but no i couldnt get anything im done with it

Promise to remember

Imagine visiting John in New York City after not seeing him for years
as requested by anon

The knock came quietly first, and then there was silence followed by a thud from the wall furthest away from the white, double doors. And if it hadn’t been for the opening shutter of peepholes in the neighbouring doors you would’ve thought John had lived alone on the floor of seven apartments.

The second thud that came was louder and far more dense than before, this time followed by a number of locks that clanged up and down the walls as they were opened, and once again, a deliberating silence. What closely tailed it was the unwilling latch of a doorknob that revealed John’s worn face in fractions. Two thirds to check who stood on the opposite side, and finally a whole that’s as woven with confusion as a scarf. It melts quickly but receives none likewise.

He looks at you, with a half-smile that seems to have fallen asleep on his droopy-eyed face, before it twitches back to the moment and he crinkles his nose. You catch a glimpse of his teeth, which poke out from between his thin lips and look no less crooked than they did when he was fifteen. Your stomach twists. John’s hair isn’t Beatle cut nor brushed up like it was when you’d known him. This wasn’t ‘John’. Or maybe it was, your insides shrink when you realise you want to reach out and run your fingers through it.

From behind him comes a heavenly, white glow that radiates from the room with the open plan view that had to be at least three of the Dakota’s apartments combined. From what you can see, the main room walls are covered with magazine pictures, articles framed, yet among them some taped up and together at continually fraying tears. The walls didn’t end at the walls, they went outward, to a dream of somewhere else that consisted of every decade in the past thirty he’d been alive.

Your gaze flicks back to his face that’s still studying yours in awe, as he attempts to draw some form of eye contact, but is unable when your sight drops to the floor and tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes uneasily. The strip of white light that illuminates the floor beside you is cut short when John shuts the door behind him and steps closer. His hand falls loose of the round, gilt doorknob only to twitch unsurely by his side.

You visually swallow, trying to gulp down the lump that formed solid in your throat, and blinking back your hot tears when you realised the eyes that watched, hidden, and getting hell of a show.

“I’m sorry, John.” you let out a shaky breath, “I should go, I shouldn’t have come here.” But before you can turn around fully he snatches at your wrist and jerks you back as you were, not letting go. His mouth hangs open as though he’s about to say something, though the only thing that follows is silence and the distant thudding and dings of the Dakota’s elevators, each side of the building.

“I…-how does a walk sound?” John solicited with utter confidence and a visual lack of side thought.

In the terse lull of New York traffic, the barren hallway was briefly silent, whether for a second, when you nodded John began to walk again, and his healed boots clanged loudly on the stone floor — at once causing you to wonder whether or not he’d been expecting the company — he pushed the elevator button and adhered to the whirring call of the rising lift, squeezing your hand tightly when the doors slid open.

The lobby it revealed seconds later has all the corporate taste for extensively opulent items without the slightest touch of personality, all generously decorated because they were in themselves expensive. Maybe it was deliberate. The floor was tiled in fine marble, which made every step under a slight level echo. Even the door hinges were engraved with swirls and elegant designs, you’d noticed, small, rosy-cheeked cherubs and sheets of rose linen that were engraved in the repeating gold.

It seemed to domino turnly into a quiet chatter, and then plunge into a sudden, cut, silence, that once again pitched into uneasy whispers when yours and John’s foot crossed the border of the Dakota’s welcoming gates.

The sound of feet on wet paving stones is almost lost against the splashing of the traffic, only the click of high heels still clear. The usual smell of the fumes is dampened by the hazy drops, and it’s nothing different for New York. You shiver into the ageless, beige, trench coat. John squeezes your hand once more as he steps over a fissure that brims a batter of mud and slush, and trickles a pathway through indentation that runs along the perimeter of grey cobble.

Those with umbrellas take wider berths of one another, the rest take care to duck when the spokes come their way. You stared short, as John, beside you, moved slightly, and his words ended in something that both felt and sounded like a smothered insult. “You liked Hamburg though, didn’t you?”

And although the syllables have left his lips seconds ago, they linger regardless, impulsive and rattling inside your skull like playground taunts.

“Of course,” you lied, “why did you think otherwise?”

John shrugs off the recognised, legitimate question as a passing conversation, he sniffs and draws his hands deeper into his pockets as though he’s trying to shrink down inside his jacket, away from your urging stare. You hook your arm inside of his hidden one. “I didn’t think you liked it, you know, you never called afterward,” his breath caught in his throat, selecting his words so cautiously it became suspicious, “or wrote for that matter, I thought you’d fled from the rent-man or summit.”

You sigh, “if I were to miss anything, John, it wouldn’t be Hamburg. Not after everything it brought onto you, I think, perhaps, if it hadn’t been for Hamburg I would’ve wrote, or even called if Woolton had a telephone box.” Bare trees line the next avenue and the following, crying bygone oranges and yellows and xanthous ambers and acidic bisques that crumbled under the whispy touch of a bustling wind.

“So’s that where you’re livin’ now? Not the best part of Liverpool like, Woolton.”

Your bitter face melts in dichotomy to the cold temperature. “Yeah, Woolton,” your face returns to a neutral grimace, “are you lonely in New York?”

And perhaps it had felt like too much of an invasive question. Whether or not it was good to catch up on life through such a bitter topic, John seemed to recoil at the query, and then inhaled so deeply his threads rose along with his chest and fell back quickly. Clenching the inside material of his pockets, he began to speak again. “No,”

Though it was a concise statement, it was left oddly open ended, as though unsure of the answer, or not comfortable enough in his latter words to speak them. Shortly enough, the end of the avenue was approaching, so fast, in fact, neither of you had began to break out of the whipped up silence to notice the plain of washed-out green that fabricated a thin, ivory foil which melted along the edges and floated above the surface of high reaching blades of grass.

John falls short of a halt that makes his shoes grit on the pavement, before jerking his hands out of his pockets and wrapping his fingers tightly about your own. He throws his shoulders up at the interaction to readjust the jacket that hung loosely — and wrongly — on them. “I don’t feel lonely, not anymore.” He says, squeezing your hands again; this being a quick pattern he’d adopted over the last half hour.

“John…” you trial off, shuffling the toes of your oxfords to the centre of a tile beneath you. “I can’t stay, I wasn’t even supposed to see you.” A gust of wind that whips itself on a neighbouring building hits the pair of you, blowing bunched up hair in all directions. “I’ll see you another day, okay?” Now it was your turn to squeeze John’s long fingers.

“Then I will live to see another day.”

washing a car with bts

hoseok: him making you scrub areas that you already scrubbed to mess with you and you throwing the sponge at him and him laughing with that smile thats brighter than the shine of your car 

namjoon: both of u working extremely efficiently with one another and finishing in like half an hour bc teamwork and resting to drink lemonade on the lawn 

seokjin: him constantly stealing the sponge from you and not allowing you to do anything because it will “hurt your hands” and he doesnt want u getting dry hands or a sun burn “jiiiiiin” “go back inside” “JIINNNN” 

yoongi: sneaking glances at one another from opposite sides of the car and yoongi sneaking up behind you and grabbing you and picking you up suddenly and swinging you around while laughing and hugging you from behind “you just looked so pretty, i couldnt resist not hugging you”

taehyung: what is “productive” ?? you trying to wash the car but taehyung messing with the garden hose and spraying it on you instead of the car “TAE” “AHAHAHAHAH IM SORRY” “GET BACK HERE” lots of throwing sponges and water fights and no productivity

jimin: both of you washing the car casually and him whipping off his shirt in the middle of it because its hot and well how could anyone get car washing (or anything) done while next to a shirtless jimin

jungkook: him getting foamy bubbles on his hands and blowing them at you and you trying to get it out of your hair “jungKOOK” him laughing and saying he’ll help you buT HE JUST PUTS MORE BUBBLES IN YOUR HAIR WITH HIS HANDS FULL OF SOAP

chicago typewriter ep 15

tears
sadness
tears
sadness
tears, tears…
tears everywhere ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

the drama’s been giving us bits of the 1930s life of our trio since the start and that showed a great contrast to their present life. but for episode 15, they finally gave us a full-blown story of their youth in 1930s ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ a youth full of sadness, sacrifice, friendship, and love.. love for each other and for the country. it’s so so so heartbreaking i had to pause a lot of times to stop myself from crying :-( (i still cant control my tears rn fml)

here are some of my fave scenes in this episode:

1. hwiyoung crying while holding soo yeon’s photo + reminiscing their moments

FMLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL this scene hurts so fucking much oh my god asjflsjfsl hwiyoung was concealing his emotions right from the start so it wouldnt be a hindrance as a leader of joseon alliance youth ( thumbs up for being so tough, leader-nim!!) but i literally died when he finally broke down his walls and showed us his fragile side ㅠ he suffered so much for everyone 😭😭 gotta love yoo ah in’s acting here.. he brought out the best of this character 😭

2. yul confessing he’s the leader and seeing soo yeon/anastasia suffering

go kyung pyo’s acting is so daebak ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ yul’s character is so daebak ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ in this scene i realized how much yul and hwiyoung differs.. yul lets his emotions rule his decisions while hwiyoung doesn’t let his emotions control him, he gotta stay tough and focus for their organization. yul let out his emotions til the very end, sacrificing their plans just to save the woman he loves :-( i wanted to smack him so he could get into his senses.. like WHY CANT U THINK FIRST BEFORE MAKING DECISIONS!!! some of yall mightve rolled their eyes in this cliche scene of choosing the person he loves but this!!!!!!! was a powerful scene!!!!! it showcased a whole lot more about yul’s character that overshadowed that of hwiyoung’s (also got me thinking that maybe the reason why he wasnt reincarnated bc he chose soo hyun over joseon omg) and also the scene where he told hwiyoung that he’ll give up soo yeon in the next life so he should let him save her in this time made me cry buckets ㅠㅠ i need to see more of yul’s life/character

3. soo yeon’s “eye acting” + scene with madame sofia

oh my god literally all praises for im soo jung!!!!!! the scenes where shes telling yul to hold on, to not say hwiyoung’s name, was brilliant! ㅠㅠㅠ she swayed the scenes with her acting.. ahhhhh i couldnt get over it. heo young min also said he could see everything in soo yeon’s.. he was right bc im soo jung facial expression made it so convincing im asjfkslfjslfjaljdlsAHDIWLALAL
- also that emo scene when madame sofia said that ofc she would chose her son over joseon who hasnt done anything for her. omg that line’s one of my fave ever. it was full of emotions i had to pause for like a few minutes hahaha and when soo yeon said she treated her like a mother and she wouldnt forgive her ever….. i feel so sad like imagine how her mom (in the present life) felt when she left soo yeon bc of this tragedy :(( they need have a major get together in the last episode or else im gonna kms

4. hwiyoung confessing to soo yeon + soo yeon’s “don’t go” + goblin comparison

-EVERYTHING IN THIS SCENE FUCKED ME UP SO BAD I HAD TO PAUSE AGAIN TO DIGEST WHATS HAPPENING. this is one of the saddest confession ever…. the writer really loves torturing the audience oh my god.. imho this is even sadder than goblin’s letting go scene.. why???? because in goblin, atleast kim shin and eun tak had enough time to show their love for each other.. or had moments together before they separated. but here, OH MY GOD THEY SPENT ALL THEIR YOUTH FIGHTING FOR THEIR COUNTRY, PUTTING ASIDE THEIR FEELINGS, TO THE POINT THAT HWI YOUNG COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO SAVE SOO YEON BC JOSEON ALWAYS FUCKING COMES FIRST. HE COULDNT EVEN TOUCH SOO YEON’S HAND FOR THE LAST TIME *CRIES* AND ONE OF THEM DIED WHILE ONE LIVING IN MISERY.

SOO YEON’S SCREAMING DON’T GO MADE ME LOSE ME SHIT FOR REAL ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ AND THE OST PLAYING AT THIS MOMENT HYPED UP THE EMOTIONS OF THE SCENE ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

in goblin, euntak’s memory vanished when kim shin disappeared, but she still felt constant pain and she didnt know why. but here imagine soo yeon living after the tragedy, knowing the love of her life died protecting joseon, not having any assurance of meeting him again, continue living with the memories deeply buried in her heart and mind ㅠㅠㅠ i couldn’t even imagine her life alone without her beloved friends ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ this is the saddest of all the saddest shit i dont want to feel again ever

5. heo young min’s villian acts
- yo raise your hands up if ya think kwak si yang did a fantastic job being the villian!!!! in 1930s or in the present life, hes such an effective villian to the point that everyone hated him and also pitied him. i love love loveeeeeeeeeeeee him as heo young min tho i hated his antics lmao honestly one of my fave villians rn (still nam goong min in #1 spot haha)

6. hwiyoung’s death

- well, save the best for the last right????? i admire how hwiyoung sticked to his principles til the every end.. and love his lines here omGGGGG (kudos to the writer ilysm 😭) no more words to describe this scene *insert millions of crying emojis*

7. se joo + jeon seol’s hugging scene

- in the 1930s, hwiyoung died while yul saved soo yeon. hwiyoung gave up soo yeon for joseon 😭😭 in their present lives, yul saved se joo and se joo finally saved jeon seol ㅠㅠㅠㅠ i died again when se joo told jeon seol that for this time, he finally saved her omg *insert tears* the power of their friendship is no joke… ㅠㅠㅠ

ok so this went so long omg those fave scenes are basically all of the important scenes in this episode hahaha im sorry but i just need to let it out since none of my friends irl are watching this drama yet 😭 anyways, still lots of things we need to see in the finale! it bothers me that the stalker’s sister got out…. im thinking thats she cooking something badass lmao.

do yall think we’ll shed more tears in the last episode?

p.s the ost automatically plays in my head when i see/read stuff related to chicago typewriter omg ajdkaldhalfbwl

p.p.s my fingers are so tired after typing this sorry for grammatical errors 😂 im so hypedddddddsd i didnt double check

  • Anakin as a Force Ghost: [puts a hand on Kylo Ren's shoulder] listen, guy
  • Anakin: [puts another hand on his shoulder] I know you think I'm this big evil dude and all, and I get it, I've done some horrible things in my lifetime
  • Anakin: [putting another hand on his shoulder] But you have to understand... I gave that all up before I died
  • Anakin: [putting another hand on his shoulder] Do you get where I'm going with this? You're making a mistake. Do you understand?
  • Kylo Ren: how do you have this many arms
  • Anakin: [places four more hands on his shoulders] Anything is possible through the Force. Now pay attention here I'm trying to tell you something important

rappornster > happytwentytree bcs hes 23 (hes 23 internationally ok) n tree as in namu haha get it pls dont block me

2

I DIDNT MEAN IT! (ASHLEY PURDY IMAGINE)
{Requested by anon :3}

It was another day of being alone at home for you. Your boyfriend Ashley was almost never in the house because of all the concerts and recordings and interviews he had to do. It also didnt help that when he was home, he would always be tired to do anything.
You couldnt help but feel a little depressed about that, but your love for Ash was so big and strong, you always managed to keep your hopes high anyway.

Speaking of your man, he finally arrived home, this time a little later than usual.
You smiled at him, “Hey babe, how was your day?” You asked lovingly.
“Exhausting as usual.” He answered. He sighed and put his leather jacket away in the closet. “Man I cant wait to go to sleep.”
Those words made you cringe, but you still kept a smile on your face, “Youre not hungry? I was hoping you and I could go eat somewhere.”
“Baby, no offense but does it look like I wanna do anything right now?” He tells you.

Your smile was starting to fade away. You really wanted to do something with your boyfriend, but how can you two even act like a couple when one of you doesnt even want to do any couple things.
This was honestly starting to make you upset.
“Well…we havent done anything together at all Ash…” you muttered.
“What do you mean yes we have.”
“No, we havent, youre always too tired to do anything with me, its like we’re not even a couple.” You said.
Ash became a little shocked and hurt by your words. He couldnt really comprehend what you just said. “Im sorry, what?”
“You heard me.” You mumbled crossing your arms above your chest.
Ash chuckled and shook his head, “Wow, first I get yelled at by the guys just because I messed up on one song, fans almost trampled me, haters passing by me on my way home isulted me, and now I come home to my GIRLFRIEND telling me that we’re practically not even together!? Do I have a fucking kick me sign on my back today?!” He yelled.

“Okay first of all, what happend to you today was not my fault so dont you dare raise your voice at me! And second, Im just being honest!” You striked.
“Oooooh!! Okay! So let me just be honest with you (Y/N)!! I dont need to be taking shit from anybody and that includes you!”
Your eyes widend a little, “Oh really?!”
“Really!! So if we’re practically not a couple to you! Then lets not be a couple at all!” He striked back.
Your arms dropped and your face just became blank, your heart felt like a knife just stabbed it a thousand times. Did Ashley really just say that to you? But as always, you kept your hopes high. You began to shake your head in denial of what your ears just heard.
“You dont mean that…”
You lifted your head up so you could take a look at him. His expression said it all, it was cold, it even made you shiver a little.
“Ashley….” you whispered. Without even waiting for him to respond you went straight to the guest room and locked yourself there. Your laid on the bed and curled yourself up in a fetal position. Your fingers gripped your pillow tightly as you pulled it close to you. Your heart was officially shattered, you couldnt hold back the tears, after all you were already feeling a huge lump in your throat after hearing Ashley’s stinging words.

It was the middle of the night now, you had cried for almost five hours straight. Ashley wasnt sleeping at all either, his heart broke as well when he turned around in his bed just to hold you, only to see that you were not beside him.
You were finally starting to fall asleep until you flinched a little at the sound of the door knob turning and opening.
“Fuck…” you whispered in a very low tone.
Footsteps came near you until it stopped at your bedside, you didnt even bother to turn around knowing exactly who it was..
“(Y/N)?…you sleeping?”
You hesitated to answer, you really did not want to speak to him right now, but you sighed and did anyway. “No….” you gently whispered.
You felt his big yet gentle hand reach for you, “(Y/N)…” he sighed, “Baby, Im so sorry for what I said…I honestly didnt mean it beautiful…”
“You really hurt me Ash…”
“I know I did and Im sorry, I dont know what the hell I was thinking saying those words to you…I never want to lose you…”
He assured you.
There was nothing but silence, part of you was still pissed at him, but another part of you wanted to just jump into his arms and have him hold you and kiss you.

“(Y/N), youre the best thing thats ever happend to me, Im really sorry…”
“Why did you say those words?…”
“It was just out of stress and frustration because of how my day went…I would never leave you…please look at me babe…”
You shook your head, “(Y/N)….please…” he begged.
Instead of just looking at him, you sat up and got up off the bed.
You were just staring at each other, seeing how puffed up and red your face was broke his heart even more.
He walked over to you and lifted up your chin since your eyes were on the floor.
“Please be mine again…” he said, a tear running down his eye now.
You wiped away his tear with your thumb and finally held his close to you.
“I was yours always stupid.” He chuckled and took your hand, leading you into the bedroom. You both laid down and held each other close. He was very happy to have you in his arms again.

He ran his fingers through your soft hair and laid a sweet kiss upon your head.
“What do you wanna do tomorrow night?” He asks. “I dont know you owe me a lot.”
He laughed once more, “Then Im going to dedicate the entire day to you.”
You smiled, “Thank you Ashley…”
“Its babe to you.”
You giggled and nodded agreeing, “Thank you babe…”
He put your head on his chest, his heart beat was music to your ears.
“I love you (Y/N).”
“I love you too….stupid.”

(Sorry if its a little short but still hope you like ^-^)
-YessyLove♡

About the Mun
In general: 

Real name: Nah
Nicknames: Britt, Bre-Bre, some variation of Bre, etc
Age: Nah
Sexuality: Bisexual
Prefered pronouns: She/her/her’s though I don’t really care if someone uses different pronouns as long as it isn’t in a hateful way
Are you a morning person?: I mean, for school i gotta get up at 6, but otherwise yeah sorta
When swimming, do you prefer to do it in the ocean, or in a lake?:  definitely ocean

On Tumblr: 

Anyone you would like to meet in real life?: multiple people if i wasnt a shy potato
Anyone you have met in real life?: technically ali..? i mean we did and still go to school together whether i like it or not
When did you first join? How old is your current account?:  I joined for a..mlp ask blog in 2012 and went to personal for about 2 years until i tried rping on her
Any peeves?: i dunno. i guess people constantly putting me down. otherwise not really
Unpopular opinion: chi is a cis male

Feelings:

Do you easily get jealous?: sadly yes though im really trying to change it!!
Do you easily get angry?: depends
Are you easy to cheer up?: not really unless you know really good puns then yeah ill be laughing in a minute
What’s the most hurtful thing someone could do to you?: either completely forget about me or purposelly ignore me..im really sensitive that way
What’s the most hurtful thing someone has done to you?: couldnt tell me i was useless themselves so they used a friend to do it and only confirmed it when i asked.
Are you good at hiding your emotions?: not at all imao
What’s the very best way to cheer you up?: memes/jokes/anything funny

Relationships:

Are you currently in a relationship?: nah
Do you currently have a crush on someone?: SADLY YES
If yes, might that someone be reading this?: nope
Do you kiss on the first date?: not really. i don’t think id be too comfortable yet to
Do you prefer going out, or staying home, when it comes to dates?: staying home and watching bad movies tbh

Things: 

Favorite drink: sweet tea
Favorite food:  shrugs
Most calming place?: my room 
Most stressful place?: school 
Most prized possession?: my phone or my bag..i’d probably cry if ilost either one

Tag five people (if you want to): mildpartymaru box--kun heart-xf-steel brawlingflower and whoever else wants to
Lana Del Rey in Philly Experience ok

ok so i typed this like twice and my computer kept shutting down so this will be shorter and less detailed than it was oops

i left my house at like 10 am. like 3 hour drive ugh ew . i got to the venue at 1pm nc my mom didnt wannna leave any earlier, i met some really cool people on the line, waited 6+ hours in the heat without any food or water bc i couldnt get up. it was brutal, but i mean yolo i had to see the queen

they finally let us in at 6:30 i s2g i have never ran so fast in my life. they scanned my ticket and i was off to the races (see wuht i did there) yeah and i was like pulling my brother with me and we some how made it to 2nd row so fricken close you have no idea

then we had to wait 2 hours standing up for her and i swear it was horrible. it was so hot and i hadnt had a drink of water. i had to sell my soul for a bottle of water to this girl. this girl risked her life going through the crowd to give me a bottle of water. i ended up paying her 10$ and bless her soul bc without her i might not be here typing this today 

the concert starts and honestly it was so unorganized and chaotic. girls were passing out ALL over the place literally you turn around and another girl is on the floor gettting carried out by security. i lost count tbh of how many did pass out. idk if it was the heat or dehydration but hey they were dropping like flies. i was literally being pushed all over the place but managed to hold on to my brother

she FINALLY comes on and she looks gorgeous. however, i thought i was being pushed hard before, no no

no

i was wrong bc the crowd suddenly turned in to a wave, i thought everyone was gonna fall over it was crazy. i was lucky and got to see a lot of her bc im kinda tall, but my brother didnt see anything i felt so bad i kept trying to get him in front of me but he wouldnt move

so i mean it was hell tbh but it was worth it. ive waited like 3 years to see her and it was amazing to finally be able to. she sounded amazing her band was soooo good, she looked great. she couldnt have done any better. she was so cute too. she told us ultraviolence was being released in a few weeks so yay!!!!

i was quite upseet that she didnt come in to the crowd and take pics with everyone on the barricade bc i probs couldve gotten a selfie with her if she did. instead she came down for like 2 minutes and only took a few selfies :/

i mean it was hell but the moral of the story is do not go to an LDR concert if you arent a crazy fan bc tbh its not worth it if you dont really like her that much. i had the time of my life seeing her finally and i loved it. waiting hours in the heat is the price you pay for the ones you love

thats my story ok if you actually read this bless you

theworldseemstobefading  asked:

I really don't get why you're such a bitch. Seriously grow the fuck up.

honestly?, why do i keep getting hate randomly, i havent even done anything, also… who the hell do you think you are coming to my ask box calling me a bitch when i havent even talked to you a day in my life. you dont know me at all. if you think im a bitch unfollow me i couldnt care less. but how does that make you any less of a bitch by sending me hate. and you have the audacity to come off anon and tell me.. wow.. seriously just get off my blog i dont have time for irrelevant people like you.