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I see so many posts telling people not to be jealous or envious of other artists. That craving popularity is bad. That you shouldn’t be doing it. I’m here to tell you…

IT’S OKAY.

Why? Because it’s NORMAL. Everybody feels like that. At some point or another, you’re going to feel it. Whether it’s a passing moment or a plague, you’re going to feel it. It’s normal. It’s expected.

What matters is HOW YOU BEHAVE while feeling it. The feeling is normal and understandable. Don’t berate yourself for feeling that way. You aren’t a bad person for wishing your art had more notes. For wishing your best work got even half as many views as that two minute scribble someone else did got. For feeling jealous when someone gushes about an artist in your fandom but nobody ever does it about you.

That’s normal. That’s human. Everybody does it at some point or another. IT’S OKAY. YOU AREN’T BAD FOR FEELING THAT.

What matters is how you channel it. How you react to it. Whine about it if you like but don’t send yourself into a mopey pity-party spiral. Feeling angry about it is fine, but keep it to yourself. It’s not another artist’s fault. It’s not even your fault. It’s nobody’s fault. This is just how things go. Be angry for a bit but then LET IT GO. Put the energy into drawing something else. Don’t attack others over it. DON’T ATTACK YOURSELF OVER IT.

The feelings aren’t what make you a bad artist or person. It’s how you treat other people and conduct yourself while you’re feeling them that does.

It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.
—  Perks of being a wallflower
It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and than make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit their and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It’s just different. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite.
—  Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Are people really getting mad at Adele because Beyoncé didn’t win? Adele literally said she didn’t deserve the award, she acknowledged that Beyoncé deserved that award more than anybody else yet you motherfuckers are attacking her for nothing. Get mad at the Academy. Get mad at the people who voted. Get mad at the so called “music experts” but please don’t get mad at someone who didn’t even choose to be nominated.

so after i finished Mockingjay Part 2 last night, while i was sitting in my seat and trying to compose myself, i listened to this girl in front of me rant about how the ending sucked, how depressing it was. she didn’t understand why Katniss didn’t become the new leader. she thought it was sad that she was exiled to Twelve to live alone.

and i just thought, wow. this is sad. because this girl doesn’t understand Katniss’ character at all. and this is the problem with the media and the general moviegoing public. they completely misunderstand Katniss because they project what they want out of a hero onto her. what they’ve come to expect of their heroes. they completely strip away her own agency, her own wishes and desires for her life, and want her to do what they want a hero to do. never mind the fact that Katniss repeats ad nauseam “i never wanted any of this.” they want someone extraordinary, not understanding just how ordinary Katniss Everdeen is, how human she is. they want their heroes flawed, but not infallible. they want epic heroic narratives where the good guys win and everything is right by the end. every other popcorn action movie will tell you that story, but that’s not this story.

that’s not Katniss’ story.

Katniss is just an ordinary girl, who does extraordinary things. and then those things eventually break her. but even after all that, all the trauma and brutality, she still goes on to live an ordinary life. that’s what she wanted.

and that’s the extraordinary part.

It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It’s just different. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite.
The Monster Inside Me

Hiii! I was wondering if you could do a Liam Dunbar imagine where the reader has I.E.D. too but doesnt want anybody knowing so when the reader gets really mad everybody is shocked and the readers embarrassed and Liam comforts them? Please? 

Having Intermittent Explosive Disorder isn’t easy at all. The smallest of things would just piss you off and once you didn’t control your anger, you’ll literally just blow up and that’s it. Last time you did something terrible because of your disorder was when you were in 6th grade. You were constantly being bullied by this group of mean girls and one day you just had enough and just jumped in front of their leader, the middle school version of Regina George. You slapped her, pulled her hair.. yup, just like the scene from Mean Girls. You two brawled until a teacher came and stopped the commotion. Sure you didn’t get kicked out because it was her fault in the first place, with her bullying you, calling you names, tormenting you. But you knew that you weren’t going to be lucky forever. And it hurts to say that because of you she’s been severely hurt, with patches and scratches on her skin–arms and especially on her face, she was almost bald from your hair pulling leaving red patches on her scalp. That was when you realized what you have done, what you can be capable of when losing your anger. The table suddenly turned and you saw her crying out in pain, and you yourself became a monster.

It’s been years of controlling your anger, preventing yourself from ever blowing up again. But today, you just lost it. You stood there, frozen in place as you watched your own doing. Blood coming out of a boy’s nose from your year just because he called you something you weren’t and something terrible. Your eyes averted from the boy clutching his nose down to his feet were you ripped his back pack open and shredded all his notes, homework, textbook, notebook. Your eyes grew once you realized what you’ve done. You glanced around the parking lot to see students staring at you in shock… their eyes full of fear like somehow you shifted into a monster, the monster you had been once, and always will be. The monster hidden inside you.

Students started to come closer to take a look of the commotion, some started to huddle around you and the guy you just punched. You glanced at your surroundings one more time, becoming even more scared and nervous as the number of students around you, staring at you, silently judging you grow. Suddenly you saw a familiar face in the crowd. Liam. Liam’s your best friend and like you, has an I.E.D. too. But even though you two are best friends and would tell each other everything, you didn’t tell one fact about yourself. Your disorder. Liam’s face was masked with confusion with a hint of worry in his eyes. His gaze at you then to the boy who was being carried away by some students, clutching his bloody nose, then to you again. His eyes fell down from your face to your hands. Your eyebrows furrowed and you gradually looked down on your own fist, clenched together and remains of blood covered your knuckles. Your own jaw dropped at the sight of the bloody, you raised your head and locked eyes with Liam. He took a step forward but you shake your head as you raise both of your hands in front of you. Tears threatened to fall but you blink rapidly to prevent them from falling.

“Don’t” you croaked and then spun on your heel and sprinted down the street to your home. Once you got in, you quickly went into your room, locked the door and broke down in tears.

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You shifted on your bed for the hundredth time and glanced at your clock to see it was already 1:33 a.m. You sighed and sat up on your bed, bringing your knees to your chest then hugging them tight. It was a good thing that it’s the weekend because you didn’t have the nerves to show up in school the day after you just caused a scandal. You need some time to think. You buried your head and cried for a few minutes. You raised your head hearing a slight tap on your window. You furrowed your eyebrows then turned you head towards your window. You flinched seeing a shadow appear and but soon realized it was a person, Liam. You quickly run towards your window and opened it.

“Liam? What are you doing here?” you asked

“I came to see you” he smirked butterflies erupted from your stomach. You smiled at him, but soon faded as you remembered the incident earlier. You walked towards your bed with Liam following behind.

“Y/n, is everything okay?” you sat down at your bed and fiddled with your fingers. You felt the mattress sink as Liam sat down beside you. He placed a hand on top of yours as you shake your head and tears began trickling down your cheek.

“No, everything’s not fine” you raised your head to look at Liam who wore a worried expression. “You saw what I did to that kid. I could’ve killed him–”

“But you didn’t” he said sharply. “Now, would you mind telling me what happened? The whole story?”

I bit my lip and I nodded telling him everything— including my secret. The real me, the real monster hidden within me. From what started it all from all those years trying so hard to control myself.

I was between Liam’s legs as my head rested on his chest. His arm around wrapped around me and I felt secured while his free hand continued playing with my hair. I was silently sobbing as I listen to his heart beat. Focusing on it. Nothing else.

“So why’d you keep to yourself and didn’t bother telling me?” he suddenly asked out of the blue.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know… I guess I’m embarrassed about it?”

“Y/n, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about” he slightly chuckled. I straightened up and looked him in the eye. 

“Yes there is! Liam I’m literally a walking time bomb–”

“–and so am I” he cut me off “Unlike you, I literally turn into a monster–”

“You’re not a monster” it was my turn to cut him off. “You’re a werewolf, and… you have an anchor to prevent you from being one”

“Then I be your anchor” he said sharply making me confused.

“What?”

“You’re my anchor, right?” I nodded “You’re the one who is keeping me human, preventing me from being a monster. So, why can’t I be your anchor?”

“Liam I’m not a werewolf” I protested

“Still” he said simply, “Whenever, you’re in a sudden outburst, just think of me okay?” I just sighed and he held me tight.

“It’s okay, y/n. I’m here. I’ll always be here…”


So yeah, this is my first time writing an imagine. And sorry for the typos, if there any.. And yeah, what do you guys think? I am really surprised to see Anon messaged me and asking me to write a Liam Dunbar imagine. I got confused for a second because..whaaat?! I’m not really writing an imagine or asking for taking requests because my blog is just mainly contains fandom pictures, pictures from We ♥ it, my artworks from Instagram and other reblogged stuff so yeah, really surprised. I was even thinking of not doing this imagine and apologizing to Anon but a voice in my head said, ‘Hey, I should give this one a shot’ and here I am!

It’s much easier to not know things sometimes. Things change and friends leave. And life doesn’t stop for anybody. I wanted to laugh. Or maybe get mad. Or maybe shrug at how strange everybody was, especially me. I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and than make the choice to share it with other people. You can’t just sit there and put everybody’s lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can’t. You have to do things. I’m going to do what I want to do. I’m going to be who I really am. And I’m going to figure out what that is. And we could all sit around and wonder and feel bad about each other and blame a lot of people for what they did or didn’t do or what they didn’t know. I don’t know. I guess there could always be someone to blame. It’s just different. Maybe it’s good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there. Because it’s okay to feel things. I was really there. And that was enough to make me feel infinite. I feel infinite.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

As I said before....

Not getting off this ship. BIG MONEY can and will CONTROL a person’s life and tell them what they can and cannot do. Sam himself, has told us that he is really good at acting. This new picture reeks of set up and acting. It’s award time. It shocks me that the BIG MONEY thinks single Sam is more marketable. Do they ever talk to REAL PEOPLE, REAL WOMEN? More marketable is a sexy, committed man, who is devoted to ONE WOMAN. Get a clue Starz.
I’m not mad at anybody anymore. Takes too much energy. Sam and Cait do as they are told or advised. They want their careers to soar and will do what they have to, to get that. I don’t blame them. What I am sorry about is that REAL LOVE cannot win. Look at other actor relationships. You rarely get to see real life relationships as headliners. I’m not sure Hollywood has its priorities in balance. But, oh well. What can you and I do about that? You and I who have had successful careers AND successful marriages. Granted, I’m not in the lime light, but LOVE IS LOVE wherever your light shines.
All of the denial, S.O. talk, and these crazy pictures do only one thing for me. Makes me sad. They don’t know what they’re missing.