Sometimes I wake up at night thinking about the way Louis hugs Harry. Like really hugs him!
The way he holds his back so tight with his hand. Just holds it there for a while..
Then presses his thumb down hard…
It’s like he’s saying “I’m here. Do you feel me? You are safe with me….
…I will never let you go…”.
And once you realize it’s always his right hand digging into Harry’s skin… His right arm above his left. The same arm he’s got his rope tattooed on. The arm where his compass is marked permanently into his skin…
So that press of his thumb is kind of like him saying “My rope will keep your anchor steady. My compass will guide your ship safely to shore. I’m right here. I will never let you go”.
No lie, despite all the bad things Ardyn did to me and my friends I didn’t hate him as much as I hated him in chapter 13 for MAKING ME SUFFER THROUGH THIS TEDIOUS AND LONG-ASS DUNGEON ALL THE WHILE MOCKING ME THRU THE INTERCOM LIKE SOME YOUTUBE PRANKSTER AND LAUGHING EVERY TIME I GET TRICKED BY HIS STUPID ILLUSIONS OR TRAPS GOD DAMN YOU YOU SON OF A BITC
i know there’s nothing wrong with being almost 20 and never been kissed or on a date, i know that, but god it feels awful.
even an awkward kiss or date in high school would make me feel better. hell even just having someone tell me they like me in that way. because no matter how much i tell myself it isn’t true, at the end of the day when I haven’t had ANYONE even show romantic interest in me, all i can feel is ugly and unwanted.
Please, be patient with me and don’t mistaken my silence
(comparing to my reblogs/ likes/ blog updates/ ect) as:
I don’t like you
I don’t want to talk to you
You upset me
You annoyed me
Or anything else negative.
There are just some days I don’t have it in me to be social.
There are some days where I just want to focus on me and me alone or get
through my to-do list. There are some people who I am closer with and some
people who require my attention more, because they’re having a shit time.
There’s just SO many of you, and even yesterday I blew off
my desire to play one of my favorite games (and didn’t even get a chance to eat
dinner properly), because some people needed my help.
Please, please, please—don’t stretch me thinner than I already
Is it just me, or when you watch others just get all this love, and ask and just generally people wanting to RP with them, does it make you upset as well..? I mean. Not in a way that I don’t like the person or that I’m jealous. I mean upset as in depressed cause I never get anything like that. I don’t have any storylines. I have about one person that enjoys RPing with me. It just bugs me and makes me really upset honestly. It makes me feel like I’m just not good at RP or people just don’t like me. It puts so many doubts in my head. Everyone already has storylines and their clicks on the server and all it just makes me wanna stop roleplaying in a whole because I know no one really wants to accept a new person into their click.
I just finished Friday’s Emmerdale and what a crock of shite lmaoooo, I was hoping Robert would actually seem really broken and bothered but nOPE. This was the reaction I would’ve expected if he’d have just made a pass at Bex, not actually banged her. Not good enough.
This is so stupid, I felt like I was watching an entirely different show. The only shining light was Chas dragging Bex and calling her a trollop. Bex is almost Lachlan-level of creepy (well she is his aunt so) and the show doesn’t seem to know what it wants to do and I’m basically done.
I’m going to go listen to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack again :) :) :)
I’ve been thinking about my life and all of
the mistakes that I’ve made – the ones that stay with me or the ones that I
regret are the ones that I made because of fear. For a long time I was afraid to be who I am
because I was taught by my parents that there’s something wrong with someone
like me – something offensive, something you will avoid, maybe even pity.
Something that you could never love.
My mom – she’s a fan of St. Thomas Aquinas
and she calls Pride a sin. And of all
the venal and moral sins St. Thomas saw pride as the queen of the seven deadly
sins. He saw it as the ultimate gateway
sin that would turn you quickly into a sinaholic. But hating isn’t a sin on that list. Neither is shame.
I was afraid of this parade because I
wanted so badly to be a part of it. So
today I’m marching for that part of me that was once too afraid to march and
for all the people who can’t march: the
people living lives like I did. Today I
march to remember that I’m not just a me. I’m also a we and we march with
❝I just didn’t think of myself in that way. That idea conjured that image of the singer/songwriter with an acoustic guitar or something… and I didn’t ever see myself like that. Eventually I came to accept it though and I decided that, if I’m going to keep doing this then I also want to be good at it, you know? As much as there is this element of magic involved, songwriting is also a skill that can be practiced and improved.❞