but please keep it to yourself

Home Alone

Domesticated housewife Harry always puts me in a mood. Please enjoy. Others works is located in the masterlist.

In which Harry is left alone at your apartment and needs to keep himself preoccupied. 

Normally, on most given nights, you would reside yourself at Harry’s, because, “Babe, there’s more room for activities,” which would leave you huffing a groan and a slap to his arm, but as of late, your vexatious boyfriend seemed to have found a strange contentment in the comforting confines of which you call home.

When you got off work, he’d be texting you if he could come over, or in the middle of the night you’d wake to irritating knocks to your door, where you’d find him standing, hands behind his back, in sweatpants, his Randy’s Donut sweatshirt, and hair gone completely awry. “Couldn’t sleep. Sleepover?” And more times than any, he’d come knocking at your door unannounced with takeout and a smile you couldn’t say no to.

On mornings when he’d wake up to your absence, he’d start his day by rummaging through your cabinets, scoffing at the amount of hidden Hostess snacks he’d find, and begin by making a list of all the healthy foods you should have, and finally make himself a bowl of Frosted Cheerios, sitting sprawled out on your sofa watching the news.

He knows better than to leave his dishes sitting untouched – there’s somethings he can get away with here, but being a messy houseguest isn’t one of those – so he quickly scrubs them clean and goes back to your bedroom to find his boxers.

Most of the afternoon is filled with him wandering aimlessly around your apartment, scratching at his stomach as he flips through fashion magazines, making friends with your neighbor’s dog on the balcony, watering your plants and singing them a little song to help them grow up big and strong, and making side-comments about what you had saved to your DVR, but quickly forgiving you when he notices his SNL and Late Late Show episodes amongst them, and let’s a pleased smile linger on his face.

After finishing an episode of Cake Boss, he’ll be sending you texts about how lonely he is, and that he heard someone playing Woman through the walls and he instantly got excited and might have sang along. You ask him if he wasn’t just hearing a duck from outside, and he has an instance where he almost blocks you.

He’ll send you selfies of him wearing your sunglasses – which you save to your Camera Roll for blackmail – and text you at least once an hour asking when you’re coming back because he needs a cuddle – or a fuck, depending on the mood. If the latter, he’ll make sure to send you picture evidence of his prominent boner, and maybe even a puppy dog face if he’s in the mood to beg. Both leave you rolling your eyes and leaving him on read.

Once he’s done everything he could set his mind to, a wank included, he’ll begin by slowly cleaning your apartment, starting with tearing off the most likely soiled sheets, and making the bed. He’ll do any dirty laundry you had sitting around, and if he could compile enough ingredients, he’d get a start on dinner.

He liked it there, he couldn’t deny it. His house might’ve been his residence, but your place always left him feeling more at home.

wizkidsyd  asked:

I keep seeing all of your (awesome) art about Critical Role and I kind of want to start watching it but I'm 101 episodes late. Do you think it's worth trying to catch up on?

Don’t do it to catch up, just do it to enjoy the ride!! I’ve genuinely never laughed, gasped, screamed, cried etc so openly in front of a ‘show’ before. It honestly brings me so much joy and comfort. It will take a long time, but it will definitely be worth it! Watch at your own pace, don’t worry about catching up or not. Just have fun! :D

I just want you all to know that everything I’ve said about myself on here is true. The ups and downs are real, and while I am frequently in the down, there is always a lux ex tenebris, a light in the darkness.

I will never pretend to be a perfect person, but I’m always there for anyone who needs me, whether or not we’re close, and I will always be an advocate for seeking help from a professional if your mental illness hinders your relationships. Please remember that sometimes, even if the deepest of downs, you have to be a person for other people, if not yourself. Please remember your way of thinking will always affect your friendships, whether positively or negatively, and I hate to say it, but it really is up to you. I could go on a very long spiel about a man I admire, who faces the greatest of physical challenges, but still manages to keep his relationships with his wife and daughter and friends alike, and is able to smile at me and tell me that something good will happen for me and that it will be okay. It’s up to you to decide if you want to deal with your problems, and up to you to decide how uncomfortable you’re willing to be before you make a change. It is up to you to decide if you will laugh or cry at the end of the day.

I have a heavy heart, but I would never say it isn’t filled with love despite any sadness it bears. I hope you can trust me and accept me.

I’ll leave you with Dumbledore’s quote, since yesterday was the 20th anniversary of Harry Potter:

Happiness can be found even in the darkest times if one only remembers to turn on the light.

6-27-17 | 86/100 Days of Productivity

so my water bottle wasn’t closed all the way and the water leaked all over my notebook *cries* been rewriting notes on a new one for a bit

the last set of notes for the motivation unit of my seminar !! tomorrow, we begin with personality :‘DDD (and a quiz to finish up motivation)

the weather is pretty hot right now, gotta drink some water; please be sure to keep yourself hydrated this summer (and always ^^)

🎶 currently listening to : Whalien 52 - BTS

Draft for me coming out as agender on Facebook (please comment/send me messages about this)

Note: I’ve done my best not to hint what gender I was assigned at birth, so if there’s any clue in this text about my assigned gender, please let me know.

In the early months of 2015, I came out as asexual, then later as aromantic. This is going to be another coming out post, but one that is much longer. And if you read this, I thank you for taking the time to do so. If you happen to know my family or relatives, please keep this to yourself. I’m not ready for them to know, but I can’t hide the truth from everyone anymore.

It’s been a long journey, and after months of questioning, I’m sure of who I am. It hasn’t been easy, especially as I had to do it alone, since most of my support is based online. In the real world, I struggled through the dysphoria and the misgendering alone. I had to play the part of someone whom everyone thought I was. I often felt like I was in someone else’s body, like my life was a film, that I was portraying the character that everyone expected me to be.

When I was a kid, I used to think about gender. Gender roles and gender presentation. I wondered how people assumed that someone who had long hair and wore dresses was a girl or a woman. How people assumed that those who had low voices and certain body types were boys or men. I thought about how people got labels slapped onto them at birth, based on their physical bodies. How did people simply assume what a stranger’s gender was based on appearances?

And what about individual identity? How did people know they were girls or they were boys? If a woman had to have a mastectomy because of breast cancer, wasn’t she still a woman? If a man had gynecomastia, wasn’t he still a man? Body parts, or the lack thereof, didn’t define one’s internal sense of self, or so I thought. Yes, I might have been born with certain physical characteristics, I wasn’t denying that. What I was questioning was what I had been assigned based on my physical traits. Acknowledging that intersex people exist and that sex isn’t a neat binary, it was a matter of what traits I had that got me labelled as one binary gender or the other.

It was only when I started to approach my late teens that I began to question who I was. For 16 years, I lived a life unaware of the possibilities out there, but it wasn’t blissful. Sometimes, I would wonder why I suffered so much in the single-gender school that had been my primary school. Every time, I would drop the matter, assuming that it was just a normal part of growing up. Other times, I would wonder why I didn’t fit in with other children or teenagers of the same gender. Most of all, I just wanted to be one of them, to be normal.

It wasn’t until late 2015 that I suspected I might not be cisgender. As most of you know, I had discovered my identity as an aromantic asexual earlier that year. In the later months of 2015, I questioned my identity once more. This time, I ended up questioning my gender. I wasn’t comfortable with my birth name anymore, and so I seized the opportunity to use a nickname, since that was the only way I could go by a new name without being questioned. I’m lucky that my nickname is gender-neutral, and is often viewed as a name belonging to the gender that I was not assigned at birth.

2016 was the year I started to socially transition. I started to go by my nickname, preferring it to my birth name, but I was limited in the settings that I could go by Ray. In early 2016, two friends of mine (who happened to be the kids of my parents’ friends) playfully joked about my nickname and imagined me as a university student pretending to be a guy and a girl at different times, both of whom were named Ray. In March of that year, when we met up to watch Zootopia, they suggested that I dress androgynously, since they would be calling me Ray, which is a gender-neutral name. This made me realize that the name Ray was a better reflection of who I was than the name given to me at birth.I changed the name on my school email, so that whenever I emailed a teacher or collaborated on a Google document, my preferred name would be seen. I changed my name on Facebook to make sure as many people as possible saw it. In class polls on WhatsApp, I signed my name as Ray. Every time my anthropology teacher addressed me as Ray in front of the whole class, I felt a little more like myself.

June was the month things started getting interesting. There was a squad of bloggers with similar URLs based on music keys, and I decided to make one such blog. I created a Kik group with the music key bloggers, and one of the people in it referred to me using pronouns that I’d never heard being used to refer to me. At first, I was surprised, but it was positive. I guessed that the reason was because Ray is not usually associated with my assigned gender. This led to me questioning my pronouns, wondering if I might actually prefer pronouns associated with the other binary gender. And of course, I thought about whether this was just a phase, that I was really cis and I just wanted attention. But as always, being seen as she/her didn’t feel right. There was always the jarring sensation that whoever was talking about me was actually talking about someone else.

What I remembered about the whole gender saga, as I like to call it, was that when I was queueing to use a public bathroom, I got a sudden wave of severe dysphoria that left me in tears for the rest of the afternoon. It was the most intense dysphoria I had ever felt. After that, I could no longer pretend it was just a phase.

From then on, I thought of myself as agender. But there were times when I wondered if I was actually cis. How did I know that this was really me? It was only a day ago, on the 27 of June, that I watched some videos on YouTube, and the agender label felt so right. This confirmed what I had realized about myself a year ago: I am agender. I read a prayer for agender, nonbinary and GNC folks, and cried (as I always did when reading that prayer) because I was tired of feeling like I was a sinner for not being cis, as I had been taught.

I came out to my friends on Snapchat as agender, and I told two of my IRL friends about my pronouns. One of them agreed, while the other made excuses (as it seemed to me), but eventually agreed to use they/them pronouns to refer to me.

Now it’s past 3pm on 28 June 2017. It’s Wednesday. Not that any of this matters, but keeping track of such specifics gives me some comfort. Maybe one day, I will look back on this post, and re-read the thoughts of my 18-year-old self. Whatever my future self’s thoughts are, I hope that future me will be the person that I want to be.

anonymous asked:

I'm really unsure about the relationship I'm in... I'm not sure if I love them but I don't want to hurt them, and I'm feeling really conflicted.... could I have a star please?

Of course you can have a star, friend!

Even though you don’t want to hurt them, it’s better to let them know sooner rather than later if you don’t want to be with them. It hurts both of you if you keep yourself in the relationship out of obligation rather than choice.

I would think about it and decide what you want from the relationship, and if you want to stay in it. Be sure of your decision and talk to your significant other about it. Things will hurt for a while if you decide to leave your relationship, but it will be better for you both in the end.

It’s okay to feel how you feel, which includes falling out of love with someone. Hang in there, friend <3

Keep on shining!
♥ Courtney

Drabble Prompt! [June 27th]

Welcome to our weekly drabble prompt!

The goal here is to write something short. You can challenge yourself to write a traditional drabble (exactly 100 words) or just something generally short or short-for-you. (and if you are inspired to write something longer/create something that is not fic we will gladly accept it!)

This week’s prompt is:


Use this prompt however you wish! As always, all DW characters and ships are welcome and crossovers are as well. Please keep it at a teen rating or below.

Also don’t forget that it’s Pride Month so we’re especially encouraging fic with LGBT+ characters. See here for more info!

As a reminder, when you post your fic, mention us,  and tag #legendslikestardust in your first five tags. That way we can find your fic and reblog it for all of our lovely followers! We’ll feature your fic on a rec list at the end of the week.

Happy creating!

[previous drabble prompts]

anonymous asked:

Fluffy Haechan date scenario - Haechan

Snowflake - Haechan Scenario


+  Honestly just anything Haechan related tbh - Haechan

Here you go~ (I worked hard on this & it got beta read by @salixlignum thankyou!)

word count: ~1,000

reason: requested

genre: fluff (I got asked to make it so fluffy people cry so) 

1, 2, 3… does a scarf count as a layer?“ You asked yourself as you checked the time. It was winter, and needless to say it was cold.
“I should’ve worn fluffy socks.” You grumbled, scuffing your boot against the leaves scattered over the concrete. The Lindt™ (don’t sue me please) café’s doors opened yet again, welcoming another couple walking in hand in hand. You tucked your almost frozen nose under the scarf you needed to return to your boyfriend and sighed. If he ever got here you’d surely keep the scarf as a “You’re-running-30-minutes-late-and-it’s-bloody-5-degrees” present. As yet another happy pair walked through what were beginning to resemble the pearly gates-due to the blessing of heating, you surveyed your surroundings. Glancing across the street again in hope of any sign of him, you caught sight of a little plum tuft of hair. Bobbing over a black trench coat it waited impatiently at the crossing. The clouds your breath created caused you to lose him for a second, before someone latched onto you from behind, causing you to shriek. Birds scattered, people gave you disapproving stares, and Haechan almost died laughing. Not because he couldn’t breathe, but because you were ready to try and drop kick him into next week. 

“Hey honey~ I’m sorry! Mark wanted to play Over-ouch!” Haechan whined giving you puppy dog eyes as you hit his shoulder. 

“Let’s go inside because your ‘MVP’ award is about to cost me some appendages.” You turned on your heel into the café. You couldn’t be angry with him, not really, but the lack of feeling in your fingers must’ve been the culprit of both your warmth and your ability to be magnanimous.

The heavenly scent of chocolate enveloped your senses as you finally stepped through the store’s double doors, Haechan bouncing behind you. Immediately, you almost sprint toward the chocolate display, eyeing off the little spheres of goodness. 

“Haechan do you want to get a table-” you turned around expecting him to be right behind you. 

“Sorry what was that I couldn’t hear you over the sound of me being chivalrous.” Haechan seemingly materialised on the other side of the display, two bags of chocolate in hand and a massive grin on his face.  

“Okay, you win.” You giggled, and with his eyes crinkling further, he grabbed your hand and lead you to the counter. His hand continued to hold yours as his thumb traced your knuckles. 

“Two hot chocolates and these please,” he leant forward, placing the bags of chocolate on the counter; “And extra marsh-mellows for the lady.” He winked. 

The middle-aged lady behind the counter snorted and made some remark about her son before handing Haechan a number. Meanwhile, your nose wasn’t the only red feature on your face anymore. Taking a seat in the chair pulled out for you, you glanced over at the chocolate fountain in the corner, hoping for some sort of escape. 

“Was the really necessary?” You mumbled, flustered, looking down at your still conjoined hands. 

“Of course.” Haechan mused, popping chocolate into his mouth. He leaned in slightly, his eyes mimicking the chocolate he bought you, “I want to appreciate you.“ 

You started back, squirming a bit under his gaze. Breaking your trance, piping hot mugs of hot chocolate were placed under both your noses. The same lady that served you earlier paused and surveyed you both before saying to you; “Honey, he bought you chocolate, he’s a keeper.” You and the woman shared a laugh before you turned turned your attention back to Haechan, ready to joke with him about what the woman said. 

The previously enticing atmosphere was shattered when you came face-to-face with the saddest excuse for a ‘milkstache’ you’d ever laid eyes upon. 

“Sweetheart, I appreciate you trying, but this is how it’s done.” You dunked your face into the oversized mug as Haechan looked at you as if you’d grown another head. Surfacing from the frothy beverage you flashed a greasy grin. 

“Oh hon hon pain au chocolaté.” You snickered, posing with a hand under your chin. Milk froth adorned your upper lip.

Never one to refuse a challenge, Haechan dunked his face back into his drink before looking up. He twirled the edges of his dairy-comprised facial hair and flapped an Italian hand around.

“Firenzé, Spaghetti!” You both dissolved into fits of laughter at each other’s ridiculous faces.

The remainder of your date was spent sipping contently at your drinks and playing footsies under the table.

“I won you know.” Haechan smirked, once you’d left the café. Grabbing his foot, Haechan gestured to his ankles; “You know those ‘When God made Me’ memes? Well, when God made me he spilt a little too much kick-ass. I’ve been lifting weights with these feet for months. Competition? I don’t know her. I only know ‘Haechan is unmatchable therefore he has no competition.’”

"You wish sunny boy, I’ll be sure prove you wrong. I may lack strength but my fancy footwork will be too much for you to handle. If I had a dexterity stat, it would be better than any computer game character you and Mark play.” You threw your arm over him. “But you know that means another date so I can show you how good I am right?" 

"If you say so.” He hugged you tightly, giving you a little Eskimo kiss. “I’m sorry about leaving you waiting in the cold earlier." 

"It’s okay.” You smiled, “The sweet hot chocolate made up for it." 

And observing the little pink flush across your nose, Haechan became mesmerised by how much you reminded him of Lindt chocolate. Perhaps a little tough on the exterior, but on the inside you were soft and squishy. He loved that about you.

"It wasn’t sweet as you.” He finished, pecking your cheek.

Originally posted by haenyan

(Gif is not mine ^^)

ask-lieutenant-wendy  asked:

"Uhm, p-please don't tell any of the other marines, but.... I-I think you look really cool! Especially your dance moves! Y-you actually remind me a lot of one of my comrades, Jango... a-anyway! If we fight I'd probably still have to bring you in.... b-but until then, please keep being cool!!"

“Alright! You may be a marine, but i appreciate someone who likes my dance moves. They’re pretty SUPER, aren’t they? You seem like a pretty cool person yourself, miss marine. Always be yourself and don’t let that lava head get to you. Your pretty SUPER in my book!” He poses.

31 days of Mental Health Month have come and just about gone. Tumblr, thank you for sharing your stories. Thank you for reading the stories of your peers. Without you—all of you—Post it Forward would not be the beautiful, caring community it is today.

Though we reblogged a lot of the art that was created this month, we wanted to end on a particular high note and highlight just a few more pieces in a special post.

There was no shortage of inspo:

Originally posted by soymilku

Originally posted by thewinchesters-havethetardis

Some of it was simple, but just as helpful and nice to look at:

Originally posted by postmarq

We’re proud to showcase some valid as heck pets:

Originally posted by erarg

Originally posted by lady-with-a-book

One person, Fatin (@nfzsketchbook), even made a zine about what it’s like to focus on self-care while battling a mental illness:

Originally posted by nfzsketchbook

You can check out her full post—and more pages from her zine—here.

Mental Health Month may have been limited to, well, May, but it doesn’t mean our efforts stop in June. Post it Forward is always here as your hub for sharing stories and finding a support system with others who might be going through the same things you are.  So keep sharing if you can, keep reading, and keep up all of the amazing work we’ve seen so far.  And please always remember, there are resources out there if things ever get too hard. <3

Take care of yourself, Tumblr. You deserve it.

Last time I read Howl's Moving Castle I made a list of all of the things Howl calls Sophie and here they are

Outspoken old woman

Nosy old woman

Dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman

A terror

You overactive old thing

That one-woman force of chaos

Dear Sophie

My good Sophie

Rude as well as a bully

Sophie dear

Dear Sophie

Mrs Nose

Sophie dear

Busy old fool, unruly Sophie

Mrs Nose

Mrs Moralizer

Mrs Longnose

Mrs Snoop

That fool Sophie

bts scenario: dirty talking

thank you for your request! i hope you like it! xx (sorry if it isn’t as detailed as you would have liked, i have exams this week so i’m pretty busy!)

requests: open


jin: jin would press kisses on any and every part of your body he could reach. “does that feel good baby?” he would say as he slipped his fingers inside of you, “you like the feeling of my fingers in your pussy huh? so wet for me…” you’d moan loudly at the feeling and the sound of his words. “i’m gonna make you feel so good baby, fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll be screaming is my name.”

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

yoongi: yoongi had been gone for a little over a month, and you had been missing him in more ways than one. that night when yoongi called you, you moaned into the phone at the sound of his voice. “ah? you miss me don’t you~” he teased to which you just moaned as you continued to touch yourself. “keep touching yourself babygirl, i can hear how wet you are for me, i want you to come with your fingers and pretend they are mine.”

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

hoseok: hoseok would be pounding into you at a fast pace and you would be choking on your moans, and begging for more. “you like that baby? you like the feeling of my thick, hard cock deep inside of you? making you feel so full?” your hands clutched the sheets below you in response to his words, “yes~ please,” you begged for more. “good girl, begging for daddy’s cock.”

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla

namjoon: “beg for me babygirl, beg for my cock,” namjoon would say as he was leaning over you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. “please, daddy, make me cum, i need your cock,” pleased at your words, namjoon would slam into you and start thrusting at a fast pace. “how many times do you think you can cum for me today, princess, two? three?” 

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

jimin: jimin’s head was between your legs, eating you out like a full course meal. you moaned over and over as your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the pleasure you were feeling. “you’re dripping for me baby, so wet,” jimin said as he continued his ministrations, “taste so good, so sweet, cum on my face yeah? then i can fuck you so good baby.”

Originally posted by kpopidolaegyooo

taehyung: it was minutes before taehyung had to go on stage for a concert, and he needed to get off. he pushed you against the nearest wall before ripping of your shorts and panties, you made no move to stop him. “i’m so hard for you baby, gotta fuck the shit out of you before i go on stage yeah? i wanna think about my cum being inside you as i dance around that stage, thinking about round two for tonight.” 

Originally posted by tonight-we-are-fantastic-baby

jungkook: “that’s a good girl, suck my cock. god you’re so good baby, so good for me,” the noises that your mouth made around his cock only made his orgasm that much closer. you pushed his length as far down your throat as it could go, making you gag slightly. “fuck baby, make me cum, i wanna coat your pretty lips in my cum, so pretty.” 

Originally posted by would-you-buy-me-pizza

Please do yourself a favour. Don’t lower your standards to fit in. Don’t shrink who you are to make others feel comfortable. Do find and surround yourself with people who like you just the way you are and who encourage you to keep growing.
—  Kristen Butler

I just realized that no matter how hard you’ve been trying to keep a relationship or even friendship because you thought you could never live without them, it really is not worth it when this person caused you so much pain and the relationship was mostly one-sided and toxic. It’s very important to remind yourself that although you spent a lot of time with them, also had good memories and laughed a lot together, if there’s no or maybe bad communication, lack of trust and no understanding, then it is in fact NOT worth fighting for, believe me. So please love yourself and don’t feel guilty for leaving. You’re not being egoistic, it’s called self-love and your mental health matters

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.



Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.


Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.


Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.




Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.

“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

cant we just agree that every band member is equally important to the band

Words for 2017 from Emily.
1.Believe me, it wasn’t your fault.
2.Time heals, it is not the end of the world.
3.One relapse does not mean you’re the weakest person in the world.
4.Relapses will happen during recovery, still, keep going.
5.Stop trying to change yourself to impress someone else.
6.Don’t live to please the world, please yourself.
7.Sometimes, people do not want help. Don’t murder yourself to the extreme trying to help someone who will legit not accept any help. They’ll find their way.
8.In every negative moment, try to think of the positive aspect.
9.Stop comparing yourself to everyone else, you are your own, you are one.
10.Just because someone else has the same talent, it does not mean you’re not good yourself.
11.If you need help, just ask.
12.Who cares what people think of your problems, if you are in desperate need, like above, ask for some damn help.
13.You don’t have to be pretty/handsome like them, you are pretty/handsome like yourself.
14.Do not say you give up, and expect everything to be better. You have to work hard for what you want.
15.Just because someone else has what you don’t, it does not mean you won’t get it yourself someday.
16.If someone does not see your value, their words don’t mean shit.
17.I don’t think you have a clue how much you mean to someone, don’t think you aren’t wanted nor cared for.
18.You need to learn to love yourself. period.
19. It seems like hell now, but you’re living through it. That is strong, and means you’ll get through it soon.
20. After a breakup does not mean the end of the world, relax. It happened for a reason.
21.That friendship split for a reason, don’t think of the bad, think of the good.
22.Accept the compliments. We genuinely want you to smile. It doesn’t help if you say “I’m not”, we’re saying you are for a reason.
23.If you need to gass yourself up and become conceited for your own reasons, so be it.
24.Your mental illness/disorder does not define you.
25.Stay freakin’ strong.

Michael Jordan would be proud of this Seed Line, you know, because it’s from Typewriter Series #23 and all. At any rate, for any of you out there that feel like they cannot endure any longer: YOU CAN. Please do. Please keep fighting and trying and dragging yourself out of bed if you must. Life gets easier, it gets more beautiful, and all those miracles live right on the other side of ache. I love ya. All of you. Thanks for being so wonderful.