hold head up high

“Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you’re trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you’re afraid of what the dreams might bring. Run, even when it feels like you can’t run any more.And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience—you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don’t live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.”

My neck really hurts from holding my head up but I’m really high so that’s probably what’s really happening? But being high doesn’t make things hurt? Was I at a weird angle and didn’t notice cause I’m high? Ugh.

anonymous asked:

yes everyone was nice and I work at the cashier ppl were nice when they noticed I was new ;-:💖 ( a lot of people flirted with me fbjfnfhg I got flustered) and no need to slash anyone's tires ... yet ty ty ily ily 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

YET! okay but you let me know. :) I am so glad they were nice to you. Remember, if anyone is rude to you, it’s their problem and not yours. People are gonna come in with bad attitudes and they might take it out on you. So just hold your head up high and don’t let them get to you. Proud of you, bby! <3


I didn’t realize how frustrating trying to take a picture in the mirror with a camera is 🙃 But today I figured out there’s a girl in my classes who’s been spreading rumors about me and also making fun of the way I look… It hurts a lot because she was actually a close friend… so I just want to encourage all the girls and guys out there that you are beautiful no matter what anyone else says. Even if it’s your best friends. Hold your head up high and don’t let a single word they say get to you. I love you guys 😊

buckysbears  asked:

ALSO BC THERE ISNT ENOUGH FITZMAY, fitzmay + professor and student au

  • A little bit of her is embarrassed for being one of the oldest students in the class, but she holds her head up high and marches right in.
  • Oh god, the professor looks like he’s a kid. She can’t do this.
  • but she wants that diploma so badly.
  • (for the first time she’s looking forward instead of backwards)
  • the first day he tries to call her Melinda and she glares at him (she glares at everyone but this is directed right towards him).
  • “May.”
  • “Excuse me?”
  • “Not Melinda. May.”
  • He narrows his eyes and cocks his head to the side before he smiles and nods. “And I’m Fitz.”
  • she likes him.
  • He’s a kid but he knows what he’s teaching, and when it starts to get a little challenging she doesn’t hesitate to ask him for help
  • they have lunch together wednesdays and fridays and he helps her with her homework.
  • she even meets his wife, Jemma, and likes her too. Really likes her, in fact.
  • (they’ve gotten lunch and dinner and brunch a couple of times as well.)
  • and in May when May receives that diploma, turning out towards the crowd, Fitz and Jemma are in the front row, standing and clapping.
  • Fitz has tears in his eyes.
  • (She smiles.)
What Love Should and Shouldn’t Do

Love shouldn’t hurt.
Love shouldn’t keep you awake at night,
With an aching heart,
And a tear-stained pillow.
Love shouldn’t make your hands write
Sad words, filling up the pages with all the things
You know you’ll never tell them.

Love should make you feel weightless.
That you’re high up on cloud nine, knowing you’ll come down from it,
And fully prepared to do so.
Love should make your hands write sweet nothings,
And your cheeks blush as you let them read those filled up pages.

Love should not fill you with regret.
Love should help hold your head up high,
With butterflies in your stomach,
And a gut instinct that tells you
Everything will be okay.
Not with one that tells you
To run.

anonymous asked:

Hello love, never forget to hold your head up high. Follow your dreams and spread the love. You can do whatever you can as long as you believe in yourself. I love you. x

ahhh this is such a lovely message thank you <3 

anonymous asked:

Hello love, never forget to hold your head up high. Follow your dreams and spread the love. You can do whatever you can as long as you believe in yourself. I love you. x

Thank you so much, lovely! You do the same xx. 

anonymous asked:

Hello love, never forget to hold your head up high. Follow your dreams and spread the love. You can do whatever you can as long as you believe in yourself. I love you. x

Thank you, my lovely. This is very sweet. xx

Day 19! SAY IT LOUD! I AM BLACK AND I AM PROUD! Today is one of the hardest salutations for me. I am saluting ALL BLACK MEN AND WOMEN IN THE MILITARY! I do not understand serving a country that initially did not view me as an entire person. Putting my life on the line to still be treated as three fifths of a person…even in 2017! Represent a country that would want to see me blown to pieces instead of prosper in my God given rights! Showing honor to a country that purposely separated my family in slavery and even now…continues to do so…through mass incarceration. I do not understand it but what I do know is my sisters and brothers in the military deserve my salute more than any other military servicemen! I honor you, I admire your courage, and I pray for you! The struggle is so real…even today…yet you hold your heads up high and serve with pride! Where would we be without you? Where would this country be without your bravery?! Thank you for being on the front lines and for continuing to represent us…even when some of us at home just do not understand. Keeping pressing on! 🙌🏽 #thankyou #blackmilitaryservicemenandwomen #mayGodprotectyou #thankyoutothefamilieswhoservewiththem #militaryfamilylifeisnoteasy #jesusbeafence

martinfreetheman  asked:

rainstorms, dragons and lace (also the link to your askbox is still @ itsalwaysdarkst so it's not working right away, just thought i'd let you know!)

rainstorms - what helps you fall asleep?

i love this question so much……i have this habit of moving one of my ankles in circles (kinda slowly like i’m stretching) to help me relax, usually it takes me seconds to fall asleep when i start doing that. don’t ask, i’m weird. otherwise i listen to my ‘soft acoustic’ playlist or any white noise playlist i have like the sound of waves or rain! and also, it’s kinda embarrassing (or cute depends who you ask) but i rub the soft blanket i sleep with against my nose…

dragons - what makes you feel powerful, what breathes life into you?

(YOUR QUESTIONS ARE THE BEST SUZ FIGHT ME) hmmmmm. #what makes me feel powerful: holding my head up high when i’m walking (new thing for me), listening to music with a nice beat, the sound of my doc martens hitting the ground, running, standing up for people or myself (doesn’t happen as often as i wish it would but i’m working on it). #what breathes life into me: observing the ebb and flow of waves, standing at the top of a mountain, good music, a pretty sky, good company, the thrill of crushing on someone, the sound of girls laughing, self-care rituals, concerts.

lace - your favourite things to wear?

my black doc martens, my denim jacket, nice lingerie, rings, oversized t-shirts, my new boyfriend jeans, beanies (i’m gay, you got the point)

also SHIT i totally forgot about fixing the code, thanks so much for telling me!!!

Dear Mitya,

I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you take my most sincere apology? I’d stretch these arms just to hold you tight, but even I know that I still messed up. There’s so much more out there. There’s a million new things to learn within a day. You’re an artist, right? You’re into the night, right? You love red, right? There’s so much more than love. There’s so much more than just us. I’m a little caught up with myself lately. Won’t you hold your head high for us? I’d stretch this heart an extra mile just to hear you laugh a little louder, just to see you smile a little bigger, and just to tell you that you’re more than enough for anyone to love. There’s better people out there for you to meet. There’s better people out there for you to fall in love with, but you still chose me. You’re a painting, right? You’re made from watercolors, right? A burgundy rose waiting to be dipped into the horizon– you’re a sunrise waiting to happen. We’re a little caught up in the fleeting moments of just more than another us. We’re a little too good to be true, so it comes with a price. We’re alike, so I know what’s best for us. We’ve got plenty of time to explore each other, so we should analyze our reality. Long distance relationships are a test that we shouldn’t be taking– not in our current conditions at least. I’m a little distressed about myself. You’re still figuring out the world and who you are as a soul that loves to strum your guitar with just more than notes. Failed relationships are like dull pencils that we’ll want to sharpen every second– you were never boring, you were interesting to the shoreline and back. That’s the thing, isn’t it? I would give you the world if I knew how to. I would give you a meaningful promise if I knew how to. I could love you for an eternity composed of my heart twisted into your chest if I knew how handle my emotions well.  I’m still lost at sea with crew members composed of younger versions of myself.  Love is such a simple word. Four letters and the crowd cheers. Three words and there’s world peace. Afraid to open up and longing to be more of myself– I had to tell you every truth about who I am to myself and who I am to you. We’re always spinning ourselves to bed, we were smiling and hoping. You’re so much like me that it’s scary. They say that opposites attract, so how do we explain this? I guess we’re stuck in a fairy tale again and this is just another page. You’re a chapter that I can’t flip past, you’re a positive thing in my life and I don’t think I’m ready to accept that. I’ve got much to learn and maybe this was just a part of it. I’m a little caught up and into you– and this is the part where I have to pick what’s best for us. And the fact that you’re just like me… means that you already get it. You’re already in my head and you’ve made yourself comfy. So I guess an I love you will never start to sound like an apology between us.

“I love you” 

— This is for you and only you, @redxpranger

qceenbambi  asked:

“You think it’s important that I lost my shirt?! You think it’s important?! I’LL TELL YOU WHAT’S IMPORTANT!!! CALLIOU CAN’T FUCKIN’ TIE HIS SHOES!!!”

@qceenbambi drunk. always drunk.

      He’s about to try to deny the importance – but shit he’s realizing very quickly that she’s RIGHT. That and they shouldn’t have eaten those mushrooms. Those weren’t Earth mushrooms. What the fuck is in Fillorian mushrooms?

             “ Fuck – ok WAIT who the fuck is going to teach Calliou to tie his FUCKING shoes???? ” He’s already fallen to the floor, the throne not exactly holding his high ass up. His head hits the gold seat, eyes turning to his friend. Eliot’s going to come in here and he’s going to ream them both a new one but for now he’s going to enjoy pretending to be a child again.

                             “ And….you have more shirts. Right? Oh fuck. You don’t have more shirts do you. What happened to them? ” He’s pushed his head off of the throne, sitting up tall and reaching loudly to try to climb back to stand. Nope. His ass hits the floor again. “ Did something eat all of your shirts???? ”