how can i explain in words


Words can’t explain how much I love and adore you, from the first time I saw you up to now my love for you grew even more. You’ve been through a lot in your age, but you defy everything and follow your dreams. You are a very talented woman, a wise person, a beauty with elegance and so much more but what truly shine above all this is your genuine heart and your kindness. Keep on dreaming, keep on defying the odds, keep on achieving your goals, remember that we are always here supporting, loving and believing in you. ONCE <3 MINA ONCE <3 TWICE 

Thank you all for your concern and kind words last night and today. It’s a very difficult moment in my life right now and I can’t ever explain how much you are all helping me. Your genuine care is helping
Night In The Woods - YouTube
Jacksepticeye's Let's Play series of Night in the Woods

Okay. So. Wow. There are no words I can use to explain how much this game touched me, but I’m gonna try. As someone who has been through… a lot of hard stuff, there is so much in this that resonated with me. not only the dissociation but also the family problems and lack of their understanding, having to leave college early due to your body’s disfunction, family financial troubles due to having left school early, no one really understanding the weird things you are going through, having left all of your friends, not really knowing your place when you come back home, the feeling of isolation, the lack of meaning and attachment, etc. The detachment descriptions in the game are often so accurate in showing the experiences. 

@therealjacksepticeye gives dissociation/ depersonalization/ derealization a platform for people to learn about it, and how he addresses it as the real illness that it is just meant so much to me. Usually when I try to explain it to doctors, friends, and family, they don’t understand (or even try to understand) what I am saying or how much it affects me, often even getting irritated or mad at me when I am heavily affected by these problems, but he did understand. He seemed to really realize how hard it is to operate normally in the world when experiencing these problems and didn’t joke about it or ignore it. 

I hope that all my friends watch his playthrough because so much of Mae’s inner dialogue, interactions, and struggles are things that I have experienced and am currently dealing with right now (just with the addition of multiple bodily systems also going haywire). Hell, (semi-spoilers), there have been times when I was literally carried by friends because I couldn’t walk and then they all looked after me and stayed with me, just like Mae’s friends did for her. 

All of this on top of the fact that my semi-secret nickname of choice (or at least the nickname I call myself in my head when I’m just being me and doing things I want or feel like doing) is Mae. I even started a youtube channel under the name Maewingit (cus I’m Mae and the way I go about my life is just by winging it [and I even often say “eh, I just may wing it”]) after being inspired by @therealjacksepticeye​.  Making the videos for it were put on hold due to health problems (being in the hospital and such really makes it difficult to make let’s plays) but still. [Note: this is not meant to be a self-plug. I’m just saying how special it was for it to feel like he was addressing ME personally since its my “name.”]

WOW that was something of a tangent. 

There’s so much more I want to say about this game and how @therealjacksepticeye​ made me feel understood. He really paused at some parts and said some things that I’ve always hoped people would say to me, and since he was saying them to “Mae,” it was like he was saying them to me. His playthrough made me laugh, cry, made my chest hurt from the reality of some of it, but ultimately I think helped me be more okay with myself and my struggles with constant dissociation. A little bit of the weight on my chest from dealing and trying to repress the reality of my dissociation (as ironic as that sounds) has been lifted. For that, I will always be grateful (and will probably rewatch the series a few times). 

I would like to rhyme again,
What happened to that?
When I’d just decide to start typing,
And hopefully something would get my fingers flying.
It doesn’t have to be spectacular,
Most of my works are widely molecular;
I can even add the word helicopter,
Just for fun.
I’ll explain the joys of going for a run.
Except, I don’t participate in that,
Otherwise it turns into a conundrum.
I’ll date back to the concerts of my early age music playing.
Never mind, it’s never the best idea to think back,
Memories of the past cause the bridges in my overlapping thoughts to start quaking.
How about, the dreams of a humble future,
With a perfect companion.
Hm… dog or cat?
Tough call, I might have to go with the one that catches a ball.
Lost in what to write?
Look at the current surroundings.
Hair color, electronics, birthday balloon still floating around after a month,
Everything can be turned into a metaphor;
Even the travels through a spindle of intestine in that of a carnivore.
Just don’t let your kind steer to the wrong side where potholes are inevitable.
Recently, giving myself a break over rules is favorable.
Words are very powerful,
Especially when you understand them.
Personally, being an animal,
Self-judgement is downright the effect of comparison.
Don’t leak into those greedy devils drainage system,
I came here to write in rhythm,
Desperate to remove myself from the eternal problem.
—  JRZ

anonymous asked:

See, what I don't get is that you don't consider yourselves equipped to deal with adult sexual topics (cause you're a minor, yeah?), yet still consider yourself equipped to lecture others on what their words mean - and how they should use them - despite being a minor. Can you explain your reasoning?

See, what I don’t get is that you’re being weirdly sexual when it’s stated in the rules and on the blog on multiple times not to do that (cuz you’re most likely the anon that sent that last ask, yeah?), yet still still get weirdly confrontational when I tried to nicely educate you on literal derogatory slurs - and how anyone who can do a quick search can find themselves - despite being the one who was wrong to begin with. Can you explain your reasoning? 

-Mod Peridot

There’s no words which can explain how sad I am. I’m sadness, I’m the wave of pain, a tired old soul, a dreamer who constantly lives in memories, a painful disaster- it hurts more than these words. I just can’t explain how broken I am…
—  Veronica B.

“Look,” she said as she pointed to the kites flying high in the sky, “beautiful, is it not?”

He looked up from his reading and the sight of the kites decorating the sky took his breath away.

“Somehow, they are like us, like you and I.” He said eventually.

“How so?”

Feeling the weight of her head on his shoulder, he began to explain,

“The kite is like you and the flyer; me. The string represents our bond. We may seem far from each other at sight, but we never go astray. If you happen to get stuck along the way, I will do all I can to bring you back to the sky.”

He paused for a short while to plant a kiss on her head,

“Because the higher you fly, the bigger my victory will be.“

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #126 // The Kite And Its Flyer

Considering all the trauma blogs I follow, 99% of the time I see the word triggered on my blog it’s in the context of explaining why ‘triggered’ jokes are a pile of bullshit. We’ve already stopped using it.

How else do we explain why sometimes the sound of a car can make our heart stop, or why someone raising their voice can make us bee-line for the closest exit? “It got to me,” we say. “It reminded me of something,” we say. I was uncomfortable, it was weird, I don’t know what happened, don’t worry about it. “I’m fine,” we say. I’m fine now.

I say “triggered,” and react shame. I use a good word to describe the intimacy of how I hurt and why, a word that says it all without having to re-open the wound, air the dirty laundry, whatever, and now when I say, “That’s triggering,” all I can think is: I really am a walking cliche aren’t I? But that’s false, the whole thing. If someone hears me say triggered and can’t sidestep the trend of dismissing those who’ve lived through trauma, then it’s not my problem to worry about, it’s theirs.

Believe it or not, I’m pretty done carrying shame that doesn’t belong to me. I’m triggered like a gun, like an earthquake, a fucking seismic event, and that’s just nature, not something to be apologized for.

Piccadilly Sherlock

[UPDATE: This information is not longer valid. See this post.]

This post explains how when you reshare an article about the lights in Piccadilly Circus being turned off, it turns into a “Miss Me” advertisement:

 turns into this:

when you share it on social media.

I was skeptical of this at first, especially since I couldn’t get it to work on my Facebook account. But I’m a nerd, dammit, so:

I checked the source code. The Moriarty image is there.

Don’t take my word for it; here’s how you can find it, too.

You’ll get a page that looks like this:

  • Scroll to the top of the left-hand window, where it says <! DOCTYPE html>.
  • Near the top (third or fourth line), you’ll see a line that begins <head prefix=“og…
  • There’s an arrow to the left of that line. Click on the arrow until it points down:
  • Now, use Ctrl + F to search for
  • It’s in the middle of many images showing the top Piccadilly Circus photo.

Paste that URL into a new tab:

It’s real.

Listen, folks, this isn’t tin foil hattery anymore. This is science.

Note: In case you were wondering, the “Miss me” image does not appear elsewhere in the article about the use of the Piccadilly lights, including the photos of previous Piccadilly advertisements.

@the-7-percent-solution @inevitably-johnlocked @marcespot @kimbiablue @jenna221b @warmth-and-constancy


#Can we talk about this? #This scene takes my breath away. #Every time i see it my whole body shakes and my tears start coming out of my eyes. #She has just remembered the love of her life. #She has just remembered how scared she was when she knew he was going to be taken and she couldn’t do anything for him. #She wasn’t able to say a word. She wasn’t able to do anything to stop the ghost riders and help Stiles. #She was too scared to lose him. #And all of those feelings came back to her. #And she feels guilty about it, because she knows now she could have stopped them from taking Stiles, but she didn’t do anything. #She lost him and she never get to say him how she feels. #She never got to say him she loves her back.

I have one last request for you, as you continue on your path of life: don’t fall in love with a writer. Please, don’t let them torment themselves at 2am thinking of how to describe the expression on your face at the first snow of the season. Whatever you do, don’t let them get distracted in the middle of the day because they’re trying to write up the perfect reply to your vague text. If you can ever control it, please don’t make them stay awake hours on end trying to hand-write you a letter to explain how they feel, when vocal words just aren’t enough. If at all possible, don’t tell them you love them, as they’ll think of a thousand and one ways to tell it back to you. I’m asking you this because it happened. To me. From you. And it sucked all the life out of me. Not in the sense that I didn’t write. But in the sense that all I did was write. Poems, stories, small journal entries. And it didn’t hit me until I heard your voice across that little coffee shop that my poem was about you. I realized you were the soft melody flowing through my head that I couldn’t get out, much like a favorite song. You were the glimmer of hope in the darkness of the night when my thoughts consumed me and I wrote until my hand hurt and my paper stained with tears. You were all of those, and so much more. So I ask that you please spare another writer’s heart, not to keep them from inspiration, but to keep them from hurting the way I did.
—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1169 
It’s been a year since and a half since I came to Korea and in that time I’ve met many amazing people. EXO’s Lay hyung is a representative of those people. He is a great dancer and singer, but other than thatLay hyung has his own charm that can not be explained through words. I also want to have my very own charm one day.
Tattoo (M) | 01

PT. 1

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Mino & Hyuna)

Summary: After walking in on your boyfriend having sex with your friend, you want nothing more than to erase that stupid tattoo of his name on your body.

Word Count: 5,888

Genre: Smut

A/N: Inspired by Tattoo – ELO ft. Jay Park

“(Y/N)! Wait! I can explain!”

“Oh really? Then explain why the hell both you and my best friend are naked, with your dick in her mouth?” To no surprise, he couldn’t answer that. You stared straight at him and although you felt the urge to just collapse right then and there, you withheld yourself from doing so. This relationship was going to end tonight and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of showing him how absolutely broken you felt inside. “What? Suddenly you can’t speak now? Cause I’m pretty sure you’re capable of talking as you were just moaning her name a few moments ago.”

“(Y/N), please just let me explain. We were drunk and I-I thought she was you! I was thinking about you the entire time,” he tried to reason and you couldn’t help but snort at the ridiculous excuse he tried to come up with.

“The last time I checked, my name is not Hyuna, the name you were moaning. If you’re going to come up with a lame ass excuse like that, you should try harder. We’re done Song Mino,” you retorted and just as you were about to turn around, he grips onto your upper arm, pulling you back to face him. You were surprised just as he was, when you used the momentum of him spinning you back around to land a slap onto his left cheek, although you were glad you did. The stinging pain in your hand satisfied you because if your hand was ringing with pain right now, so was his face. “Don’t you dare fucking touch me again you horny cheating bastard.”

It was either the slap or the way you said those last few words, whichever it was, it left him staring at you with his mouth agape. As you walked away, you clenched your first, digging your fingernails into the palm of your hands to numb the pain. You weren’t so sure if you were trying to numb the pain in your hand from the slap, or the pain in your heart.

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Concise Advice To Husbands

A short reminder to brothers inshaaAllaah

1. Be Her Comforter

Know that a woman cries when she has no words to explain how she feels. Husbands, this is the time when she needs a hug (a non-sexual hug). A soft hug, wiping away her tears with your hands, and a little kiss on the forehead will help her a lot.

2. Be A Good Listener

Women need a man who can be her shoulder to lean on. Simply listen to her while she stumbles over her words while explaining her worries without necessarily providing instant solutions.

Sometimes they just need to tell you something without actually getting an instant solution. Be a good listener and learn to show an interest in what she’s saying.

The last thing you want is for her to be speaking to you while your mind is elsewhere, and then to have her ask you whether you’re paying attention to her or not. This will hurt her as she will think you do not pay any interest in her. A woman wants her husband to be her best friend who she can speak to.

3. Never Walk Out Of An Argument

If the two of you argue, then never walk out of an argument leaving her crying, as this shows you have no concern for her feelings. Instead, be by her side, show her you care for her by taking her feeling into consideration (this is done by apologizing, not storming out of the house, and not behaving in a way that shows you do not care for her views or what she has to say). Acknowledge your mistake, and this will make it easy for her to acknowledge her mistake. A real man is he who can humble himself when he is angry.

Even if she was the root of the problem, still apologize for your error, even though you believe it was a triggered by her actions. If you do this, she will see how much you really care for her and how much you wish to rectify the problem. The more you love someone the more quicker you are to rush to apologizing and fixing the matter.

Women always give up their rights to keep the marriage intact, now it’s your turn. Show her how much the marriage means to you.

Ship Shenanagans

The party is on a ship currently and mostly waiting around unless they are needed to defend it so are trying to find ways to entertain themselves in the meantime.

First Day

Flork (Barbarian) OOC: I’d like to see if I can figure out how to make my crossbow shoot a javelin.

DM(me): Roll intelligence

Flork: 4

DM: You start trying to modify it. And you heard the spring snap.

Second Day

Flork OOC: I would now like to try to figure out a way to attach a javelin to my ax.

DM: Roll intelligence

Flork: 6

Violet (Alchemist) OOC: Can I explain physics to him?

DM: Sure, make a persuasion check.

Violet: 17, so 16 total.

DM: It takes some time, and she uses small words, but eventually you come to understand that doing so would break one or both of the weapons, and would be ineffective in battle.

Lexatie (Rogue) OOC: I’d like to see if there is anyone in the crew that I can have fun with.

I start looking through my notes on the crew.

DM: Aside from you and the alchemist, there are no women, so in considering that what are you–I forgot there is a dog on the ship.

Lexatie OOC: nevermind. I’ll play with the dog. What’s its name?

DM: Do you ask someone?

Lexatie OOC: I’ll ask Flork to ask it.

(The only time before this he used speak with animals was with a squirrel and was hilarious because of the stupid voice I had used.)

Violet OOC: Could you use that on a dolphin?

DM: You’d have to get one first, but you can certainly try.

It will be twelve days total before they get back on land. Knowing this group, there are more to come.

I don’t know why, but whenever my friends would ask me if I love you, I get lost in track as if my mind had stopped functioning for a moment. Lumps form in my throat and it feels as if the air has escaped my lungs as I try my hardest to find the right words because I don’t want my answer to be just “yes”. I want them to know that my mornings aren’t bright without hearing your voice. I want them to know how I find it hard to breathe whenever you’re sad. How do I tell them that you’re the reason why I’d choose to stay awake instead of slumber, that even if I haven’t slept a wink I can still manage to do things as if I have slept for more than 8 hours? How do I explain to them that in between the sighs and exhales, you exist? That I don’t want you to remain forever spilled on these blank pages or lingering thoughts everytime I will hear your name. How do I tell them that no words could desribe the feeling of how your laugh had always sent chills down my spine? You turned my flaws into parts that I have learned to love and not even the word “yes” could justify the reason why I love the person I could never have.