i cannot believe i love them

anonymous asked:

*leaves a small box of ragdoll kittens in Subaru's room with a note on the side and disappears* if you really believe you cannot be loved, will you at least accept this friendship with animals that will love you regardless of who you are? If you don't want them you can always visit my cottage and play with them. Ragdols are very sweet & affectionate cats, quite similar to you. However, this must be a secret between you and I. Don't let anyone else know. ;)

Subaru: What-

Subaru: “Similar to me”??? I’m not sweet and affectionate!

Subaru: Tch, I don’t care about these cats!


[Later on]

Subaru: C-Cute… *playing with the kittens’ paws*

Kou: *snickering* Ri~ght? *playing with them too*

[MTK: CAAAAAATS :3c *playing with them too and sneezes* Ops. Not my aller-]

Ruki: *appears* What did I say about-

Subaru: Shut up, you prick.

Ruki: Excuse me-

Kou: *laughing*

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.
We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them.

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. LewisTell The People You Love That You Love Them.
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Sometimes you just gotta drop everything and draw the ot3. You just gotta.

Be confident with who you are and if you find you are in the company of those who cannot see how great you are, don’t be afraid to cut them off, okay?

Me: I love Yuri on Ice so much, it’s such a beautiful representation of a healthy gay relationship built up on love and trust. I cannot believe they’re engaged. It just makes my heart swell. I’m so happy.

Also Me: I love Mystic Messenger, why can’t I love them all. They all deserve love and happiness. How can a messenger game app make me feel so much and cry. I love all of them and will never forget them.

Also Me: Sooo Killing Stalking. That’s some fucked up shit amirite??  👌 👌👌 👌

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.

—  Rachel C. Lewis

love, kindness, empathy, compassion and the like aren’t actually subjective – as much as no one wants to hear it, there is a correct way of going about doing them; simply feeling as though U have done them correctly doesn’t mean that U have, and simply attempting them isn’t actually inherently morally good or commendable, especially when U believe U deserve to be rewarded for having attempted them (”I was only trying to empathize! don’t I deserve some credit for that?”)

firstly, none of these things is an “emotion” – we generally understand emotions as innate, as instinctive, as individual, as subjective; the difference between emotions and things like empathy is that empathy necessarily denotes some relationship between oneself and another – emotions do not necessarily! U can decide on your own that U are angry or sad or upset – but U cannot decide on your own that U are being empathetic or loving or caring or kind! confirming that U are doing/being these things is dependent on the party that they are directed toward

the correct employment of these things is additionally dependent on the context in which they are being employed – there is a time and place for each of them! there are times and places when it is inappropriate and even harmful to try to do them, and they can become a means of inserting oneself where one does not belong or could not possibly help/understand (e.g., think about how white people watch and share graphic videos of police brutality against brown and black people as an attempt at being empathetic)

we really need to switch to a skill-based understanding of each of these things, i.e., that each of these things is a skill, for which we have the innate capacity to do correctly, but not the innate skill – that these are things we have to learn and constantly, consistently practice; that these are things for which we need to get confirmation that we are doing correctly, instead of assuming that we are; that these are things for which we need to consider context, so that we know whether or not it is appropriate to do them