beautiful to someone


Level of fluffyness and scruffyness 200%

F you guys who say shit about Yuuri

Okay, so today I did a little presentation about lgbt featuring yoi in one of my classes and I was literally upset(mad, actually) about how the class reacted:

Like eventhough most of the students in class didn’t watch the whole anime, I understand, while there’re some Chinese, lots of Japanese and Korean students together… but they all said only Victor’s good looking?? Yuuri doesn’t deserve him? Don’t know what’s wrong with Victor? They were babbling like tbh all of the Japanese and Koreans will think this way and WHAT kind of shitty bias is that? I’m not Korean then, huh? Where’re your eyes?

And after I showed what happened btw them they were smirking even more, like, only /Yuuri/’s the one to be super lucky to have someone so successful and handsome~ Victor’s so out of his league~ tf? I’m starting to hate my class and this is the worst reaction I’ve ever got in my life:(

When looking at someone, there are so much more to really LOOK into, rather than just one single layer of skin. And yes, It IS possible to fall in love at first sight based on the other’s face but NO love can survive like Victuuri’s did only by sticking around your faces More importantly YUURI IS ADORABLE HANDSOME GORGEOUS& SO EASY TO LOVE OKAY

(Sorry, feel free to ignore me if anyone sees this. I was just too depressed and needed to type out sth)


I’ll Give You the Sun by Jandy Nelson

Summary: Jude and her twin brother, Noah, are incredibly close. At thirteen, isolated Noah draws constantly and is falling in love with the charismatic boy next door, while daredevil Jude cliff-dives and wears red-red lipstick and does the talking for both of them. But three years later, Jude and Noah are barely speaking. Something has happened to wreck the twins in different and dramatic ways … until Jude meets a cocky, broken, beautiful boy, as well as someone else—an even more unpredictable new force in her life. The early years are Noah’s story to tell. The later years are Jude’s. What the twins don’t realize is that they each have only half the story, and if they could just find their way back to one another, they’d have a chance to remake their world.

This radiant novel will leave you breathless and teary and laughing—often all at once.


  • Death of mother
  • Alcohol consumption at high school parties
  • Statutory rape/coercive rape, teenage girl and older guy

ever think abt the fact that we don’t have to deal w conventional standards of socialisation on this site so things that would hugely impact whether or not u would even approach someone (beauty, attire, mannerisms) irl don’t factor in when ur talking to ppl here. idk if i’d call it a ‘purer’ form of friendship but it’s definitely different and in a good & great way

Some Things in Beauty and the Beast (2017)

  • opening scene with the prince in some extra™ makeup
  • belle teaching little girls how to read
  • belle rejecting gaston SO MANY TIMES
  • le fou winking at gaston
  • the amazing cgi work on the beast
  • when belle shoved her father out of the cell and saved him
  • it showed what happened to Belle’s mother in a way that added to belle, her father, and belle’s relationship with beast
  • le fou’s cross-dressing BOYFRIEND
  • umm i think lumiere dabbed at one point in be our guest????
  • beast giving belle the library just so he can show her he has better taste in books
  • that goddamn waltz and when beast lifts belle up and twirls her and the lights are all pretty!!!!
  • wasting in my lonely tower
  • waiting by an open door
  • i’ll fool myself she’ll walk right in
  • and be with me for evermore
  • le fou being redeemed and not being an idiot in any way
  • two interracial kisses in a disney movie?? um yes pls and thanks
  • that growl!!! omfg!!!
  • in conclusion: I want to watch this movie everyday for the rest of my life
Get You Someone...

Aries: Who you’ll treat like they’re fragile China

Taurus: Who you’ll listen to 

Gemini: Who can calm you down without offending you

Cancer: Who makes you feel like you can tell them anything

Leo: Who can pamper and squash your ego at the same time

Virgo: Who can go on philosophical rants with you

Libra: Who you won’t be afraid to completely be yourself around

Scorpio: Who will treat you like the Queen you are

Sagittarius: Who will be your partner in crime

Capricorn: Who will get you out of your comfort zone

Aquarius: Who will love you for all your light and dark sides

Pisces: Who will be your shoulder to cry on and your arms to lift you up


• The 1975 - new albums music Lockscreens !
•reblog or like •pictures is from The 1975

Dear Strange Man on the Train,

At 11 o’clock at night, you moved across the train car to sit far too close to two girls about half your age so you could interrupt our conversation to tell us how pretty we are. We said thank you, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a second time to say that you didn’t want to bother us, but we needed to hear it, how pretty we are. We said cool, thanks, have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

You interrupted us a third time to say you wouldn’t say anything else, you didn’t want to bother us, you just had to let us know. We said have a good night, and went back to our conversation.

This seemed to perplex you. You came all that way across a train car to bestow upon us this life altering knowledge - the fact we were pretty - and all you got was a polite thank you? You grumbled about gratitude, about how you better not end up on facebook, were we putting you on facebook? Why was my friend looking at her phone? Was she putting you on facebook? All you’d done was tell us we were pretty.

At this point, my friend says, “Sir, we’re trying to have a conversation. Please don’t be disrespectful.”

This was when you got angry. Disrespectful? YOU? For taking the time out of your day to tell us we were pretty? Did we know we were pretty?

“Yes, we knew,” says my friend.

Well, that was the last straw. How dare we know we were pretty! Sure, you were allowed to tell us we were pretty, but we weren’t allowed to think it independently, without your permission! And if we had somehow already known - perhaps some other strange man had informed us earlier in the day - we certainly weren’t allowed to SAY it! Where did we get off, having confidence in ourselves? You wanted us to know we were pretty, sure, but only as a reward for good behavior. We were pretty when you gifted it upon us with your words, and not a moment before! You raged for a minute about how horrible we were for saying we thought we were pretty, how awful we turned out to be.

I took a page out of your book and interrupted you. “Sir, you said you wouldn’t say anything else, and then you kept talking,” I said. “You complimented us, we said thank you, and we don’t owe you anything else. It’s late, you’re a stranger, and I don’t want to talk to you. We’ve tried to disengage multiple times but you keep bothering us.”

At this point, our train pulled into the next stop. My friend suggested we leave, so we got up and went to the door.

Seeing your last chance, you lashed out with the killing blow. “I was wrong!” you shouted at us as we left, “You’re ugly! You’re both REALLY UGLY!”

Fortunately, since our worth as human beings is in no way dependent upon how physically attractive you find us, my friend and I were unharmed and continued on with our night. She walked home; I switched to the next train car and sat down.

So, strange man, I know you’re confused. I don’t know if you’ll think about anything I said to you, but I hope you do learn this: when you give someone something - a gift, a compliment, whatever - with stringent stipulations about how they respond to it, you are not giving anything. You are setting a trap. It is not as nice as you think it is.

But you’ll be happy to know that when I sat down in the next car, a strange man several seats over called, “Hey, pretty girl. Nice guitar. How was your concert?”

“Thanks. Good,” I said, then looked away and put on my headphones, the universal sign for ‘I’d like to be left alone.’

“Wow. Fine. Whatever. Fucking bitch,” he said.


Agent Vasquez in 2x11, The Martian Chronicles


a tiny clip of boy in luv acoustic ver. with jin playing guitar at the fukuoka fanmeeting 😍😍😍