grow old with me the best is yet to be

  hey guys, just thought i’d whip together a list of some of my favourite authors most motivational   quotes. i especially love using these in bullet journal spreads. hope everyone is having a wonderful new year!            


          oscar wilde 

  “we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars” 

  “always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much” 

  “with freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?” 

  “to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance” 

  “be yourself; everyone else is already taken” 

  “to live is the rarest thing in the world. most people exist, that is all” 

  “it is what you read when you don’t have to that determines what you will be when you can’t help it" 

  "you can never be overdressed or overeducated” 

  “yes: i am a dreamer. for a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world”


          fyodor dostoyevsky

   "there is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it" 

  “power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare” 

  “happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it” 

  “the cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month”

  “to live without hope is to cease to live” 


         james joyce 

  “i am tomorrow, or some future day, what i establish today. i am today what i established yesterday or some previous day” 

  “a man of genius makes no mistakes; his errors… are the portals of discovery” 

  “he found in the world without as actual what was in his world within as possible” 

  “life is the great teacher” 


         charles dickens 

  “the sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on” 

  “there are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast”“a loving heart is the truest wisdom” 

  “i ask only to be free. the butterflies are free” 

  “we forge the chains we wear in life” 

  “an idea, like a ghost, must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself” 

  “no one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else” 


         franz kafka 

  “start with what is right, rather than with what is acceptable” 

  “anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old” 

  “logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live” 

  “a book should serve as the axe for the frozen sea within us” 

  “believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made” 

  “my ‘fear’ is my substance, and probably the best part of me” 


         ivan turgenev 

  “we sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars” 

  “if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin” 

  “time sometimes flies like a bird, and sometimes crawls like a worm, but people may be unusually happy when they do not even notice if time has gone quickly or slowly” 

  “don’t be ruled by others; to belong to oneself- the whole savour of life lies in that” 

  “we’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves” 


         george orwell 

  “happiness can exist only in finding acceptance" 

  "the essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection” 

  “freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear” 


         victor hugo 

  “laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face” 

  “music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent” 

  “curiosity is one of the forms of feminine bravery” 

  “to learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark” 

  “to love beauty is to see light” 

  “adversity makes men” 

  “our acts make or mar us, we are the children of our own deeds” 

  “there is nothing like a dream to create the future” 

  “all the forces in the world are not as powerful as an idea whose time has come”

  “perseverance, secret of all triumphs”

And

And your thoughts,
I can read them,
Then commit them,
To a verse

And your heart,
I can touch it,
But not release it,
From it’s curse

And your delicate fingers,
I can grasp them,
Intertwine them tightly,
Together with mine

And your grief,
I can understand it,
But not relieve it,
Just takes time

And your tears,
I can see them,
Kiss them away, taste
of, salty brine

And your pain,
I can feel it,
You can’t conceal it,
Deeply broken heart

And your future,
I can return to you,
Once more believe in me,
That’s a start

And your soul,
I will hold for you,
Until you’re whole again, in
My safe hands

And my love,
We will live again,
You growing old with me,
Best yet to be


—— for JH

anonymous asked:

hey there, how do you usually decide when pitcher plants need to be watered? I had some purple pitcher plants while I was at school, but they ended up turning brown and dying, even though I kept them pretty moist and gave them a couple ants every so often. I don't really understand what I did, but it was the first pitcher plant i had ever kept. also, is there a beginner species you recommend??

the pitcher plant you had was probably sarracenia purpurea (variety venosa), a popular and easy american pitcher plant species!! these plants are native to california, and die back during the winter (or at least slow down their growth significantly)!  (x)

a super easy carni species that i always recommend is Nepenthes × ventrata, a popular and easy asian pitcher plant species that’s most popular for it’s hybrid vigor which allows it to be sold in garden centers to be grown as a houseplant. this is an asian pitcher plant, which is tropical and grows year round. it’s also VERY hardy and will take 90% of your rookie mistakes (believe me mine is like, 3 years old now and has taken soooo much i feel so bad). (x)

Hey You // H.S

Listen here

Hey you
It’s really good to see you
I’ve got so much to tell you
But you should know I’m doing fine

I walked into a very familiar house, that I like to call home. It was the only place I felt safe these days. I walked upstairs to the room sat on the bed that hasn’t been touched in days. “Hello love” Harry said, as he walked out of the bathroom freshly showered. I looked up from the ground I was staring at and smiled at him “Hey baby” he looked so perfect there. It’s the first time I’ve seen him in weeks. I stood up and walked over to him and threw my arms around him.

He always smells so good. That’s something I’ve always asked him. ‘How do you always smell so good?’ he would just laugh at me and say I’m so beautiful. He brought me to the bed and we laid down “I’ve got so much to tell you” I started “you’ve been gone for awhile and a lot of things have happened but you should know I’m doing fine

Never seen you this happy
Never seen you so peaceful
Even though you can’t hold me

I went to see him today, I promised I would see him. I promised I would see him everyday, but as the months went on the busier I got, tears streamed down my face as I layer down in the grass, staring at the sky. “Hey babe, how are you? I miss you, yesterday was your sisters birthday that why I’m a little late to see you. She wanted to see come by the house and see her. I was happy she thought of me.” I wiped the tears from my face “If you were the it would’ve been better. She misses you, your mom misses you, we all miss you. I love you”

I turned my head to see him laying next to me, he looks so happy.

Hurts you, hurts me, but you’re here
When the days are getting dark
Nights are getting hard
I see you

“I love you more than you’ll ever know. I will always love you, it was just my time to go” he whispered turning on his side to face me. “Stop crying, you don’t need to cry. You look best when you smile, I love when you smile. I know it hurts but I need you to go and be free, be the person you are and your time has yet to come babe, you’ll find someone to replace me and you’ll grow old with them. You’ll have kids and then grand children. I need you to go and live I’ll be right by your side.” 

And when I laugh until I cry
I don’t even know why I feel you

I was at a friends birthday party today laughing and having a good time. I met someone today, he was very sweet. His name is James. He reminded me of Harry, not as handsome or charming but he made me smile. I haven’t smiled in a long time. We were sitting in the corner on a couch talking and laughing, I looked around the room as he was talking to me and there was Harry in the corner with a drink in his hand. ‘Hi” he mouthed at me. I smiled and looked back at James and smiled.

James went to fill up my drink in the kitchen, and Harry came to sit by me “I like him, he seems like a good guy. Maybe a keeper” He smiled at me “He’s a lot like you Harry” I said, moving my hand on top of his. 

Final days were the hardest
I didn’t think they would be your last
Hope you know I forgive you

I was on the floor in our bedroom, going through pictures of us from when we first met to the end. “Babe, can I talk to you?” Harry said, closing his laptop and putting it on the side table. I got up from the ground and sat next to him on the bed and laid on his chest. 

“Yes?” 

“It’s time for me to go” he said, he was rubbing my arm, trying to comfort me while slowly tearing me down. “Go where Harry?” I asked him, trying not cry. 

“James and you are getting serious now and I want you to enjoy your time with him and not feel like I’m holding you back. So I am leaving for you to be happy” Tears streaming down both of our faces, knowing this is it.

“You don’t have to leave me Harry, I’m fi-ine with you staying with me” 

“I have to go” he said, giving me a kiss on my lips, little did I know that was the last kiss I got from him .

Give anything to get them back
But know that everything’s okay
I’m doing okay without you
I know you had to go away
I’ll tell you everyday I miss you

Tomorrow is the big day, my wedding with James. It’s been two years since I’ve seen Harry, I’ve visited him many time but I haven’t seen him or held him in a long time. I walked down the grass to his grave and sat down in front of it. 

“Hey Harry, I know you just saw me yesterday” I said “I’m going to get married tomorrow and I’m scared, I am happy with him but when I pictured my weeding day it was with you.” I sat and talked to him for what felt like hours. It started getting dark outside and I knew it was time for me to leave. “I just really miss you Harry, more and more everyday” 

Hey you
I know you always liked to get the last words in
But before you go
You should know
I love you more
I said so

I stood up from where I was sitting and gathered my things to leave. I started slowly walking to my car, before I could even take three steps I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was him. I turned around and saw his face, his hair was longer than last time I him. “I’m happy for you y/n” he smiled “I love you, it your time now to go get old and have children. I hope you have a daughter and name her Darcy for me” tears streamed down my face but for the first time in forever they’re happy tears. “I love you, I’ll see you soon I promise” he said.

“I love you more, I said so” I said and gave him a kiss and hug goodbye.


Hey my fellow followers, I tried to do a one shot based off a song I don’t really know if like it so I’ll probably delete it or try to make it better this was written in about 20 minutes. I’ll either keep it up or delete it and retry sometime in the future. Your thoughts on this would help me a lot. Thank you for reading 

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Hi I’m Charlie.
There is something about this set of photos that makes me question my turning point. I went from a girl with nothing, no friends, a lack of happiness and hated everything about myself. I didn’t have the best happy childhood ever despite my loving family. Growing up I was repeatedly asked the same question “what do you want to be when you are older” my very simple but complicated answer was “happy, I want to be happy” and thinking about that now makes me sad. Now as a 16 year old I’m happy I’ve achieved the person I’ve always wanted to be yet this hasn’t limited that. I have friends, a best friend even. I’ve made the most wonderful friends on here especially ( @phansterdam thank you lovely) and I’m who I want to be. I have a voice an education an mind that is full of wonder waiting to be discovered. I’m proud of myself for this journey. So thank you 💕

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I love you, Jack. No… don’t say your goodbyes, Rose. Don’t you give up. Not yet, do you understand me? I’m so cold. You’re going to get out of this…you’re going to go on and you’re going to make babies and watch them grow and you’re going to die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here…Not this night. Do you understand me? I can’t feel my body. Rose, listen to me. Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I’m thankful, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honour…promise me you will survive…. that you will never give up.. .no matter what happens… no matter how hopeless… promise me now, and never let go of that promise. I promise. Never let go. I promise. I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.

oikawaii  asked:

Hey Ki! Hmmm how about some Otayuri in coordination with my URL lol ;3 I hope that you're doing well and that you have a lovely day! ^^ ♡

omg gabby!! thank you so much love hope you’re doing well yourself!!! hehe it’s my first time trying otayuri

  • majority of their early relationship is just Yuratchka having the biggest festering crush for an oblivious Otabek
  • when Otabek finally asked Yuri on a date for the first time, Yuri got so red and quiet from instantly combusting that Otabek thought he was angry
  • of course Yuri said yes in the end (“no, i’m not upset… yesi’llgooutwithyou”)
  • they don’t get together until Yuri’s 17
  • Otabek is a gentleman the first time he kissed yuri he asked for permission first. Yuri was too stunned to reply so he kissed Otabek to make up for it //laughs
  • they’re adorable their favourite thing to do is go to arcades and carnivals because Yuri loves them
  • the first time they play DDR Yuri falls in love with Otabek and how his body moves when he dances
  • Yuri is a dead man after that
  • they also enjoy racing games at arcades and water gun shooting at carnivals
  • Otabek always gives the stuffed animals he wins to Yuri
  • the only one he kept was of a tiger (that reminded him of Yuri)
  • he respects Yuuri and Viktor and treats them as he would Yuratchka’s parents
  • he finds it endearing how Yuri has a soft spot for them both even though he may be too tsudere to admit it 
  • but he also tries his best to avoid Viktor while alone because Viktor asks the most embarrassing of questions (”have you and Yurio done it yet?” “I wonder what kind of cute face Yurio makes when he comes, but alone you know that!”
  • shudders
  • Otabek also gets along really well with Yuri’s grandfather!! they’re both the quiet type and they enjoy playing chess together!
  • i see these headcanons as a timeline at this point Yuri is 20 but Otayuri will definitely grow old together and no one can convince me otherwise

send me a character/pairing & i’ll tell you some headcanons!!

When I sat in the theater on July 15th and saw this magical little blonde introduce herself for the first time, I had no idea that she was going to change my life. I had no idea that she was going to help me see and embrace the parts of myself I had been most ashamed of. I had no idea that she was going to help me feel more comfortable in my skin than I had ever felt in 27 years of living.

I already wrote about how Kate has helped me finally feel at peace with the sad, quiet part of myself. This post is about how Kate helped me embrace the fact that I am, and always have been, a lesbian.

Growing up in a religious environment, as a child I thought “lesbian” was an adult sin I Didn’t Yet Understand. I didn’t know “lesbian” was being a 9 year old wanting to give a 12 year old a Valentine’s Day card because she was the most beautiful and captivating girl I’d ever met.

I thought “lesbian” was the slur that ruined Janice’s life in Mean Girls. I didn’t know “lesbian” was feeling pure bliss when my high school best friend would braid daisies into my hair.

I thought “lesbian” was two drunk girls pawing at each other while their boyfriends watched and another boy filmed it. I didn’t know “lesbian” was feeling my heart flutter every time I saw my college best friend, and wanting more than anything in the world to make her laugh.

I thought “lesbian” was a type of porn, a subcategory of “kinky”. I didn’t know “lesbian” was holding hands and suddenly, finally, feeling at home.

I thought “lesbian” meant seeing every woman as a piece of meat. I didn’t know “lesbian” could mean platonic physical intimacy, hugging a friend when she needs it because she’s a wonderful human and you’re a wonderful human and you care for each other as friends do.

In the last 2 months, I’ve cried and grown a lot. I’m still learning how to comfortably say the word “lesbian” out loud. To paraphrase Amy Poehler, I’m still unlearning a lot of what I’ve been taught to feel ashamed of. And in this journey, Jillian Holtzmann and Kate McKinnon are the role models I need. When I joke with my coworkers about being a “walking lesbian stereotype” (to see how they respond to the word) and my coworker looks at me and says “But you’re NOT, RIGHT?” and the only word that can escape my lips is “right.” When I come out to a friend and she seems cool with it but doesn’t ever hug me again. In these moments, Kate and Jillian are the role models who remind me there is nothing dirty or perverted or wrong with being a lesbian. I am not dirty. I am not perverted. There is nothing wrong with me.

Thank you, Kate, from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for being out. Thank you for being proud. Thank you for showing the world that lesbianism is as simple and pure and innocent as love is. Thank you for reminding me that lesbianism is about love.

Samuel McAllister: Men Only

My dreams are now surrounding men. All the women have disappeared. I think this is a normal process. After all, I have suppressed my homosexuality by convincing myself to be straight for more than 36 years of my life. Oh, what I fool I was. I feel more alive than ever. It’s like I have been reborn. Yet, I’m regretting not realizing my foolishness sooner. I have no problem anymore to say ‘I am gay’. It’s so natural now.

However, it’s not like I have started despising women. I still find some of them beautiful. It’s just that they don’t turn me on anymore. I get horny when I see a muscular men, especially, dressed in leather or rubber.

I’ve lost so many years living a lie. But it’s not too late. I have already found the man I want to grow old with. Each day my feelings for him are growing. And the best thing is he loves me, too. He wants me to call him by his name because he now sees me as his partner.

But what about my wife? I fear that she won’t accept me as who I am and that she will take my children away from me. Despite having come to terms with my homosexuality it doesn’t change the love I have for my children.

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I guess  the best part about being born with magic in the middle of the Great Purge  is that I  never get the chance to  grow attached to anyone enough to mourn their certain death.

The druids call me Emrys, yet i don’t remember what my parents named me, nor do i remember my birthday or how old i am supposed to be.

Sometiemes i wonder if I even exist.

Who am I?

What is my purpose?

Why do they hate us so much?

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First part! ahhh i just have so many ideas! i am a slowpoke drawing tho, hope to get more panels done soon!

anonymous asked:

I feel like being trans has stolen away my youth. I never got to experience regular teen boy things bc I was always grouped with girls. Hanging out with boys resulted in intense jealousy. I couldn't hang out with girls because it often made me dysphoric. Ive never dated and I doubt I ever will. I have no pictures of myself I can show people from when I was younger. I hate the idea of growing old, and yet im going to have to spend my whole life that way.

Zak: I hear what you’re saying and you’re definitely not alone in feeling this way. There is, however, a need to let go of the things we can’t change- and the past certainly falls into that category. Even though many of us were told that childhood, adolescence, and/or young adulthood were supposed to be the “best years of our lives,” they very much often are not. For many people, those periods are actually the WORST of their lives. It can be difficult to get over those things, because obviously we carry our past with us and it impacts the way we behave and feel about ourselves. Without practice dating, it can feel awkward or even impossible to know how to interact romantically with people and certainly may sap your confidence. I don’t know the answer to how to move past that, but I do know that even though the reason you missed out on dating and socializing as a teen is fairly unique to being trans, your experience is not. There are many people for a whole host of reasons who do not have the typical teen experience. I don’t know how old you are, but I think there is likely still time to start over and give yourself the life experiences you want to have (friendship, romance, etc.) even if it does fit into what might be expected or typical. 

It might also help you to talk to other trans people about their experiences with this, to know that you are not alone but also to see how others have handled these sorts of feelings. Of course, there is an immense amount of variation. Just to take the example of pictures of yourself when you were younger- I know trans people who happily share pictures of themselves when they were kids online and others who feel they cannot share any at all and hate looking at those pictures. I’ve personally dealt with this sort of thing by finding a couple of pictures of myself as an infant that are suitably gender neutral, but I get that it can be very difficult to feel a lack of continuity in one’s life, looking back at childhood pictures and feeling dysphoria or other negative feelings. Other people are able to tell stories about their lives to themselves and others that fit a narrative that is culturally acceptable and understood. For trans people, our life stories are sensationalized, unintelligible, or unacceptable. I’m not sure how to deal with that or what kind of advice to give because I think so many people deal with it in different ways. It is something that it sounds like you need to work out to move on and be happy. Like I said, I’d recommend talking to other trans people, and if possible an understanding and supportive therapist as well. This isn’t easy and I don’t really have an easy answer, but I do hope you’re able to find happiness despite these feelings of having been cheated. 

Ten Moments | 1

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

Prologue

MOMENT ONE

Word Count: 4,489

Genre & Warnings: Fluff, Some swearing because I’m all about that potty mouth life. No smut as of yet. This chapter is pretty tame. Don’t know how crazy other chapters are going to get. I’m letting this story tell itself as I go along. 

Notes: I just needed some fluff in my life. And Yoongi fluff at that. I wrote, deleted, and rewrote this chapter like six times. Nothing was coming out right. While I wanted this to stay fairly angst free for now, I don’t want to close it to future story developments. This chapter is me finally just saying fuck it, writing for five hours straight, and posting whatever happened. I hope you enjoy.


Ten moments. There were ten moments that led to me loving Min Yoongi more than life itself.”

And what better place to start than in the beginning…


“That smile of yours says you did something awful and you’re enjoying it.”

I observe my life long best friend and roommate suspiciously. She’s got that smile that I absolutely hated. The one that’s sassy and quirks off to one side. The one that she wore when she convinced me to use my next door neighbors hot tub, thinking they were out of town for a couple more days. They weren’t. I had to clean it once a week for that entire summer so they wouldn’t make a big deal with my parents. That smile also made an appearance while were were in middle school, when she told me that rubbing vicks vaporub on my boobs would make them grow faster. All it did was make all the boys run away from me because I smelled “Like a Grandma.” Basically, I didn’t trust that smile. 

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I’m a good artist. I know I am. Not that best, still learning and growing, but I’m at least comfortable admitting that all my hard work over the years has paid off. But that doesn’t stop me from doubting my talents and coming up with excuse after excuse for not applying for college (:

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Through ‘Smoke and Fire’: The Inspiration Behind Sabrina Carpenter’s New Song

To see more from Sabrina, check out @sabrinacarpenter on Instagram. For more music stories, head to @music.

Sabrina Carpenter (@sabrinacarpenter) picked up a microphone long before she stood in front of a camera. “Music is me,” she says. “Acting is anybody else in the world that I’m playing.”

The 16-year-old singer, best known as Maya Hart on the Disney Channel’s Girl Meets World, first discovered her now concurrent loves of music and performance while growing up in Pennsylvania, in a town “where there are cows in the middle of the road,” she says. The two careers have since kept her busy. She is currently set to begin her third season on Girl Meets World at the same time she releases her as-yet-titled second album.

After her first record, Eyes Wide Open, dropped in 2015, Sabrina found herself back in the studio with an excess of new experiences under her belt that she was ready to share. The first one, which turned into the single “Smoke and Fire,” was about a breakup with her boyfriend, which had happened five days earlier.

“I hadn’t written for, I want to say, eight months since the first album released, and I just had a lot of stories building up,” she says. “I kind of write wherever I go. So even when I’m not in a professional session, I’m always writing down things in my phone and in my notes on stuff that inspired me and stuff that I see in everyday life.”

For the music video to “Smoke and Fire,” Sabrina wanted to tell a story. But she was surprised when director Jessie Hill presented her with a ballet-related concept. “The song is called ‘Smoke and Fire,’ so I was expecting to be, like, burning stuff up,” she says. However, she soon warmed up to the idea of a less fiery narrative. “We went with this innocent love story almost being told through a memory, and then the reality of where it’s at now. It’s kind of a video that shows you that you’re really not alone. And the song does that same thing.”

Though acting is still a big part of Sabrina’s life, music remains her first passion. It’s a place she can share messages with her audience in different, more personal ways. “I think music is universal. It can relate to everybody, every type of human. And there’s no law [or] books that say what type of music you have to listen to. It’s just whatever you want. And I think that’s why I’ve always been drawn to it, because it’s just been something that can be mine personally, but also everybody else’s at the same time.”

––Instagram @music

I love you, Jack. Don’t you do that, don’t say your goodbyes. Not yet, do you understand me? I’m so cold. Listen, Rose. You’re gonna get out of here, you’re gonna go on and you’re gonna make lots of babies, and you’re gonna watch them grow. You’re gonna die an old… an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me? I can’t feel my body. Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose. I’m thankful. You must do me this honour. Promise me you’ll survive. That you won’t give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise. I promise. Never let go. I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go.