even with blonde hair

oh my fucking god

so my dad is planning a surprise trip to Scotland this summer for himself and my mom, because she loves Scotland and consequently loves the Outlander series

this year they also had their 30th anniversary but idk if that has to do with it at all

and he just came into my room to ask me to take this image

and photoshop my mom’s face onto the woman’s face 

so that it can be part of when he unveils the surprise

F a t h e r  w h y  h a s t  t h o u  f o r s a k e n  m e

anonymous asked:

can u write a poem about liking a boy with blond hair and blue eyes even thought they weren't your favorite before but they are now bc of him

Golden sand
Or the burning sun
Vivid things
Never just one
Oceanic breeze
The feeling at the beach
Staring straight into the sea
Feeling it stare back at me
If you’d asked me, back a month
Or maybe three
I’d never have said
“Blue eyes are the ones for me!”
But I’ve gazed into cobalt water
And I can’t imagine
Gazing into any other

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.