do the world a favour

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Interviewer: Normally, when a guy of your age starts acting there has to be gossip about them and at least one of their heroines. Is it because you’re already married that there isn’t any gossip about you?
Dulquer:  My ultimate girl is Amaal. I don’t know exactly why… I love her a lot… it’s been that way even before we got married. Even now, I think she’s prettier than any other girl I’ve seen. So I don’t think I’ll be distracted. I’m very much in love with her. 

This has been a Mrs. Amaal Nizam Salmaan appreciation post. Also happy birthday to her :)

I’ve always said words hurt more than actions, and they do. Because if you say things you prove you don’t mean, those are lies. And lying to somebody, especially about their insecurities, is just cruel. Words hurt.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m staying.”
“I’ll never hurt you.”
“You’re not crazy.”
“You’re worth it.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“I love you”
Well, I’ve got a word for you, too.
“Bullshit”
You proved it. You’ve been proving it. You keep proving it.
Bullshit.
Lies.
There’s a difference between faults and insecurities. Faults are the things you can apologise for and move on from. They are hard to recognise, and hard to correct, but they’re not what kill you; insecurities kill you. Insecurities are those things that, unlike faults, you can’t get over. They’re the things you spend every night crying over, cutting over, and losing sleep over. And while they’re the worst thing that’s ever happened to you, they’re also the best. For it is when you find all your insecurities bared and yourself vulnerable that you figure out who your true friends are. They’re the people that look at your insecurities, accept them, and accommodate them. They don’t laugh at them, or tell you they’re too much to deal with.
There is no love truer than vulnerable love, and no action more loving than the accepting of another person’s insecurities.
If somebody ever trusts you enough to reveal their insecurities to you, and I cannot stress this enough, stay. It’s really a very simple thing to do, and it will mean so much to them. Because you can deal with it. Because they are worth it. Because it will help you. Because if you don’t, every insecurity a person has will be multiplied tenfold, and never again will they believe they are worth more than their insecurities.
You left me.
Everybody leaves me.

anonymous asked:

TAKE DOWN THAT FOXY AND CHICA ART IT BELONGS TO MY FRIEND AND SHES CRYING COS ITS ON HERE. SHE SPENT HOURS ON THAT AND IT ISNT EVEN URS 2 USE SO TAKE IT DOWN AND DO THE WORLD A FAVOUR AND SHUT UR BLOG. I USED TO LIKE IT BUT NOW ITS JUST HURTIN PEOPLE

-Mod H

EDIT: First of all, you didn’t give a post number.

Second of all, we don’t take down posts for people who talk shit behind our backs, but you, you talked shit in front of us.

Third of all, you told us to take down our blog.

Sorry. :C

-Mod TQA

To the assholes sending anon hate

Do the world a big favour and go roll off a cliff.

I’m looking at the one who is sending those brainless, unwanted messages to my dear friend. I don’t pray, I don’t wish, but I curse that one day, something from you get stolen. Something that you put time and effort into creating.

Because why not? This is the internet, as you said.

shootmedxwn asked:

🔪 okay but what if hypothetically Ebony would press Yamato against his throat

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A gasp, an attempt to protest and a completely puzzled gaze in his eyes were Vergil’s first reaction at the sight of what - or better still who - was right in front of him. Ebony was holding his katana, his precious Yamato, free from its finely decorated scabbard; the blade shining gently in the faint light of the corridor that connected the living room to the entrance hall, its sharpness so clear and obvious by simply looking at it. With a quick gesture the girl pushed him with his back against a wall, and the weapon was placed right onto his neck - touching the skin, caressing his throat with its silent promise of death

Ebony’s face was determined to say the least. She looked angry, maybe even somehow scared by what she wanted to do, and overall ready to twist her wrist just enough to slice the throat of the man standing in front of her, confused and surprised to the point that he had even forgotten to get angry. “Ebony…?! What are you…?”. “Shut up!”, she roared, her hand shaking a little. That sword had to be quite heavy for her, but after all she was used to holding a gun… She didn’t seem completely uncomfortable with a blade in her hand, though. Perhaps it wasn’t the first time she was using such a weapon. 

“You used me”, she hissed, but somehow softly. She was hurt, offended, shocked. “You lied to me. Every single word. I mean nothing to you, you are just using me to get to Dante! Don’t— Don’t even try to deny it!”. The pressure of the blade against his throat increased, making him choke a gasp. She was ready to kill him, it was obvious. How could she even understand his real intentions? Maybe all that time she was forced to spend by herself had given her a way to finally open her eyes on the truth… and she didn’t like it. 

“Ebony, please, let me explain— Put my sword down, and we can talk…”. He wasn’t scared… not really. He knew he could use his own words to calm her down and to make her drop the weapon, but he was nervous anyway. That sword… it was one of the few weapons that could actually kill him, and he didn’t want to risk his life for this. It was going to be hard, but he would convince her to calm down. It was his specialty. Her weapon was the sharpest thing in the world, but he had diplomacy by his side. He would win. 

anonymous asked:

Youre an ugly slut lol. I cant believe you'd actually put your own photo on tumblr As if anyone wants to see your face You need to just kill yourself, do the world a favour, you oxygen thief #unfollows xo

Ah yes, my monthly anon hate has arrived

(You must be Canadian because you spelled favor weird)