girls wit

i just witnessed this girl come into the gym, take selfies in the mirror for like 5 minutes, walk on the treadmill for a minute, and then leave shshdjdhsjd like…. honestly?? me flexing for the gram

I never really thought that friend break-ups were a thing. Yeah I’ve heard people say ‘we used to be friends’ or ‘we don’t talk anymore’ but I’ve never actually pondered the ending of a friendship.

I’ve witnessed girls going through breakups, and they always talk about the same things. The way one person stops showing interest,
how they talk less, fight about stupid things, stop feeling the spark. I’ve never felt that before. Never watched a person gradually lose interest in me, text me less, stop wanting to spend every second with me.

Never until now. And god, it f*cking hurts.

Who would have thought my first heartbreak would come from my longest standing friendship? But that’s the way life works, isn’t it? You watch the one good thing you have slowly slip away until you aren’t even sure why but suddenly it’s almost out of your grasp and there’s nothing you can do but wait.

So you feel yourself waiting. Waiting for the texts to stop all together, waiting for the hangouts to become a thing of the past. Waiting for that final blow. But nothing could hurt more than the realisation that there will be no 'final blow’. Because it’s already over. And you’re not exactly sure when, or how, but you know if you stop trying now then everything will cease.

And who can you blame but yourself? And do you know what the worst part is? You can’t even be mad at the other person, because what have they done except lose interest in you? It sucks when all you want is to be by their side, to call them and text them and see them everyday, but they’re done with you. And how can you be any more than you are now, I guess you’ll just never be enough.

So you’re left mourning the end of a friendship, without even truly understanding what’s been lost.

And now your heart is f**king broken but who would even understand because are friend break-ups even a f*cking thing?

anonymous asked:

i hate rosita she's so extra this season :(

yeah, she is.

but then so was daryl back in season 2, after learning of sophia’s fate. he said incredibly cruel things to carol, as if his pain was so much greater than hers, and he was awfully rude to lori, dale and pretty much everyone else.

then in season 4, after hershel was killed, he acted like his grief and guilt were all that mattered, he kept giving beth – a teenage girl who’d just witnessed her father’s beheading – the silent treatment and then got drunk and acted like a total asshole, even physically dragging her out of the cabin at one point.

funnily enough, i don’t recall the fandom ever calling him out on any of these.

look, rosita is struggling right now and pushing people away is the most common, basic defense mechanism. rosita is actually canonically suicidal – she wishes she’d died instead of abraham and glenn because she feels like she’s no use to the group and they were. i’m not sure why she feels that way but if i were to guess i’d say abe dumping her the way he did did a number on her self-confidence. but of course she could just be dealing with survivor guilt, aggravated by the fact that she and abraham weren’t on good terms when he was murdered.

either way, rosita’s mission this season is to avenge abe’s and glenn’s deaths. she doesn’t care how and she doesn’t care what happens to her. it’s a very dangerous mindset, but she’s coping with her grief the only way she knows how. mind you, she still cares about the group – they’re her family and she would gladly die for any of them – but the events of 7x01 have made her bitter and reckless.

Let’s talk about The Hate U Give.

Folks, if you love YA you need to go out and buy this book ASAP. I’m really, really excited about it. I think that this book, written by Angie Thomas (who you should probably be following on Twitter, by the by), is about to become the new classic of YA lit. Here are just a few of the reasons why:

- It’s kinda longish (over 400 pages) but still a really quick read because you’ll be so invested, a sign Angie Thomas is really doing something right

- It’s going to become a movie starring Amandla Stenberg, the absolute treasure of a person who played Rue in the Hunger Games

- The subject matter is just really important. This is a book born from the Black Lives Matter movement, and it’s stunning. I don’t want to spoil the plot too much, but it’s about a girl named Starr who witnesses an act of police brutality and needs to come to terms with the complicated decision of speaking up.

Please go read this book. More importantly, please go buy this book, or if you can’t, borrow it from your local library - the more a title is taken out, the more the library system will buy. It’s important to show that we want books with diverse stories, and that we’ll put our money where our mouths are.

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“I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’“

I just witnessed a girl trying to get rid of a mansplainer. She tried to say: “I don’t get it.” to make him go away but it only made him mansplain the idea more and more.

So just in case, here’s my tip what to say: “That’s not very interesting.”

So far that’s been a good way to get them to back off. You might hurt their feelings but who cares. They’re the ones bothering you, you don’t owe them a thing!

And like… mostly, they are not very interesting.

Please? I Can’t.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (x Pippa Soo ?)

Warning: Mentions of dead soulmate, but that’s about it. 

Prompt: Soulmate AU - You have a tattoo of the first words they say to you. Here’s the catch, you met your soulmate while you’re still in a relationship with someone else. 

Word Count: 2,352

Note: I made this back in February but I never posted it bc i’m not ?? good ?? at writing but anyway, here it is. Will post part 2 soon. Also! Reader here is bisexual, just a heads up. All comments are appreciated! Enjoy reading!

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Third.

Third time you had to witnessed a girl meeting her soulmate today and all you can do is give out a loud audible sigh. Your eyes continued to linger on the couple as the brunette woman cried before cradling the other girl’s face with her hand. Your gaze shifted to their wrists, squinting to see the words etched on the brunette’s skin.

– I’ll have a large coffee and a cinnamon roll, please. –

You chuckle at the line as you tended to your own cup of coffee. A hand suddenly waved in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Were you listening to anything I said?” Renee asked, slightly irritated.

You look down. “You were saying something about crappy local government?”

“That was ten minutes ago, Y/N. Jeez, you can’t even spare me an hour for my political rant.”

You held up your hands in surrender, your gaze shifting towards the couple. “In my defense, I just got distracted. That’s all.”

Renee chortled, rolling her eyes. She grabbed your face, forcing you to stare at her.

“You are literally the most hopeless romantic I have ever met.”


You escaped from her grasp. “You can’t blame me! There are couples everywhere and it’s almost Valentine’s Day,”

“And?”

“And thing aren’t going well, you know.” You mumbled at the end.

“What did I tell you, Y/N? You shouldn’t force these things. Your tattoo is romantic enough, don’t stress out too much.”

Right, the tattoo.

No one knows where it began or where exactly it came from but that’s how things came around today. You’ve heard about it from your parents, from your teachers back in elementary school, and even in the local library where Jasmine worked in.

It was all everyone could ever talk about nowadays. The days of chancing romance ended and the age of determined soulmates began.

You just have to remember one thing; the words etched on your skin are the first words your soulmate will ever say to you.

You glance at your own wrist, rereading the words you have never heard from anyone:

– Dainty fingers. I’m going to guess. Pianist? –

“It seems pretty damn beautiful if you ask me,” Renee said as you smiled down to your wrist. “Unlike my ever-so-wonderful tattoo.” She brought her wrist to your face and you laughed as you reread the words:

– This is the last roll of tissue paper and I am taking it. –

You rolled your eyes. “Beautiful, sure. Yet everyone found their soulmate but me. Heck, you found yours.”

“So? It doesn’t mean ‘he’ wouldn’t come soon.”

“Or she.” You say, giving her a cheeky grin.

She gasped with an amused smile on her face. “My, my, Y/N. I never suspected that.”

You chuckle. “Who knows? I am dating a girl right now.”

Renee’s eyes widened. “You’re what?”

You nodded nonchalantly. “Remember, Pippa? Phillipa Soo?”

“Yeah, I remember her. From the play we watched a month ago, right?”

“That’s her. I’m dating her now. What’s so shocking about that? You know I’m attracted to girls too.”

“That’s not the shocking part. It’s the fact that you’re dating someone who’s not your soulmate. What are you doing, Y/N?”

You took a sip from your coffee, shrugging your shoulders. “I got tired of waiting.”

“That’s it?”

You sighed as you placed your mug on the table. “Listen, I don’t even get why we have these pre-determined people we’re required to love. Why can’t I choose who to fall in love with?”

“Y/N..” You continued to talk.

“Why does it have to be based from some tattoo we’re born with? Can’t I be the one to make that decision?”

She looked down. “You know I can’t answer that for you. But, it’s still going to be different if you are with the person you are really meant to be with.”

“Renee, it’s not that-”

“Can you tell me right now that things are doing well between you and Pippa?” Her words shut you up.

“Things are just okay. That’s the problem, I guess. It’s just okay.”

“It is a problem. You can’t settle for just some shallow love. How do you think this is affecting her?”

“Her original soulmate died,” Another fact in this world – once your soulmate dies, you can’t replace them. You are left alone to look for someone else.

“To her, this is everything.”

“But to you, it isn’t. You can’t force her to be the one and she can’t force you to be her-”

“Can we just not talk about it?” You interrupt her, getting tired of all this talk.

She nodded, letting the silence fill between the two of you before speaking up again.

Renee dipped a biscuit into the coffee. “I still bet it’s going to be a ‘he’ for you.”

“Oh my god, Renee.”

“What? More than often, you fawn over guys more than you do with girls. Especially those into theater and arts.”

“So?”

“And you told me yourself before that you’re more inclined to men. Remember when we watched Singing In The Rain?” She laughed at the memory.

“What can I say? Gene Kelly stole my heart.” You giggle, clutching your chest.

Laughter filled the space between you two. She faced you. “Be patient, Y/N. Your soulmate will come.”

Your smile faltered and you rubbed your face with your palm, reiterating what you said earlier. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“He or she might be just right around a corner.”

Before you could even reply to her, a loud bunch entered the cafe, laughing away.

One of them nudged his head towards the table beside yours, all five of them settling down on the seats.

Their loud laughter immediately started to irritate you. You stood up and just before you could ask Renee to move to another table, her phone rang.

“I have to take this. I’ll be back.” She spoke, quickly making her way out of the cafe.

You sighed as you plop back down to your seat. With no one to talk to, you couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation among the men beside you.

—–

“With huge hands like that, playing the bass guitar wouldn’t be so hard.”

“Goddammit, Lac. You have to stop him. Seriously.”

The curly-haired man just chuckled, patting the other man’s back.

“I’m sorry, Daveed. I really do need a new bassist and well, Lin just wants to help.”

Daveed rolled his eyes, glaring at Lin.

“The one day we agreed on to have a reunion and you decided to bombard me with this. Just because you’ve got a new Lafayette and Jefferson.”

Lin laughed at his friend. “Technically, we aren’t complete yet. Leslie is on his way.”

Daveed sighed. “Man, I love you but please. Bother someone else.”

Lin raises his palms. “Your hangover must be so bad.”

“Very.” Daveed says, burying his face in his palms. Everyone in the group chuckled at him.

A tan boy with light brown hair stood up. “Okay, Lin. Since you’re so great, what can I play?” He said, squishing his palms towards Lin’s face.

“Calloused fingertips. Probably guitar. You seem like a guitar guy, Anthony.”

The boy, Anthony, let out a low whistle. “Pretty stereotypical but I’ll take it. How about Oak?”

A muscled man raises his palms. Lin stared closely. “With those palms, drums. Definitely drums.”

Lac looked at Lin, eyeing him up and down. “I’m still confused as to why you do this hobby of yours.”

Lin chuckled. “Come on, I can find musicians just by looking at their hands.” He says jokingly, leaning back into his seat.

—–

Suddenly curious, your eyes shifted to your own hands. The man beside you cleared his throat.

You turn your head up, only to see Lin staring at you and your raised palms.

You quickly dropped your hands, wrapping your fingers around the mug of coffee set in front of you.

You face front, trying to ignore him as if you weren’t listening in to their conversation.

“Miss. Hey, miss.” You close your eyes as you silently wished for Renee to come back from her phone call.

The man from the other table wouldn’t stop grabbing your attention until one of his friends tapped your shoulder.

You faced him. “Hi, I’m Anthony,” He extended his hand for you to shake.

“And I’m Y/N.” You say slowly, still hearing the other man’s attempts in calling for you.

“Introduction’s out of the way, good. Now moving on. Lin, that man right there,” He spoke, pointing towards the man calling for you. “Will not stop until you talk to him.”

You sigh. “He wouldn’t?”

“Not a chance.”

You let another sigh as Anthony started pointing at the other man with his eyes. Slowly, you faced Lin. You gave him a short wave, with the mug still tight around your other hand.

Lin smiled at you as he quickly pointed to you then towards your palms. With a loud voice, he spoke.

Dainty fingers. I’m going to guess. Pianist?

You let out a gasp. Your hands covered your mouth, letting the mug fall to the ground in pieces. As tears flooded your vision, you take a quick glance to your wrist.

He said it. The words that have long been etched onto your skin, he spoke them. You’ve been waiting for so long to the point that you have given up on the idea of ever meeting your soulmate.

Your teary eyes watched as Lin jumped from his seat and made his way towards you.

He kneeled down to pick up the pieces of ceramic on the floor. “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to scare you there. Was it something I said?”

You stared at the man by your feet as you mumbled something.

He looked up to you, watching as tears continue to well up your eyes. “What did you say? I didn’t catch that.” You let out a shaky breathe.

Writer, actually.

You watched as his own eyes widened, tears glossing over his brown orbs as he looked at his wrist. “It’s you,”

He stood up. “I’m Lin.” Words couldn’t explain how happy he was to hear the words that appeared on his skin since he was born, to find the one his heart has longed for.

“I’m Y/N.” You slowly extended your hand for him to shake.

You suddenly found yourself smiling at him with him reciprocating with a grin. He reached for your hand. With this, your mind snapped back to Pippa. As his hand brushed against your fingertips, you retracted your hand. His face contorted with confusion and the next thing you knew, you ran off.

At this point, everything was just happening all at once. Tears started falling from your face as you passed by Angelica, Lin running behind you, Angelica and Lin’s friends watching from the cafe.

It was when you reached an an empty alley when you stopped running, listening to your own sobs and the sound of the busy streets bouncing off the walls.

Why did you have to be with someone else? You were angry. You were angry at the fact that you didn’t wait longer, that you became impatient a bit too soon, that you felt goosebumps at the feel of his fingertips against your hand, that you felt a zap in your stomach, and that the zap you felt made you feel safe, that it made you feel at ease.

“Y/N! Please! Listen to me, where are you?” You heard him shout, the sound of speedy footsteps following suit.

You had nowhere to run to anymore, your back against the wall of the alley. You closed your eyes and prayed to the heavens that he wouldn’t find you. You didn’t want to complicate things. You prayed that soon, you can just be with Pippa and forget that you ever met Lin.

The footsteps started getting louder and all you could do was close your eyes.

In just a few seconds, he was in front of you with his hands on either side of your body.

“Y/N, I’m begging you. Please open your eyes and talk to me.” He spoke with a shaky breathe.

You slowly opened your eyes, your cheek facing him as you refused to face Lin.

“Fine, I’ll talk.” He sighed.

“I know this is scary. I’ve been waiting for a long time too and I have been on the brink of giving up, believe me. But, it’s okay now. I’m here. You’re here. We can stop waiting.”

I gave up.”

“What?” He said, sadness looped around his voice.

You winced. “I-I thought I wouldn’t meet you. I gave up. I started dating someone else.”

“Is it not possible for you to just break-”

“I can’t just do that, Lin. What I have with this other person, it’s important to her. I can’t just drop her like that.” Tears started to form again.

You feel his fingers grabbing your chin, making you face him. His breathing turned shaky as his teeth captured his bottom lip in attempt to keep his tears from falling.

“I see.” You place your hand against his face, closing your eyes.

Your heart fell when he nuzzled his cheek against your palm. This felt like home. For once in your life, you finally knew how it felt to be with someone you’re meant to be with.

You tried to think about Pippa but quickly after that, your mind started to drift back to the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, Lin.”

“I’m not asking you to break up with her all of a sudden, I’m asking for you to give me a chance. I know this is scary but give me the opportunity to make you fall for me,”

“Lin, I-”

“I will treat you well. We can drink coffee together, watch movies, read books, we can do anything that you want. Just please.”

You had to admit to yourself, that’s what you wanted. But still, you couldn’t just drop Pippa so suddenly. You promised her. 

“I can’t.” You started to retract your hand from his face but Lin held placed his palm over yours, holding tightly onto your fingers.

“Why not?” He choked out.

“If I do,” You look up to meet his eyes.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you in an instant.”