hey if somebody could send me just like £3 or something on paypal (firstname.lastname@example.org) so i could get lunch today that would be amazing and super appreciated
it my birthday in four days and student loan day very early in april so i will be fine after that, and people helped me out at the start of this month also so i have been Doing Pretty Great up to now but. i dont have much for the next few days and it is an intense few days lmao
i can do you an art in return or even just like, fuckin pay you back on student loan day i dont mind
“Mommy, mommy!” Alaina shouts from the middle of the soccer field. “Look!” My eyes shift away from Mr. Avery and land on my daughter, who’s pointing madly to a little girl next to her. “Julia’s on my team! I know her!”
“Are you sure he’ll like this, April?” you asked your friend and coworker.
“Yes,” she grumbled. “Ben is the biggest nerd in the whole world, he’ll love to be with his own people.”
“It’s not too forward is it?” you asked skeptically.
“I mean you wanna sleep with him anyways s-”
“Okay, okay, it’s not too forward. He’ll love it and you and you’ll get married and have little nerd babies.”
“Ben! Hey,” you said nervously.
“April said you wanted to see me?”
“Uh, yeah, I just wanted to give you your birthday present. I know it’s a couple of days early, but I wanted you to have it as soon as possible.”
“Aw, Y/N, you didn’t have to get my anything. I mean we’ve only been dating for a month.”
Yeah, you thought, but you wanted your relationship to last much longer than that. Especially since you were so much younger than Ben, you wanted to make sure he was still interested in you.
“Oh my god. Is this, really?” Ben said shocked as he opened his gift. He pulled out two passes to The Pawnee Comic Con. “I didn’t even know that Pawnee had a Comic Con!”
Just them, Leslie Knope walked by and interrupted.
“Yes, our comic con is quite impressive!” she said. Always bragging about Pawnee. “This year there’s gonna be a cosplay contest!”
Ben looked at you and enveloped you in a hug and kissed your cheek.
“Thank you so much, Y/N! But who will I go with?”
“Seriously? The only person who might love Game of Thrones more than you is me!” you laughed.
“But, I really wanna enter that cosplay contest,” he whined.
“Well, it’s a good thing I’ve been working on my Daenerys Targaryen cosplay for two weeks now.”
“Does this mean?”
“Yes. You can dress up as Ned Stark.”
The day of the Pawnee Comic Con was fast approaching and you and Ben had decided to meet there, so you could impress each other with your costumes.
You had to admit, you looked quite fabulous. You had dressed in Khaleesi’s dress from the season one wedding. If this whole present didn’t make Ben love you, this dress certainly would.
“Y/N. Oh my god.”
You turned around a found Ben standing in front of you. Well, Ben in an incredibly accurate Ned Stark costume.
“My lord,” you said with a bow. Ben giggled and bowed to you as well.
“My lady,” he said, barely holding back a grin.
“Do I look alright?” you asked self consciously.
“Babe, you look amazing.”
You smiled and took his outstretched hand. You walked around the con together, fangirling (yes, even on Ben’s part) at everything you saw. Including, convincing Ben out of some ridiculous purchases. Ben was convincing you to leave the artist gallery as you were both leaving to get something to eat.
“Did you have a good time?” you asked awkwardly.
“Yes. Oh my god, thank you so much, Y/N. This is the best birthday present I have ever received!”
“Good. I just wanted you to know how much I love you and I thought this would be a good way.”
“Hey, you know I love you, too, right? This was amazing, but it wouldn’t of been as amazing had I not been with you,
Yer Jalan Atthirari Anni.” You broke out into a grin.
“You’re a dork.”
“But I’m your dork,” he replied, pulling you close to him, closing the gap between the two of you.
So, as most of you know, I’m in school for my BA in psychology, and I take 8-week terms back-to-back (meaning I’m in finals every 2 months).
I severely miscalculated the workload that would come out of those birthday sales, and while I could continue grinding any other week, this week 30%+ of my grades are due at the absolute latest on Sunday night (April 30) in the form of massive finals… that I’ve barely even begun for all the portraits. Hehe. This is totally my mistake; I should’ve expected the popularity of the portraits and better gauged my labor time estimates considering the current work-school-life balance. I miscalculated both the time investment of the order volume and the time investment my courses required, and now I’ve dropped the ball in both arenas. I need to recover it.
In order to get finals in, I need to go ahead and pause on deliveries for a couple extra days. Deliveries will resume Monday May 1 (something like 6 of you are still left on my list for order date March 29, 4 of whom are painted; 2 of you are left from March 30 and 4 from April 2). I’ll be personally emailing this info to all affected.
Again, this is completely my mistake, and I look forward to delivering more after finals are in. Will be in touch shortly.
Summary: If his only choice is to let little sister Momo plan his birthday party or whatever, then Shintaro will accept his fate gracefully and try his hardest not to cry while they’re still supposedly celebrating.
Other notes: happy birthday to my Son and the love of my life kisaragi shintaro gives him a fond noogie its a little bit late and all but hey at least i wrote something laughs nervously albeit it being kind of poopy and all
//no filter selfie for once, I think I look aight//also, look at my dimple//
Alright, I’m going to try to do this post again. I made one a while ago, but because I don’t want to look for it, I’m remaking it—hopefully better, and less..awkward..sounding.
Hey, followers, my name is Sarah (this is helpful info if you’ve not read my bio/description thing). I am fourteen years old, there’s just so much I can’t do, and I can’t wait to move out some day and call my own shots. In three months (and nine days, exactly (September 22nd)), I will be fifteen and I won’t know who I’m supposed to be. Some general information about me is: I’m 5'7, maybe 5'8, I don’t remember anymore, I just know I’m sort of tall for my age. I am blonde and I have blue eyes (if you can’t tell from my photo). I’m not the skinniest person, but I’m not..too overweight, either.
I was born in Louisiana, and spent the first seven years and three months there. I was seven weeks premature, as my mom started having certain issues that would have killed her if I was left inside her—so I wasn’t exactly ‘birthed,’ I was technically removed. I’m an only child. I grew up in a pretty house and I had space to run. I went to a public school that required a uniform. A uniform that I actually didn’t mind. Maybe it was the plaid (fun fact about me: I am in love with anything plaid, usually). Anyways, I had good friends, I had A+ grades. I didn’t have any issues in school, really.
My mom worked at Walmart, some days were long hours. My dad was a truck driver. I was with the babysitter often enough to remember her. I hardly saw my dad, and when I did, he was watching NASCAR, or drinking.. Some days we’d go out in our boat, just chill in the water, and sometimes we’d fish. I loved it, I loved anything outside. My dad made me a homemade swing on a branch on a tree in our yard. He also made me a homemade now and some arrows… When I was little, I liked my dad. I only liked him, because I didn’t know half of his story..he was an alcoholic. He was in jail on and off… He wasn’t the only alcoholic in my family though… My mom’s twin sister and brother (I don’t refer to them as 'aunt’ and 'uncle’ unless I absolutely need to) were and are alcoholics as well. My mom’s brother was in a car accident, and was sent to jail for DUI. My mom’s sister would drink and call us. We never answered the phone, and she would leave nasty messages..threatening things.. My mom and I would have to leave because I was afraid in case her sister came over…
In October, I believe, of 2006, my dad found out he had cancer, lung cancer. I don’t know much about it, I was six. But I do remember something about it spreading a little bit. February 24th, 2007, my mom and I wanted to take a break, she had been busy, busy, busy, taking care of my dad, so she called some family members, and my mom and I went out to eat, to treat ourselves. We ate, and came back home to find out my dad had just died/was dying (I don’t remember). I did not cry. My mom had to go through my dad’s car when he died, and a few years later, I found out that he had been having affairs with my babysitter, with random 20-something’s in bars. My mom and I know that, because he had them pose for photos. I’ve hated my dad and my ex-babysitter since. If my dad were alive today, I know I would want nothing to do with him.
In December of 2007, my mom and I moved to Michigan—home of the rest of my family. In Michigan, I started a new school. I started the second half of second grade after Christmas break. I made friends, but not many. Only a select few liked me, I didn’t know why most of my class hates me.. My grandmother passed, and then my other grandmother passed. I started hearing Our Song and Teardrops On My Guitar on the radio, and I fell in love with them. In third grade at this same school, I was talking to one of my friends about my clothing.. My mom only had one job here, and it wasn’t..much. We sometimes could hardly afford paper plates—we reused our paper plates until the end of the day. So, I was bigger than the average child, I’ve never been an athletic person, either, so I was chubby. I didn’t have “cute” clothing, and I was talking to one of my friends and said something along the lines of “I don’t care what I wear..” And these two popular girls turned around, gave me a onceover, laughed, and said “Clearly.” I had heard snarky comments about me, ugly, fat, etc., but I never understood them until I was older. They stuck in my mind, but I never.. The words never clicked. In my class, we also had a silly recess game of “American Idol,” and two of my friends cornered me in the bathroom, and said “Hey, I’m gonna be part of the game, wanna help me decide on a song?” One of them had Taylor Swift’s (the album) lyric booklet and the other had Fearless’s lyric booklet in their hands. I don’t remember what songs they sang, but that’s what made me realize that the songs I’d heard on the radio, were by this curly-haired, blonde teenage girl.
In fourth grade, I started getting left out, I started getting insulted more… Soon, I became a person who would break down crying in a corner of the classroom…
Fifth grade started a new chapter for me—I transferred schools, again. This time, I was at a public charter school. I was back to a uniform. Fifth grade was a blur of a year, I was quiet and befriended my classmates… I didn’t have a computer for school projects, so I would borrow my neighbors computer. While working on schoolwork, I would go to YouTube and listen to Taylor Swift’s music. I would watch any of her music videos. Soon, I got Taylor Swift and Fearless, and then Speak Now when it was released. Sixth grade, was also a blur, it was just me getting through and making more friends. My mom then got a second job, she was working two jobs to support us.
Seventh grade…hah, seventh grade was hell. This story will be for another day, but it was..it was middle school drama, amped up. It was horrible, I broke down so many times, I started hating myself, I never told anyone but a few people. The only highlight of that year was Red being released. Even then, I was picked on because I always had one of Taylor’s lyric booklets with me. Eighth grade went by better, I was down to about three friends, and way less drama. Little did I know, it would be the last year at that school.
Ninth grade started last September. I went to the public charter school for the first two weeks, and I ended up transferring to an online school. I was SO much happier, I was tired of being surrounded by people who started to hate me. I was tired of being called a snob, a brat, a bitch, etc., I’m not mean, I only defend myself.
I was beyond stoked to hear about 1989 being released. I had my birthday happen, and I got some money. I managed to keep 20 dollars for a month and six days (which is actually a bit surprising) and I begged my mom to take me to Target for the deluxe version (we never shop at Target). I was so happy, I am so happy.
Taylor’s music has always been here for me. From Tied Together With A Smile when I hated myself, to Fearless when I felt good about myself. I went from crying to All Too Well, to screaming the lyrics to Long Live. I fell in love with 1989 when I first heard it, and I entered myself into that original sweepstake that came with the deluxe CD (I’m not sure if it came with the normal versions) and I didn’t win, of course, haha. I’ve never been to any of Taylor’s shows and I don’t see myself going to any anytime soon, tickets are too expensive; plus, Taylor has already been in Michigan and the closest show is Chicago, but even if tickets were affordable, I would be skipping my best friend’s birthday. I don’t even have any merchandise…aside from a red Red bracelet.
In March of this year, I felt lonely and decided to join tumblr. I didn’t have ANY friends who liked Taylor’s music, not even my mom likes her music, so I decided “hey, you know what, I’ll do this, maybe I’ll make some friends,” so I followed Taylor, and started following fans’ blogs. On April 15th, Taylor made my year, she followed me. I’ve been told it’s almost like a record—getting a follow from her in a little over a month. I don’t think I actually tried very much to get her attention, I think I tagged her for a few things and that’s it. On May fifth, Taylor liked two of my posts—well, reblogs, and I didn’t even find out until three days later (Taylor Swiftie is Shifty). So, in total, Taylor has noticed me three times, and I am beyond ecstatic that she actually..has acknowledged who I am.
Taylor Alison Swift, if you are reading this, I just want to say, I love you to the moon and back. You’re probably so used to these posts, but I honestly just.. You’re my idol. You’re my hero. I aspire to be like you, kind to everyone, and caring and funny and amazing and I want to have the confidence you have. I want you to know that I will stand by you forever, I will proudly be a Swiftie. I will support you and stand up for you. As long as you are happy, I will be happy. I wish I could meet you, but I can only hope at the moment. It could happen in the future, and if it does, I will be so happy. My mom still works two jobs, and I plan on graduating a semester early. Instead of June of 2018, I will be graduating in January of 2018, and for once I’m sort of proud of myself.
I don’t hate myself anymore, I don’t find myself as ugly as I found myself before. I’m still “fat” but not.. I’m not fat-fat, if that makes sense. I should be able to accept myself for myself, and I am. Taylor Swift loves me..not specifically me, but she loves her fans and that’s enough for me.
From Taylor Swift to Fearless to Speak Now to Red, and now to 1989, I will always be here. I will always love you. taylorswift
Hey guys so my 17th birthday is in just under 2 months ( April 1st) and what I want more than anything is to
Hey taylorswift to notice me. She’s my role model and if she acknowledges me it would be the best birthday present ever! So if you could just reblog this and tell your friends to it would be amazing 😍😊💕
Thanks so much,
Hey taylorswift ! This Tuesday (April 7th) is my 23rd birthday! This is the first birthday that I have ever felt nervous about. It’s starting to hit me that I am becoming a real adult now and this is the time in my life things are starting to change. I am going to be going to grad school in a few months to get my masters in special education. I will be looking for teaching jobs here on Long Island and also in other states. Moving to another state will require me to be away from my family and I don’t know if I can do that for the rest of my life! Being away from them for 4 years of college took a lot of courage for me! I need to start paying off my student loans in June along with other bills and I don’t know how I am going to make ends meet. Also, I feel like I should have a serious boyfriend right now to discuss the future with, but I’m 23 and still so nervous to even talk to cute guys, let alone have a serious boyfriend. What if I never meet anyone? What if I never get married and have kids? This is all really hard for me to think about especially because I have an anxiety disorder and going through all these changes and not knowing what the future holds makes me worried.
For my birthday, I would love to know how you have dealt with growing up? Were you afraid? How were you able to keep calm with all the changes that have happened in your life? What is some advice I should take with me in the future? I’m sorry for writing and asking all of this but it’s because I feel like you are truly and old friend to me that has been with me since I was in high school. Your music, concerts, and interviews have gotten me though high school, college, and now you are still with me as I am entering my adult life. You are a constant in my life and that will never change.
Thanks for everything you do Taylor and for truly being a friend to every one of your fans. For my 23rd birthday I will dance to 1989 (even though I do this often) and surround myself with family and friends as I enter this new and scary time in my life. PS- I am also said that I wont be feelin’ 22. PPS- Let’s celebrate when you come back to NY. See you at Metlife and Gillette :)