how can you not love this girl

anonymous asked:

I wanna make a Game Design school, I'd love to learn how to make games and all but... Since the beginning of the year, 2 girls who were my friends kept telling meh I wasn't a good artist and I couldn't make my art my life... Now that I remember all those stuffs they told me (cuz they've been awful lately) I feel really insecure... Should I keep trying...?


just reading that makes me upset !

 it can’t be that bad and i’m sorry for  readin’ that a bunch of uneducated gurls told you that.

However, u kno’, 90% of my game designer friends doesn’t kno’ how to draw. I even kno’  a programmer who neveh worked with an artist before this week . You don’t have to be a good artist for creatin’ games. 

Plz ,believe in ur dreams. If u want to be a game designer. Just do it. (‘∀’●)♡


The ways he shows that he’s in love with her and doesn’t even know it are so adorable. Even when it’s just a picture of the girl he loves, his face lights up and his lips naturally curve into a smile. You can tell, just by looking at him, that his heart is happy. How can you not love him?

This is how you love a girl when you can’t love her:

I. You stare at her from across the room like she’s the most exquisite piece of art you’ve ever seen and you think she belongs in a room for herself.

II. When she smiles at you, you smile back and your head starts to swim and you ache to taste her laughter in your mouth.

III. She walks by you and you get a whiff of her perfume and you think even fresh chocolate chip cookies out of the oven couldn’t smell that good.

IV. Her eyes are the brightest thing in the universe and her hands move with such grace that if you held them you’re sure yours would stop shaking.

V. You’re trying to study and get the words stuck in your brain but your brain gets stuck on her instead and the stars in your soul burn a little brighter.

VI. You can’t fall asleep so you gaze at the moon and talk about her and  you think the moon starts to love her too.

VII. When your parents laugh about how girls can’t love girls you laugh with them but your heart slows when you think about her fingers reaching for yours and you squeeze your fist a little tighter.

mathildebeaulieu  asked:

i was going through you noorhelm tag and girl your love for those two and your hatred for season 3 is so relatable i'm SHOOK !!! so good to find someone who despises season 3 as much as i do! (also, can we talk about your tags for a sec? girl you could write a full length noorhelm fanfiction with those tags lol i absolutely love them!)

l m a o honestly I could talk forever about my love for William and Noora (and I’m actually in the process of writing something analytical involving the two of them cause I have n o chill).  My tags about noorhelm are s o extra I swear, lmao, but I’m glad you (and other people) love them!

Lmao honestly I’m so surprised how many people actually dislike s3!!  Like I felt I had to have my guard up a lot cause some fangirl was gonna attack me, but I get messages all the time from people who are so happy they’re not alone in the fandom for disliking s3.  Like, I obviously am not bashing anyone who does like s3 (like to each their own!), but there are some things I can’t get over and ableism in any form is one of them.

anonymous asked:

I have a boyfriend and have been with him for two years. We're planning holidays and my family love him and his love me. I have recently had such an urge to be with a girl, I don't think any girl would want to be with me. I'd never ever cheat or want to hurt the boy I'm with. I still love my boyfriend and don't want to leave him. I've always had doubts and feelings of like I'm missing out on something in previous relationships. I don't know what to do.

If you love him then stay with him. But maybe you can talk about it with him tell him how you feel but that you still love him so much. It is scary and hard maybe but maybe he will understand and maybe he will have and idea to help you.

How happy do you think Kara is that she and Alex can have “girl talk”? Like it has always been about Kara and her boy drama. Alex never really had much to say on these subjects. She never brought anyone around,most likely never told Kara about anything going on in her love life because nothing was going on there.She probably would have felt really uncomfortable having these conversations with Kara. But now they can talk about Maggie and how happy Alex is. This is a whole new level to Alex and Kara’s relationship, something they have never done before.All this giggling and ridiculous smiles because they have to figure out how to have these new talks. I just love these goobers so much.

anonymous asked:

I like girls and my girlfriend is questioning her gender identity. Of course I support her, but does than mean I'm not a "true" lesbian anymore? I'm so confused! Mom, please help.

I 100% believe you should support her as much as you can. I wouldnt worry about being a “true” lesbian for now, maybe down the road if she is actually a he, or they, or whatever you can have an open honest discussion about how you feel. Currently tho I’d just give her all the love and support she needs.

Lazy Mornings

But can you just imagine waking up to find Harry’s soft blue-green eyes on you, a small smile forming on his lips as he notices you’ve woken up, and how he’d reach out and gently stroke your cheek, mumbling a “’morning love” in his sexy, deep morning voice. And all of the tattoos on his torso would be on full display as he lay there, sprawled out, shirtless, the sheets on the bed swirling around him, making him look even softer than usual, his curly hair splayed out on the pillow in different directions, making you laugh. And he’d squint his eyes playfully as if he was offended that you were laughing at his hair, knowing it was a mess himself but just loving to tease you, and he’d attack your face with kisses as you squealed and he laughed, choosing in the end to just lay on top of you, crushing you slightly but shifting his weight so that he was holding himself up on his own enough that he wouldn’t actually crush you. And you’d be dramatic and yell at him to get off while you actually had the biggest smile on your face and Harry sighed contentedly before finally rolling back over next to you, but keeping you close to him, his nose grazing your cheek. And you’d both just lay like that for awhile, maybe talking about nothing and maybe talking about everything, but it wouldn’t matter because all that mattered was the heavily tattooed, perfectly sculpted man laying next to you.

I just loved shooting with @summerfrostphoto this last week! Her work is absolutely stunning. Even better news for girls competing at @missussupranational and @missusinternational this year - she is the official headshot photographer. She really knows how to work with pageant girls and I can’t wait for you girls to meet her in Orlando, Florida this summer!

open to: males / non-binary. potential connections: boyfriend’s brother / best friend’s brother / parent’s friend / incest / step-incest etc.

     ❛ mm, be quiet. ❜ she’d have to lie through her teeth in order to pretend not to love the sounds coming from the other’s mouth; each moan has the girl rubbing her thighs together and savouring the way her arousal runs between silky thighs, but if anyone else hears they’ll have to cut their tryst short and emerge from the bathroom unkempt & unsatisfied, and that just won’t do when she already knows how good their cum tastes when it hits the back of her throat. ❛ …— you know i can’t let you come if you don’t shut up. ❜ she licks their cock slowly, trailing their most prominent vein with the tip of her tongue and circling the juicy tip with more restraint than she thought possible.

How do you get over the loss of a child whose life never actually made it past a bundle of cells, who you loved from the first symptoms of pregnancy, but whose face you’ve only seen in dreams so realistic you sometimes forget the curly-haired girl in your memories was never born? I can remember her weight on my hip, her hand in mine, so viscerally it’s a phantom ache. I’ve dreamt of her so often that I could believe I really had her. I could describe Lotte as a toddler as easily as I could describe my brothers as toddlers. She likes to dance, but she’s not very good. It’s a lot of jumping up and down and flapping her arms. Her nose scrunches when she smiles, because she never smiles small, it’s always teeth and squinty eyes. She laughs and sings off-key and the only time she’s quiet is when she’s hurt or making trouble. She’s not scared of anything. She broke her arm jumping off the playground equipment when she was two and made me get her a red leopard cast. She wasn’t an easy baby. She was energy personified. She didn’t like cuddles, and my plans of baby-wearing went down the drain pretty quick. She didn’t lose her baby fat, even when she was four and I put her in gymnastics and dance and cheer (and I wasn’t sure about the cheer, but she loved it. She wasn’t good at dance but was at cheer.) and she was always moving but still soft and when she eventually passed out at the end of the day, she would flop across my lap on the couch. She’s a bit of a brat. I had to put her on a backpack kid leash because otherwise she’d run into traffic. She likes dresses but she wears them with sneakers and mismatched socks. One time she tried to convince me four socks (one on each limb) and one of my old tank tops was an appropriate outfit. We compromised by putting shoes on her feet, putting a belt and jacket over the tank top (which went to her knees, because god, she was so small). I taught her that you can turn socks into gloves but that I had some nice gloves already she could wear. She put on hot pink sunglasses and they clashed terribly with the sky blue and bright orange socks. God. My Lotte. I can remember coming to pick her up from my parents and her curled up on my mothers lap on the leather couch with a cherry lollipop filling up her mouth and her pulling it out so fast red spit stained her shirt, and the lollipop stained my shirt because she sprinted over for a hug and it pressed against my back. She mouthed off all the time but it was funny more than anything, because she believes she can rule the world, and have you ever seen a two year old telling an adult what to do, fully confident they’re gonna be listened to? When she gets in trouble she tries to talk her way out of it, and time out never worked because she was so stubborn she’d find ways to entertain herself without getting out of the corner. Once she “counted” “all” of the dots on the wall. Seventy jillion and thirty. She’s a lot like me, though, in that. If I explain to her what she did wrong, and why she shouldn’t do that, and am patient with her, it’s generally pretty reliable. I can’t let her do art without supervision or the walls end up painted, the carpet ends up glittered, and she ends up with feathers glued to her arms cause “mama, I’m a chicken!” and then the glittery feathers get all over me cause I have to pick my baby up because it’s adorable and hilarious but the clean up’s a bitch. I can make it into a game, though, and she helps. She’s very helpful. If you don’t direct her helpfulness, though, sometimes that doesn’t work out well. Like when she dumped a bunch of cinnamon in the pasta sauce when my back was turned and I somehow didn’t realize until the dinner was on the table for the entire family because my parents and brothers were visiting. Yikes. Or sometimes she plays hide and seek even though we have to go, and she giggles so quiet and I find her right away and I can’t even be mad because she smiles and says “I knew you’d find me, mama” and I say “I’ll always find you, my little Lotte” and then I say “but maybe we can go now, because Mama doesn’t want to be late” and I smooth her hair back and kiss her forehead and we head out the door. And I love her, and I love her, and I love her, and she wraps her arms around my neck and sleeps on my shoulder after a long day and tells me she loves me and prattles on sleepily about the new friend she made, except.

Except she isn’t real, and god, I miss her and I love her and I don’t know how to forget her or grieve and I can’t talk about her because she never made it to “baby”, the her I can remember isn’t real, and I can’t tell people about my baby girl because even with all these memories people are gonna see it just the same as they’d see someone talking about an imaginary friend, they’ll think I’m crazy or something, and that would be even worse than feeling a hole in my heart that died and turned to ash when I lost her, as early of a miscarriage as it was. How do you grieve your child when they only lived in your dreams? How do you grieve someone no one else knew? When you can remember them as clearly and solidly as you remember any flesh and blood individual in your waking hours?

anonymous asked:

how do i tell her i can't talk to her anymore because watching her in love with someone else is too hard

i cut off a girl that ive been in love with for three years, it’s hard as hell but honestly do what’s right for you.

japp944  asked:

So far the only kind of girls I attract are the ones that want me to take control. All I ever wanted was to have a girl sit on my face and tell me I'm there's :/ Do you have any suggestions on how I can attract the gentle doms out there?

Welp, this is more a @love-in-submission question I s'pose. I found him here and pursued him so he should tell ya what he did I guess haha.

What caught me were his cute tags and cute face and finally gained enough courage to talk to him.
Biggest thing was that he wasn’t immediately begging for me to dom him or anything. We just got to know each other and he was very respectful and turned out to be an amazing person.

Any gentle dommes wanna add on or just show you’re out there?? :3


♛ things i loved in 2016
✘ 2/10 characters
➮ moana

A story about Carrie: I got to meet her 10 years ago in London. She was doing a signing and I was practically in pieces waiting in line. I was bouncing on my heels to try and contain how nervous I was. And when you’ve admired someone for nearly as long as your entire life - as I had - I was also slightly terrified that she might be slightly blasé about meeting fans. But she was anything but. In fact, she was incredibly kind. She asked me why I was bouncing and I told her I was trying to hold all of my nerves. And she said “Don’t dear girl. Let ‘em all out. Loudly if you can.” And I laughed and I ended up babbling about how much I loved that she was a short, brown-eyed brunette like me. And I remember she took both my hands in hers and whispered “We’re the best ones.”
My heart is heavy tonight as I mourn the loss of my hero. Thank you for teaching me that a girl can be her own kind of hero. Goodnight Princess, General, and incredible Activist. May the force forever be with you.

Take care of him. He has the kindest heart, he may not always seem like it though. He try’s to hide it with sarcasm and side comments, pretending that he has not one care in the world. If you can look past it though you will see how much love he has to give.
He won’t always text you back, but he will still think of you. Unlike the rest of us he is not glued to his phone, just because he sometimes takes an hour to answer doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.
He sleeps, a lot. There are nights where he sleeps more hours then he spent awake that day. He just sometimes needs to not be anything. Being no where is easier than being himself sometimes. Although he hates sleeping with people you’ll know he loves you if he asks you to join him.
Love to him is the scariest thing on the planet, if he tells you I love you do not take it lightly. Know that saying it took every inch of courage he has. if he disappears after know that he is just scared and hopefully he will find his way back to you. Just give him time, give him all the time in the world. He is more than worth it.
Please, just love him with everything you have because had I have been given the chance I would have given him every single part of me. Love him the way I only wish I could. If you are lucky enough for him to love you, please love him back.
—  4am

you know what? i love boys. i know there’s a lot of praise surrounding bisexual girls who always say how much they love women, and as great as that is, bisexual girls loving boys is just as good. boys can be soft and lovely and warm and i love them. sometimes the same amount i love girls, sometimes less, and sometimes equally, but no matter what, i still like them. shoutout to other bisexual girls who don’t feel as if they’re as worthy in the LGBT+ community when they like a boy.

Hey. You like girls. No – you love girls. You know and I know, but sometimes you need to hear it, for the days when it’s especially hard to accept. I don’t know why it happens; I don’t know why when you hear her laughter, your insides pirouette (never a trip, or a knot, always graceful, choreographed to the lilt of it). I can’t tell you why the nights are easiest when your mind is filled to the brim with her. I can’t even begin to answer why everything settles into place with her, how she can deconstruct the anatomy of you: take and rearrange your bones, rattle them free of burden (notions of ‘what ifs’ and ‘I can’ts’).

What I do know is that trying to deny it all would be like trying to pry away your shadow. But it’s always with you, regardless of whether or not you’re looking.

Though, some days you need to hear it. Some days you need to hear, “you’re not faking,” or “this is real.”

Sometimes, you just need to be reminded.


You love girls.
Nothing about that is fabricated, and everything about it is splendid.

You know you have found the 5H fandom when:

• A Thank youu! Basically means fuck off
• There’s a 70% chance you will end up gay
• You spend your time wondering why the hell some singles weren’t released
• There is a religious ship (Allysus)
• You can now daydream about a possibility with Lauren because she came out
• You would also vote for her if she ran for President in 2032
• You read hidden languages on Tumblr
• We release songs before their premier but somehow nobody can find Camila’s audition video.
• You learn how to suck before your first kiss, because those smuts are wild.
• A unicorn can be in love with a dragon
• Novembers are cursed
• We are considered chickens
• You never know if it’s a real or a manip
• Looks matter more than kisses
• You end up reading Camren, even if you don’t ship Camren
• We are the slaves of 5 women
• Lauren girls are everywhere.
• We are astronomers (sun and moon)
• You would literally impale yourself for a second of recognition at a concert
• We have managed to hate a potato chip (Dorito)
• All straight relationship are considered PR
• We thanked Allysus when Camila didn’t kiss MGK
• Reaction videos are your life (shoutout TheIncoming)
• We are proud crack addicts (Camren Crack-shout out heybooboodaddi)
• You can recite tour videos and take overs by heart
• Who are The Vamps again? Yeah, I don’t remember them.
• Pancakes!
• There’s always a possibility that you’re talking to a member of Dinah’s loving family
• Normani can kill you with just one booty pop
• Ally makes you want to be innocent
• You always wait for that Camila wink during a song
• Cue Lauren laughing at Camila’s joke
• Also, one of them turned you gay… (Probably Lauren)