writer. That makes you a normal writer. There isn’t a single writer out there who believes that everything they’ve ever written is amazing. Not even the biggest, brightest, most incredibly talented, critically acclaimed authors you can think of. (If they do think this, they’re (a) a douchebag and (b) delusional.)

Your writing improves as you continue to write. That’s how it works. It’s like anything else: playing an instrument, being an athlete. You won’t wake up one day and win a race, or play a flawless solo at a concert, unless you’ve put in the work to get yourself there. You probably won’t write an award-winning story your first time putting pen to paper. Maybe you will, over time. Maybe you won’t. 

But you know what?

That doesn’t matter.

What matters is that you have a brain teeming with creativity, and you want to tell your stories. So you should. That’s reason enough, and I can tell you from experience that when you hold yourself back out of fear or self-doubt, all you’re doing is making yourself unhappy.

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anonymous asked:

girl im.. sorry.. but i've got to be a bit harsh here. i've been on board of the pretty boy saga since the very beginning and i think it's just not good to u. everytime u post, it feels like ur trying to come up w an excuse for him or his behaviour (whether its a behaviour u like or not). bc even if ur mad at something, u go 'oh but maybe its because of xxxx'. rereading all the posts it looks like u have created some sort of idolized idea of him and ur relationship (1/6)

*warning* to be honest with you guys I’ve been trying to avoid the subject for a while now because I’ve always thought that it was a bit inappropriate to share it here, but I think it is necessary now for the ones who really want to know what’s happening, so it’s going to get pretty personal, if you’re not interested please don’t read this

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outside-your-window replied to your post: Gweh. I was going to be good and wait until summer…

Unless you need that money for necessities you should DO IT! cause i’ll never get to play it so need someone else to play it for me.

…it’s pretty much exactly my tip money this week? And I get to do whatever I want with my tip money because I’m fiscally responsible with my paycheck. So yes I can afford it, but I am trying to be fiscally responsible, dammit. Key word being ‘trying’ I have no impulse control with my tip money. So yes I’m probably going to buy it today, I just have to decide if I want to buy it digitally (I could play it *today*) or physically (I can play it next week at some point, but because of a gift card I got for filling out a survey of why I hate Uber it’s about $5 cheaper). And I really ought to finish playing T:ToN even though InXile pissed me the fuck off *again* by ‘apologizing’ for their lies. By which I mean they basically said ‘well it wasn’t our fault you had high expectations and we took your money and five years and then didn’t deliver’.

This does beg the question, why aren’t you going to get to play it?

Orphan's New Year

Thank you so so much to everyone who read and liked and reblogged Orphan’s Christmas. I am continually astounded at the positive feedback you guys give me. I am thrilled that you liked it and wanted more, and I may yet write an addition to it, but for now, here’s the sequel. Thanks for asking for a sequel! Here’s hoping your New Years is just as wonderful as Finn and Rae’s. :)

Also, be warned, this gets smutty at the end. I’m still very unsure of writing sex scenes, so let me know what you think. 

Orphan’s New Year

Finn stops for a second to straighten his perfectly loosened tie and run his fingers through his fringe to perfect its careful dishevelment. He squares his shoulders, too, and tugs at his blazer, just for good measure. It’s stupid, really. She’s seen him in all sorts of forms and conditions, and still seems to like him for some reason. But still. He wants to look nice tonight. Not just for her. In general.


He makes a face at himself in the mirror. He’s an idiot, mooning over his appearance when she’s outside in the cold. Well, the hall. The hall is chilly this time of year. So, he strides over to the door, intending to swing it open immediately. Instead, he pulls his shoulders back again and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a second. Then he finally opens the door.

It feels a bit like someone has punched him, honestly. He feels winded and choked and flushed, like he should take a step back just to take some of the pressure off. She looks stunning. She’s got her hair half up, all poufy and curled at the ends. Her eyes look massive and alluring, rimmed in black and sparkling as they take him in. She’s got her coat unbuttoned, and he can see the curve of her breasts covered in some kind of sparkly black fabric. And her legs, God her legs. They’re soft and smooth and bare and look a mile long with the short hem of the dress and the pointy black high heels she’s got on. He wants to stand there all night, just looking at her, drinking her in.

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So, I’m not entirely sure why this seems like a good idea, but here goes anyway.
I wanted to share a non-cosplay selfie with you lovelies…. no makeup, and specifically because I do NOT feel pretty right now. I’m sick as hell, my eyes are swollen from crying and the sick, my hair’s a wreck, I’m pasty and gross looking. But I guess I just wanted to demonstrate that I’m real, I guess? I’m not wording this well… I wanted to prove that I’m an honest to god flawed, vulnerable person, and that it doesn’t matter if you aren’t feeling or looking your best, because no one always does. I love you all anyway, for the flawed, vulnerable, imperfect lovelies you are.
I’m really not sure if I’m being coherent here, but I’m trying to get a point across as quickly as I can so I don’t lose my nerve. The point is, don’t think that I’m in any way better than you, or that my time it’s worth more than your feelings. If you need a shoulder to cry on, or a sympathetic ear, or what have you, come talk to me…. one beautifully flawed real human being to another.


I’m a little speechless.