i just love friends ok

reason #463 why girls are great:

one time a few years ago i was talking to a girl i met online and she found out that i was 15 and i hadnt had my own quinceañera. granted my family is canadian of english descent so i never expected to have one ever, but this older girl thought that it was imperative that she and i should plan me an imaginary one. so she made me a moodboard of the dress she thought i should wear, a couple songs that should play, and told me about how hers was. it was such a lovely experience and that kind of kindness is literally the best i love girls


I almost screamed at this moment and let me tell you why.

My Chinese friend always tells me interesting facts about their history, language and culture. One of my favourite things is when she tells me something interesting about Chinese poetry or ancient idioms and phrases.

Once she told me a legend about Emperor and his beloved wife who went to visit her mother in her hometown. He was missing her so bad but loved her so much and wouldn’t dare to tell her to come back as soon as possible, so he sent her these lines: Flowers are blooming by the road. Enjoy them on your way back. (陌上花开,可缓缓归矣 - ni shang hua kai, ke huan huan gui yi).

So Xiao Nai basically says that he misses Wei Wei desperately.

I just can’t, my emotions because it’s so beautiful.

love how much naruto cries

i don’t mean that flippantly or ironically or in a “ahh, pass me dat angst” way

i mean: this hero in an over masculine misogynistic narrative still sobs and i am here for it. weeping when iruka acknowledges him. crying when he’s afraid on a mission (hey, reminder, these are actually children we’re watching here). bent over trembling and holding himself at another fresh loss of sasuke. mourning jiraiya. attempting and failing to hold back tears when he says bye for now to a new friend. his elation at meeting his mother and frustration with his father. tears shed in happiness or relief. all the times he cries due to his empathy for others’ pain

and the impetus for all my gushing is rewatching this moment: him trembling and yelling and shivering and sobbing when he loses gaara, and then not only all that, but then articulating, with desperate words, out loud, his heartbreak and the internal monologue driving him to feel such pain; expressing his rage at the systems that made he and gaara into jinchuuriki but also the grief brought on in believing himself a failure and that it’s his fault gaara and sasuke are lost, that he cannot save them, that “nothing has changed in 3 years after i’ve trained so hard.” like?? i’m sure this happens in other stories, i’m sure i’ve watched it with my own eyes – the hero having these heartrending moments where all seems hopeless – but i still marvel at him being so broken and vulnerable here, and we have to acknowledge and respect that it is made especially impactful because it is not (and never) a one-off moment; it is within a rich context of him crying throughout the entire narrative. and i think a key component for my own level of being impressed is also the fact of him verbally expressing his (misplaced) self-disgust in front of everyone with him on that mission. i know other heroes who have been disgusted with themselves exist but i find them lacking in comparison because it seems to typically be portrayed in the brooding silent self-flagellation of a “Man,” and instead he is so rawly vocal, overwhelmed, transparent, and almost powerless.

so basically i’ll fight anyone who derides him for being this tender (if such a person even exists)

and as an aside, i’ll fight anyone EVEN HARDER if they praise and/or even just tolerate it in his case but then turn around and defame and vilify the women for being ““””weak““”” when they’re being just as beautifully emotional as our hero

Let’s talk about San Jose (again).

13 June 2012. What was in the water in San Jose. 

They were winding down the last 10 dates of the Up All Night Tour. They’d been recording and promoting the album consistently for an entire year and had a number 1 album in the U.K, U.S. and around the world. Eleanor had gone back to the UK temporarily (she was called back 2 days after this show). 

Maybe they felt like they were on the edge of something pretty great: the end of their first U.S. and UK tour.  Another sold out arena tour around the world in 2013. All their dreams were coming true and they were doing it together. 

And for 90 minutes in San Jose, Harry and Louis were a sight to behold.

I did an entire San Jose series in 2014 which can be found here in this tag

But today, I want to talk about the 3 minutes of “Save You Tonight” specifically. Again. Because what the fuck.

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how the fuck does my brain turn someone saying “I can’t hang out tomorrow I’m busy” into “no one loves you and you gotta be dead bc what’s the point in living” in .3 seconds

i thought about death last on a tuesday. i thought about how decay is supposed to smell sweet and i wondered what that meant for its taste. i have no intention to find out, though i know curiosity, like cat to mouse, has a way of digging her claws in.

i thought about life last night. not just the sunrise, or the stars. not just the way the world goes dizzy at the edges when you hold your breath, but the way that the air feels in the aftermath of a storm. particles lightning-charged with the same kind of life that lingers in the synapses of a brain at the edge of discovery.

this morning i thought about you. you. you are hard to fold into words. i find that your curves do not like the way sentences feel when i try to hold them up against you, to see if i caught your image within them. the comparison is as weak as i was when i saw you last tuesday, or when you smiled at me last night.

tonight? who knows. the thing is, i think these days i laugh more than i cry, but i still think about death. i haven’t looked at the stars in a while but i still see them, and i will always watch for storms. you do not complete me as i was a person before you, but i like that we could live alone. it means we choose not to.

l.s. | i still think © 2017 

Me: Wants a sugar daddy to spoil me. 
Me instead: Spoils my s/o or friends at any chance I can get

Am I trying to kill you guys with Dazatsu fluff? Yes.


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harry saw malfoy lean close to nott and whisper something; both of them snickered

“Jake is actually short” I say into the mic.

The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.

“That ain’t true!”, they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There, in the fifth row standing on his slightly heeled shoes: Jake McKenzie himself.