before someone says it

In the middle of a serious discussion between Richard and Joaquin, he began to laugh. Seeing the perplexity on Richard’s face, he said, “I’m not laughing at you, Richard, but I just can’t help myself. I don’t care a bit who’s right. I’m too happy. I’m just so happy right at this moment, with all the colors around me, the fire in the fireplace, the good dinner, the wine, the whole moment is so wonderful, so wonderful…” He talked slowly, as if enjoying his own words. He installed himself completely in the present. He appeared gentle and candid. He admitted he had only come because Richard’s promise of a good dinner. But now he wanted to know the whole house, everyone living in it, what each one did, and asked question after question with casual unrelentingness. Henry Miller talked with Joaquin about music, about his compositions and his concerts. He went to shake my mother’s hand, he visited the garden, looked over the books. He was full of curiosity.
—  The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931-1934

anonymous asked:

Darko I know this is a weird ask but..I look up to you in a way so I wanted to ask..have you dealt with depression/anxiety before? What would you say to someone who's going trough it at the moment? I know this is quite odd of an ask so if you wouldn't want to reply it's okay..I'm the "cuddle me anon" btw but that's a weird thing to be known as..Can I be A? -A

Awhh don’t worry hon it’s not weird and of course I will answer since yes I actually experienced both. One of them was worse than the other and it made a huge impact on one part of my life and that was anxiety. I had a pretty bad case of it, I experienced many panic attacks and in some I was completely losing control over my body. Once I would get triggered my heart would start pounding and I would just start shaking severely out of control and that was one of the worst feelings I ever felt. My problem was that instead of dealing with it I just pushed it on the side and tried to forget it was there, I never talked about it with anyone, I avoided any situations that would trigger it and at that time I felt that by doing so I was controlling it and the reality was I let it control me and my life. At one point I just decided that I had enough of it and instead of avoiding the situations that would make me anxious I started exposing my self to them and that is literally all it took for me to get over it. Learning how to to breathe properly in order to make your self calm also helped. As far as depression goes for me it usually comes and goes really fast, I try my best to stay positive all the time and in case I ever feel down I always try to ask my self what is causing it and is this thing worth me feeling bad and the answer is always nopeee
I really hope this will help at least a little bit and if you or anyone ever needs someone to talk to I’m always here to listen <3 (No anon needed A :)

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

when I walked into my voting place they immediately told me I’d have to try again next election because I wasn’t registered yet, without even speaking a word to me about my age or checking first. I look young so they weren’t even going to help me or check if I was registered

young people: do not let anyone bully you at the polls!! if someone tells you you aren’t registered and you think you are, double check online before deciding to go home.

their expressions immediately changed when I said (with notable irritation, because how dare they try to belittle me) I’ve been registered to vote for five years now and their attitudes are the only issue I’ve ever had to deal with

korra: i have to find my own path as the avatar.

katara: i know you do. aang’s time has passed. my brother and many of my friends are gone.

zuko *flies by on his dragon*: KATARA WHAT THE HELL

toph *pops up from a hole in the ground*: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE WE’RE DEAD!

katara: sometimes i can still hear their voices…

The Signs’ Replies to “I LOVE YOU”


“But… what’s your name?”


“Okay, I definitely gotta call my ex.”


“Nice joke! I got another one: get out of my house.”


“Finally! It’s the first time someone says it before me!”


“Of course you do, I’m pretty awesome.”


“What does that mean?”


“Will you marry me?”


“I love you too, and the 26 people that joined us in bed yesterday.”


“Bye, gotta catch the plane.”


“Why would you even?”


“Let me think of a plan how you could prove that.”


“Just a moment, gotta get my guitar and write a song about it.”

Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He’s happy. 

Stiles walks in late, his hair disheveled, his jeans a little tighter than they used to be, his black teeshirt clinging to his arms and chest in a way that made Derek’s mouth go dry. And don’t get him started on the tattoos, the vines and runes that twist up Stiles’ arms.  

“I thought I heard someone brooding,” Stiles says before he really even sees Derek, but when he does his jaw drops, “Who are you and what have you done with Derek Hale?”

And Derek, he laughs, “Hi Stiles, you look good.”

“Me?” Stiles sputters, his heart racing and his eyes wide, “Have you seen yourself? You look like a sexy lumberjack.”

Derek’s eyes go a little wider, his lips tug up in a private smile. It’s like they’re the only two people in the room. All he can hear is the steady beating of Stiles’ heart, all he can smell is the cinnamon and clove scent that is Stiles, all he can see are those honey brown eyes, at least until Scott clears his throat. 

“Uh guys, can you maybe eye fuck some other time? We’ve got three trolls in the preserve and we need to get them out before they kill someone,” Scott says, eyes darting between his returned pack member and his emissary. 

“Yeah, sure, yeah, we can fuck later,” Stiles says sounding a little dazed. Derek swallows and nods, eyes still on Stiles.

“That’s not what I said,” Scott mutters, turning away from the two of them and back to the rest of the pack, “I think we’re going to have to take care of this without Stiles and Derek’s help.”

“Can you manage that?” Stiles asks, shaking his head a little, “Something just came up and I’m busy now.”

“Just go,” Scott says with a small laugh. 

Stiles and Derek are out the door before Scott’s done talking. They emerge from Stiles’ apartment two days later both smiling and holding hands. 

oh my god but imagine the avengers playing never have i ever with shots and it progresses into a game purely about sex

and it starts out pretty tame like “never have i ever kissed someone of the same gender” but it gets wilder and wilder until it’s like “never have i ever had a fist up my ass”

and steve 



and eventually it gets so kinky even tony has to stop but steve keeps going and eventually it’s a game of who can think up the dirtiest sex act and they see if steve’s done it

and then one of them says something really filthy and right as steve takes the shot bucky walks in and hears it and says “oh yeah that was in that back alley in ‘39 i remember that”