i cant with this and im the one that made it

yall somethin weird happened today

so i was hanging out with my friends and one of them gave us these token things and we called them friendship tokens. we were making a vid for his youtube channel, and i was just kinda sitting there messing with them and he said and becka is messing with their tokens.

with their tokens.

now, this may not seem strange, but see, im not out to this friend yet. he doesnt even know what demigirls are (probably) So it was most likely just a slip-up that he didn’t “correct” but it made me rlly happy.

anonymous asked:

hello i just really wanted to tell u that i rlly cant stop thinking about the passage "im not made for a love story sakura" "i suppose i just hope you were made for me" from one of ur ss fics like ive read that fic looong ago but i still re-read (plus a lot of ur other fics) that fic every time im in the mood of a little bittersweet heartpinching ss. thank u and have a nice day also great job!!

this fic – ah thank you so much! i’m happy to hear it pinches your heart haha. 

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Hi Taylor,

My mom actually helped me to organize these my collection, and she is also the one who buys magazines when i have no money Haha, and also shes the who take this pictures haha, shes so supportive.

This is only my merch because we cant afford your international merch, and im sorry about it.

My mom told me to post this on my socials because maybe you will notice me, but i told her, uhmmm i dont thinks so, but i try again. So now here i am. Haha

I just want you to know that i love you, my mom and my dad are very supportive to me when it comes to you taylor, i swear. My dad actually is a fan of yours and he even helped me to defend you from my two brothers. And my mom made your song “The Best Day” as her ringtone (i actually put it in her phone but yea she also likes it so yea 😂).

Believe me or not, this is the first time that i tell this story about my family i guess… so yeaa welcome to my family @taylorswift .

I love you so much. HOPING AND WISHING to meet you this era. And i hope to watch you perform live. I hope i can take a picture with you. I hope i can hug you. Soooon. Mahal kita.

PS. CANT WAIT TO HOLD THE REPUTATION ALBUM ;) LOVE YOUUU AND YOURE GORGEOUS 😍😘

@tree-paine @taylornation @taylorswift

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when will he stop

ahah ahah 

AHAH AHAH IS RIGHT ALY AHAHAAHAHAHHAAHACRIESHAHA

IM BACK AT MY SHITPOSTS AGAIN

What is a story you have been dying to tell?

When I was 15 years old, I ran away from home because I was pissed off at my parents for a reason I cant remember. I didnt have much money, so I decided to hop onto the skytrain(public transport train in British Columbia) and ride it as far as it would go. I reached the end of the line in less then an hour, and decided I wanted to ride it all the way back again, while trying to formulate some kind of plan of how I wanted to live the rest of my life without my parents or anyone. At the last stop, or the first stop depending on your perspective of it, a girl came on and sat in the row right behind me. I didnt pay much attention to her at first, as I was busy writing my life plan on a napkin. It was a few minutes later that she got up and came sat next to me, curious as to what I was writing. I told her the story, and after a few laughs, we began talking about everything and anything. Her name was Amanda, 17 years old, and absolutely wonderful. She told me she was getting off at the last stop, which was also the first stop, depending on how you look at it. It was also the stop I had gotten on originally, and I told her we would ride to it together. The train ride took less then an hour, and what a wonderful hour indeed.

When the last stop did come, we both knew we probably wouldnt see each other ever again(this was before the days of cellphones, and I was a shy little kid afraid to make moves). As we got to the end of the sidewalk which split in two different directions, she went right and I went left. Before saying goodbye she turned to me and asked me a question that has become a wonderful part of my life; she asked me, “Tell me something you have done, or want to do, that you think I should do? It can be anything, as challenging as you want it to be, or as easy. As long as you give me the rest of my life to complete it, I promise I will do it..” I was confused as to why, but I thought about it, and told her, “Sing a song acapella in a room full of strangers.” She said perfect and asked me if I would like a challenge as well. I told her I did, and she told me, “read, from start to finish, “Ulysses” by James Joyce.” I had never heard of it at the time, but I agreed, and we said our goodbyes.

I have a awful memory, and cant remember most conversations I have with most people. But I remember all of that clearly. You know why? Because of the challenge she gave me. In the 12 years that have past since, I have tried to read that book in over 150 different sittings. Everytime I open my copy of the 780 page monster of a book, I always think of her, and I always think of that day. Ive never been sure if it was her intent or not, but she left her lasting memory on me with that challenge. I soon after learned what she did, was a completey wonderful and amazing thing for me. So I decided to keep it going. Ive met a lot of strangers in my life; some that have become friends, and some, due to living in different time zones and whatnot, didnt. I dont want to just have experiences and then let them go. I want to remember these meetings, and embrace the fact that they happened. So whenever I leave someone who has left an amazing impact of my life, I always make sure to add them to my Ulysses Bucket List. I ask them to give me a challenge, as difficult or as easy as they want it to be, and regardless of the fact that they have done it or not; simply something their heart has had wanted to do.

Some have been easy and fun; I met a man in India 9 years ago who told me to, for a week or a month, cook/buy twice as much food as I intend on eating, and give the other half to a stranger in need. I completed that mission 8 years ago, and thought about that man and the time we had all the way through. I met a girl on a cruise 6 years ago, who told me to jump into a body of water on a slightly cold day, without touching or feeling the temperature of the water first. I did that the very same year. I met a couple at an outdoor music festival a few years ago that told me to wear the most bizarre outfit imaginable and walk through a public place, completely oblivious to the fact that you arent looking normal. I did that task the very next day, at the same festival. Some have been difficult, to say the least: three guys I met in Amsterdam and smoked all night with, told me to go to a mall and give 10 strangers 10 presents. That one took a lot of courage, but I did it a year or so after I met them. It was nerve racking, but at the same time exhilerating leaving my comfort zone. A girl I met on a plane told me to sky dive; Im still in the process of getting that done. A couple I met in Cali on the beach told me to tell the 5 people I hated the most, that I love them and respect them. That one was very difficult because of my stubborness, but ive come close to completing that list many a times(still in the process, 2 more people to go).

And some things, have had an everlasting impact on my daily life. I met a girl at a music festival, who told me that whenever I get mad at someone, walk away, sing my happy song in my head for 5 minutes, go back to the person im mad at with a clam heart and mind, and work things out. Ive made this my way of life. I once met a man at a gym in a hotel I was staying at, that told me “whenever your body and brain tells your that you are exhausted and done…use your heart instead and push out 2 more reps.” Ive made this my motto when working out or working on any kind of extrenuating exercise in which my body demands me to quit. I also use it while working on anything, and while studying. One of the best pieces of advice ive ever received.

There are many others that each brought joy to my life. There are still many tasks I have yet to accomplish, and everytime I think of these tasks, I think of the people that gave them to me. It amazes me how well I remember all these people, while I cant remember so many aspects of even yesterday. These experiences, not only do I take from them a “mission” or a “challenge”, I also take from them a memory of them that never fails to appear inside of my mind. I opened my Ulysses book for probably the 300th time yesterday, and read a few pages, which prompted me to share this story with you today. Im in the final 30 pages of the book, also known as the most dreaded of the read(in the last 40 pages or so, James Joyce doesnt use a single punctuation mark; no periods, no commas, no nothing; a straight 50 page run-on sentence).

I never saw Amanda after that day, nor do I know if she ever did get a chance to sing a song to a room full of strangers. But what I do know, is that she gave me a gift that has never once stopped giving. So wherever you may be, thank you for giving me the Ulysses Bucket List. And I swear i’ll finish it one day. My life advice? Simple: Create your own Ulysses bucket list.

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my blog turns one year old today, so i made some icon remakes of my first post, including v for the new route to celebrate 🎉 (and ray and mc i wanted to make one for them too)

feel free to use these if you want, credit would be appreciated

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space dad and space fab

Prompt for Moms Made Fullmetal Week 2017

Day One : Growth - “All Grown Up”

In which Riza finds a very old photograph of her and ‘her boys’ and reminisces, all the while wondering when exactly had they looked so grown up as they did in the picture.

so um changkyun spilled some good stuff today at melon radio. He said when he went outside to get some air at the post concert party mx and starship were having he saw wonho and kihyun hugging while crying.

when kihyun told wonho ‘good work’ both started tearing up and was hugging by THEMSELVES  and changkyun saw them IM CRYING 

your neighborhood black fairy here

hi! ive hit hard times…. yet again. but this time im literally at rock bottom

i wrote about this a bit ago, but during hurricane irma i was raped while trying to help a man on the street (please dont ask details)

which added to my already long list of mental health issues (i have a history of major depression, alcoholism, self harm, panic disorder and generalized anxiety)

but recently ive been showing signs of a possible personality disorder that im going to get evaluated for + days inpatient stay for diagnosis and treatment. i cant work anymore.

i qualify for government assistance and disability as result of my inability to hold down a job because of these illnesses. i recently had a job i had to leave because i’d keep having panic attacks and seeing things

the paperwork will be processed soon but until take a few weeks and until then… i have no income. ive asked alot over the last time from the community (everyone coming together to try to save my cat sokka is still something ill never forget)

but really im lost… im at the bottom.. so i ask one time last time if my content as ever made you laugh, think or just help uplift you, donate anything

including clothes (i gained 20 pounds so most my clothes dont fit anymore) and even e-gift certificates.

im literally on my last leg right now and i dont know what else i could do. i never have any spoons or anything

my paypal is: krisdine@naver.com or pa
ypal.me/blackfairy

cash: $blackfairy

venmo: blackfairypresident

all the money will be used towards food, transportation to and from appointments (it literally costs $5 for a bus right to and back from places here, fuck MARTA) and any other necessities

i thank you all in advance

i also sell nude photos so hmu privately if you’re interested

fuck ppl who cant resist the temptation to turn their big meaty follower count into a dildo and slide it up their ass

im not a blog, youre not your url, we aint entities, we’re people who made accounts on a website and if you get rude and petty towards someone else for no reason, its not just funny commentary on a brand name joke blog, it’s you being an ass to a person that you don’t even know.

and yeah, its transparent as fuck when youve deluded urself into thinking everything is a 24/7 dragging contest & youre desperate to win.