better your image

Do not lower your standards, you deserve good things.
—  Unknown

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anonymous asked:

Hi um I used your cutting out the background from an image tutorial and it's not really working out for me because the persons hair is kind of all over the place. How do I get rid of the background without making her hair look horrid?

Hi! So, I’ve only ever talked about this once which was in my pastel hair tutorial, but it’s definitely worthy of its own tutorial. We’ll make it a mini-tutorial, though. And of course, it’s under the cut. (:

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“Man, did we fight about that.  We fought for nine days straight all while not sleeping and smelling like shit. It was one long argument, but I think some of the best moments are the result of that.”

Take This to Your Grave is the debut studio album by American rock band Fall Out Boy. It was released on May 6, 2003, by Fueled by Ramen.

Jackson Drabble (#8)

“You make me feel like I’m not good enough”

“Babe, just talk to me!” Jackson chased after you, wondering what had you so upset. You had tears in your eyes as he followed you into his room. He closed the door as you sat down on his bed.

“Okay, what the heck is wrong?” You sniffled as you looked up at him. “Why do you always have to act like you’re not perfect?” He chuckled a bit, not understanding what you meant. “I’m sorry?” You sighed, sitting up as he sat down next to you. “You always are talking to the other guys, saying that your fat, or you aren’t handsome, you’re always trying to make yourself better and commenting about your image.”

“So? That’s just my insecurities, why are you so upset?” “Because. You make me feel like I’m not good enough. Like I can’t compare. Because you’re so concerned with you image, I feel like maybe I should try and make my self better to compare with you.

“No! oh my god no! Please don’t ever feel like you have to change yourself for me, you are perfect just the way you are. I’m just insecure about myself. If anyone should feel like they’re not good enough, it’s me. I don’t think I’m good enough for you. I don’t think I deserve you to be honest. But you love me for a reason, and you don’t care if I’m chubby, or I’m not handsome some days, you still love me through all my flaws, just like I love you through your flaws.”

He softly kissed your lips, reassuring you to not be upset. “I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change for me, or that you weren’t good enough for me.”


I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

–Pablo Neruda