i mean it as a compliment

anonymous asked:

Yo I'm like 99% sure that girl was hitting on you

oh, the one in the library? Nah.

I’m the captain of that class, she was just there to pass/ask me how to pass.

I talk way too much and am the senior that’s been through every inch of American History and American political science. The hegemon.

God, this sounds arrogant, but I don’t know how else to phrase it. I got a perfect score on my last two tests and I only studied an hour or so for each.

I mean, I’m not like ‘smart smart,’ but I am uniquely good at American history/politics and expressing myself about them. For very very complicated reasons I won’t go into, I cried when I read the declaration of independence when I was 16 and have been knee deep in the stuff since then.

Anyway, that would be cute, but she was just like ‘I want to pass,’ and ‘this is the girl that the teacher compliments whenever she talks,’ ect.

A rant

No. No. Fuck you. Fuck you to all the hateful anons that attack @imagineham.
I can’t believe how many ignorant and blatantly stupid people there are, sending you unnecessary rude and stupid asks.
Fuck them. They have zero place in your blog, and I can’t believe that they keep coming.
Stop making Steph feel like a shit person. She is not, absolutely not and will most likely never be. She is one of the kindest people I met here on the Internet, and that means a lot because most of my friends here on are kind.
Fuck you to all of you who are saying she wants a lot of feedback, compliments, attention whatever.
You know what. Even if she solely asked for people to compliment her, IT’S FINE. She deserves it. In fact. It’s absolutely normal that people enjoy hearing good stuff about themselves. It’s normal that people like compliments and it helps them build up their confidence.
It’s even okay to not want any criticism! THAT WOULD BE OKAY TOO,YOU HEAR ME. NOT EVERYONE LIKES CRITISM. I’M ONE OF THE PEOPLE AND I’LL OPENLY SAY THIS. I can’t deal with it very well and therefore only accept it when it comes from mutuals.
Are you fucking braindead? What is wrong with you people?
Why are you picking on someone who’s never done anything to you but writing lovely fics and asking you for feedback you shit head?
I dare you haters, anyone. Come off anon and tell me your problem, and I’m gonna piss into your apple juice.

Because honestly, like I already said, Steph is just a really sweet person and the way you make her feel gets on my nerves.
She deserves nothing but the best. Nothing.
You fucking pricks.
Not gonna lie I cried a bit scrolling through her blog this morning.

I Am An Alpha Ch 14: Baring My Teeth

His deep hearty chuckle rings out. His chest vibrates against mine as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to his full weight is resting on me. “I guess you really are an alpha.”

I hesitantly respond, “So you aren’t mad?”

It takes him a minute to stop laughing to answer, “No Love I’m not mad. I kind of take it as a compliment.”


“It means you accept me, even your alpha side. You actually want me,” He holds me even tighter. “I was scared for a minute that you didn’t want us.”

“Of course I do.”

We lay there for a while, wrapped around each while Kris’s knot continues to shrink. Neither of us says anything, until there is a quiet knock at the door. I tense.

“Shit,” Kris groans, “I was supposed to get you for lunch.”

“You did a great job of that,” I chuckle, taking a deep breath I try to figure out who is on the other side of the door but all I can smell is Kris. “Who is out there? I can’t tell.”

“It’s Tao. We will be down a few minutes,” He tells both me and the other man.

“I can’t go down there after this!” I cover my face that is burning with embarrassment.

“Getting shy again aren’t you? Why am I the only one to see you bare your teeth huh? As much as I love having you to myself if you don’t open up to the others is going to be hard on all of us. So come on love, show them that fiest,” He kisses the top of my head.

“I will, I still don’t want to go down there right now, could I bathe first?”

“Oh of course! I’m sorry, I should have offered that first. Lets go jump in the shower quick!” With me still wrapped in his arms he jumps up and scurries across the room into the bathroom. I cling to him as he kicks off his pants and flips on the shower head. He chuckles at the sight of my wide eyes, the water pours down from the ceiling like rain, it would be a lie to say I’m not amazed. “New, huh?”

“Since when do they make showers like these?” I muse as I stick my hand out to feel the steaming water.

“These are pretty common in nicer houses now a days, but I guess you aren’t used to any kind of plumbing or technology.”

I shake my head, “You would be right, I know the basics, lights, toilets, showers, baths. I know about TVs and cellphones but I’ve never actually used one.”

“That is so strange.”

“You could definitely say I’ve had a strange life.”

He nods but doesn’t add more. He gently sets me down and we separate, it leaves an empty feeling in my chest. My arms curl around my small frame in an attempt to keep the sudden chill creeping up on me away even under the hot stream of water. Kris notices and once again wraps himself around me, “Are you okay?”

“Why is it so cold?” I grumble snuggling closer to him.

“It’s the mark,” He explains, “That connection you felt before is going to become a lot more intense, but not with just me, with everyone. So you will want to be closer, both physically and mentally, with everyone.”

“This goes both ways right?”

“Of course,” His hold on me tightens, “Though it’s a bit more infuriating on this end because I will be fighting for your affection against my brothers. So you will notice we might get a bit more possessive.”

“As long as I get to see my pack I don’t have much of a problem.”

He groans, “Fine.” We wash up quickly followed by Kris gently drying me off with a towel, his eyes fixated on my back. “So are you going to tell us how you got those?”

I sigh, “I already did. Years of abuse and torture in a slave army, I wasn’t just trying to be mean earlier, that was the truth.”

“But I mean specifics,” His finger runs down one of the longer scars, “Like this one, how did you get this one?”

“If I am thinking of the right one it’s from getting to mouthy with one of my superiors. They were being particularly brutal on one group of new soldiers and I was an idiot and stepped into say something. There should be three other marks along with it, maybe a bit smaller, for each boy I defended.”

He is silent for a moment before his fingers started dancing around my back again, “And this one?” His fingers land near my shoulder.

I have to actually look this time to know, he is pointing to two little marks that are only half, on the front of my shoulder the marks are mirrored. “It’s a bad bite mark, the wolf was ripped away from me so the mark isn’t clear but he took a good chunk of flesh, hurt like a bitch.” I grimace at the memory.

“Were you in battle?”

I nod, “Well sort of, three wolves only a few years younger than me, that were in our squad, tried to rise up and our general saw how tempted the rest of us were and gave us the option to die with them or kill them ourselves. We chose the latter, they were stupid kids who didn’t know their place, and didn’t have the mentality to be a soldier.”

“Do you feel guilty at all?”

I close my eyes for a minute and shake my head, “We did those boys a favor. If those boys had been executed by anyone else it would have not been as nice.”

“I’m sorry for asking.”

“It’s a great warm up for telling the others.”

“Only tell them what you are comfortable with.”

“I’m not really comfortable telling anyone how I slaughtered people but it’s going to come up.”

“I guess you are right.”

“Now lets get dressed so I can talk to my mates.”

He chuckles, “Okay, give me a minute.” He walks away to his closet, returning a moment later with another t-shirt and boxers. “We will need to go shopping for you.”

“Why? I have my two outfits, that’s all I need.”

“Two?” He stares dumbstruck, “You only have two outfits?”

“I’m a wanderer, I can only have what I can carry, blankets and food are much more important than extra clothes.”

“I know you are right but still that is so strange for a girl your age, I mean the age you look.”

“I thought we already discussed that I am not your average omega.”

He nods, “We did, I’m sorry. This is going to take some getting used to. Speaking of which they should be watching TV by now if you would like to watch one.”

“Really?” I pull on the clothes he gives me and rush out the door. He his right on my tail as I run down stairs and into the living area they are usually in. The window is closed but I suddenly find myself freezing. But I ignore it for a moment at the sight of massive colorful screen hanging from the ceiling. I’m not sure what is happening on the screen but the colorful picture captivates me. It’s sunrise in a big city with tall buildings, something I have only seen in the pictures Namjoon has in his books. Two small bars appear in the corner of the screen and the image stays.

“Insoo?” Yixing’s voice breaks me out of my trance, he is standing up near the couch, wringing his hands nervously. I now notice that everyone is staring at me.

“Why isn’t it moving?” I point to the screen.

They all seem so confused by my question until Kris leans in the doorway, “She has never seen a TV before.”

“Really?” Jongdae questions.

I nod, “Can you make it move?”

He nods this time, snatching a little black box out of Suho’s hands and pressing a button on it. A grin spreads on my face as the view continues on, circling the beautiful city.

“Where is this?” I wonder sitting down on the floor as I continue stare.

“New York,” Luhan answers, sitting on the edge of his seat so he could be closer to me. Kyungsoo is in between him and I, and like the older man he scoots closer.

“New York,” I echo back. “I want to go there!”

“Really?” Kris questions, “I don’t think you are ready for that yet. You should probably ride in a car first before we work out way up to a plane.”

“Insoo?” Yixing calls again.


He gulps, “Can we talk?”

“I don’t really want to talk to you right now. I would much rather talk to Jongin.”

The tan boy across the room looks absolutely frightened, “Me?”

I nod, “Yes, we have a problem. You attacked a member of my pack and just like how you would take that as disrespect, I take it the same way. It is as if you had your teeth digging into my throat, I’ve been bitted multiple times, it is not a good feeling so you can understand my anger.”

He stands up and take a few steps closer so we are on either end of the coffee table, “Please, you have to know it was my alpha taking control. I was insane to tackle you like that and I’m sorry I bit that pup but he came at me-”

I jump to my feet and rush over to him before he can react. Without any hesitation I punch him across the face knocking him on to his ass. The rest of the room watches with wide eyes at the sight in front of them. “He was trying to protect me! You guys have no idea what I have had to do to keep that boy away from any pain that I knew and it is always you who tries to rub it in his face. That boy has never done anything wrong so don’t you try to blame him!”

“Insoo,” Kris warns from the doorway, not yet ready to step in.

I unclench my fist and let my hands drop to my side, “I am not sorry for giving you the karma you deserve for hurting my pup. I am not sorry, nor will I ever be, for knocking you on your ass. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt and not hate you. Now stop staring at me like I have an arm growing out of my forehead and stand up.”

“You forgive me?”

“No.” I snap quickly, “But I’m giving you the chance to earn my forgiveness, and you better pray that my pup doesn’t have mark on him.”

“Thank you!” He surprises me by wrapping himself around me. I return the action.

“You are such a strange man. How can you be so scary but so cute?”

“Trust me,” Kris muses, “He isn’t like that with just you.”

“Does this mean you aren’t mad at me either?” Yixing tries again.

“Yes, it does,” I sigh, “As long as you prove that I can trust you. I don’t want to share my heart with you if you are just going to ignore everything in it. If I look to you for help, I expect you to be there, okay?”

He nods eagerly.

“Great.” I look to Kris, “How is that for baring my teeth?”


  • Sweet old seongcheol is the person who goes to the gym
  • i mean, everyone compliments him about his muscles so why wouldn’t he go to the gym?
  • the first day he went with full confidence and started the treadmill, you know, just to start off easy
  • he couldn’t get off fast enough tho
  • from that moment on, coups hated the gym
  • but all of his friends thought he was an excersize freak
  • so he had to keep going to the gym and put it on his social media to keep the show going
  • instead of excersizing, he would hide behind one of these big power machines with a bag of chips scrolling through his instagram feed
  • obviousy not liking anything because wonwoo would notice immediately
  • this is where you come in
  • you’re a friend of wonwoo and love excersizing
  • so obviously the little shit tells you to go to the gym where coups is going to and even suggests you both train together
  • coups didn’t know about this and didn’t know that wonwoo knew about his scam
  • so he happily keeps continuing the scam
  • until on your first day
  • the first thing you obviously go to is the power machine coups is hiding behind
  • when you notice him, you stare at him for forever and he still doesn’t notice you
  • until you call for him
  • the smol bean is so embarrassed, he drops his bag of chips and phone
  • “i was just taking a break!”
  • “sure you were”
  • you were actually quite amused with him and knew it had to be the friend wonwoo was talking about
  • with a little smirk, you look at coups
  • “hey, seeing that you’re not doing anything, how about we excersize together? i could use a partner”
  • coups silently cussed, but couldn’t decline
  • he knew it were your charms
  • or maybe your fit body that made him wonder if you were naturally fit like him or really excersized
  • in a few minutes, he found out
  • it took you months to get him in shape and you enjoyed every minute of it
  • he was so clumsy can you even imagine
  • his already fit body became even more fit (if thats even possible)
  • (his thighs tho)
  • to end this, you both ended up being the powercouple, quite litterally.
  • and coups started enjoying the gym.

anonymous asked:

Whenever Matsu shows affection to his s/o, his s/o would look at him, smile and say "you wuv me!" In a child-like voice. How does Matsu react?

Osomatsu: “yup, I have a huge crush on you!” He cuddles them close, cause that reminds him of the bears that say “honey I wuv you”

Karamatsu: he clenches his heart, that worked too well making him blush and try to hide it.

Choromatsu: is too flustered now, “I-I-I mean yes I-I do love y-you.”

Ichimatsu: “I do.” He’s looking away huffing lightly.

Jyushimatsu: does the voice thing back, “I do wuv-wuv you very much!”

Todomatsu: he’s taking a video next time. Pulling that cute shit has consequences of him complimenting them.

@terusmom mmeans a lot to me.. she is very supportive and caring.. even if she does not realize iit.. from what i have heard.. she is a very good writer…! and sshe is a good artist, ttoo.. her art style is very unique… and she helps ppeople get away from people who like bad things.. and- she is very loyal to all of her friends…! and she is also hhonest to people most of the time when they make mistakes, so that they can not do it again.. she is also very kind wwith her compliments.. and does not overuse them so they mean things to people.. i love her…! a lot..

Kissing Prompt #17



“I would my Lord…if you would kindly interrupt me less.”

“What are you implying by that?”

“That you are a distraction beyond measure.”

Magnus smirked. “I know not if that is a compliment or insult.”

“I know better than to insult a Primarch.” she replied as she redirected her thoughts from the man standing before her to the aetheric powers she was trying to draw energy from.

“There are times I wonder if you actually mean that.”

“Enumerations.” Karimah closed her eyes as she tapped into her abilities and attempted the feat once more and ignoring her Primarch’s banter. He was being particularly a bit of a pain today having her do this. He’s normally more patient with her when he trains her.

Not today, for some very odd reason.

She felt the energy surge through her, and slowly but surely, the Prosperan Remembrancer felt her form expand. It was a slow process that made every fiber of her muscle and every surface of her skin tingle. It was not unpleasant but it felt very odd. She took a deep breath, eyes shut even tighter as her body grew vertically and proportionately in the painstaking process that was biomancy. After what felt like long, arduous minutes she stopped growing, noting that her aetheric energy seemed to have maxed out. When she opened her eyes, she noted that she had grown almost a full meter from what she normally stood. She had now reached to the Primarch’s chest, as before she barely made it past his waistline.

“Not bad.” Magnus nodded approvingly, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Not bad at all, Mistress Tahrik.”

“Thank you, My Lord.” she smiled at her accomplishment.

“Would you mind standing on your tiptoes for a minute or so?” he requested as he looked down at her.

Curious as to his gracious order she stood on her tiptoes and balanced as well as she could. Before she could inquire as to his purpose, the Primarch had bent down to plant a gentle kiss on her partly open mouth.

This lasted for a minute, perhaps a little more, before he pulled away with a mischievous grin on his mouth.

She scrunched her face as she got off her toes and stood flat on her feet. “Is this why you were so insistent on my mastering this biomancy technique???” she demanded as she crossed her arms on her chest.

“Every mastered technique has its purpose.” the Primarch retorted in a bit of a jest. “Besides…its easier on my back.”


Karimah rose on her tiptoes again, pulling the Primarch by his cape and making him bend down to meet her lips with his. She laughed a little before she did, figuring out that this probably wasn’t such a bad idea after all.


Yesterday I hit 500 followers?! I know this may not seem like a big number, but this is a huge milestone for me, and I’m extremely thankful and grateful to everyone who has followed me and helped me reach this goal <33

Tomorrow I will be going on a family vacation, so that means that I will be having somewhat of a hiatus for a week. I may still reblog posts, but I will not be posting any original content. Sooo, hopefully this celebration will make up for my absence this week :D

Rules :

  • mbf this newt scamander trash
  • reblog this post (likes count only as bookmarks, sorry!)
  • check out my edits? (if you want to)
  • blacklist “gaby celebrates 500″ if you don’t want to see this
  • send me
  • ❤️   for a blograte (format under the cut)
  • 💛   for a blog compliment
  • 💚   for a harry potter aesthetic (format under the cut too)

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anonymous asked:

Can you make headcanons for Kassim/Cassim when he falls in love with a girl who thinks she's not loveable?

Of course! I hope you like them. 
(´。• ω •。`)


  • He would definitely be surprised. 
  • To him, you would never be as bad as him. He was way worse than you. 
  • Nonetheless, he would try his utmost best to make you feel good about yourself.
  • He’d try to use his friendship to help you, he’ll give you compliments, small gifts, and etc. 
  • Throughout the whole endeavor, he’d find himself falling in love with you. 
  • All those compliments would start meaning something stronger as the days pass by. 
  • He would try to use his love to compensate for the lack of love for yourself. 
  • He would definitely let you know that you are loveable because he loves you more than anyone else.

Recently I have been giving a lot of people compliments and I’ve told a lot of people how much they mean to me.
My anxiety has been a prick, and I’ll have a heart attack every time I tell people nice things and just TALK, but it has made me feel like a better person and it has given me a lot of happiness that I make people smile.

ninazenikvibes  asked:

Nina Zenik is my forever fave but also Inej Ghafa and my favorite scenes are those including the both of them, esp when they're saying goodbye and they talk about having saved each other's lives like wow fuck me up fam

omg ur url is aboslutely amazing. your theme is so cute??? i mean frankly your entire blog is so cute… like its just happiness and makes me feel all nice inside??? like i think it might be your theme’s effect cause like while ur content is great its not like its 100% rainbows and butterflies lol but ur theme makes everything kinda nice and happy!

2.5K blog compliments

anonymous asked:

Do you have a meta on Daenerys' visions in the House of the Undying and what they might mean? I would be very interested in your opinion. - I love your thoughtful insights!

No, but I can make that chapter the next one I look at in-depth, if you like. Thank you very much for the compliment, anon!

Block of text?? Ur welcome

Literally the only like a few things I Can Appreciate about Dean.

Okay I know there’s some lets see he’s an expert at being a fucking tool, he’s mastered the art of fucking up his foster children’s mental health…and oh fuck how could i forget he’s really really good at bEING A DICK

But in all seriousness
1. he’s very believable, consistent, realistic and easy to imagine “shitty father figure”. This may be more of a compliment to Mars and her story-telling ability than Dean himself, but overall Dean is (sadly) the antagonist that shows up in a lot of people lives?? That makes his character as a whole at least TWICE as more effective because he’s so believable. On that note he’s also really fucking easy to hatE JESUS

2. If Dean didn’t exist neither would this blog??? I mean he’s the literal physical embodiment of a “shit foster father who has no respect for his wife and just no general morals for anybody god what a shithead” but if he didn’t exist we wouldn’t have this beautiful, accepting platform on which to hate the fuck out of him??? Thank you Dean for doing what you do best. Being a piece of moldy bread.

And I think that’s it thank you for ur time

anonymous asked:

Why am I to afraid to ask things with my name showing? Like, the introvert/extrovert question and this super akward compliment and a few other questions came all from me but I am terrified of the idea that I say something stupid and then you ( who probably doesn't even remember me) think of me as a creep. Whoops and now I feel odd again. Sorry for writing this much byyye.

First of all: Of course I remember you, dear! You are kind and lovely and I don’t know how other people think about this but to me it always means a lot if someone isn’t just here for the stuff I write (which is of course great as well) but also sees me as a person. You are in no way a creep and I really hope that my blog will at some point be a place where no one feels the need to hide their face!
You can always message me, other than send an ask, but take your time, I just want you to know that I appreciate every single one of you so much.

art theft in the phandom

This morning I woke up to several panicked messages from friends letting me know that somebody had tweeted a drawing of mine, claimed that it was their own, and that Phil had ‘liked’ this stolen artwork on twitter:

This person not only had the gall to upload it and suggest that they’d made it, but they also criticised the way I had drawn his face and then accepted compliments from other people, as seen in this screenshot:

This drawing means a lot to me. Ready Player One has been my favourite novel for four years now, and I was thrilled when Phil first mentioned it in one of his liveshows. It’s not a particularly well-known book, and it made me so happy to hear that Phil also enjoyed it.

I spent nine hours on that drawing. Nine hours hunched over that damn graphics tablet with a cramping hand and shoulders. I constantly redrew the pose even though I suck at anatomy because I wanted it to be perfect. I worked right into the early hours of the morning because I didn’t want to stop. I was so excited. I knew that Phil would enjoy this drawing.

The only other time I’ve been noticed by Dan or Phil was in 2015, when I tweeted another artwork at Phil. He ‘liked’ it and I almost had a heart attack.  It was an incredible feeling and I wanted to feel that again.
Everybody here knows how difficult it is to be noticed by Dan and Phil. Most people never get it. I was certain that this artwork would be recognised, and I was correct. It just wasn’t in the way that I wanted it to be.

The art thief deleted the tweet after being called out (they haven’t apologised or answered any of my messages yet), and I’ve posted my drawing again in an attempt to have it rightfully credited to me. Despite my best efforts, I doubt that Phil will see it again, or, if he does, I don’t know whether he’ll act. The pride and accomplishment that I felt after completing this drawing has been marred by this shitty, talentless person with low self-esteem and weak ethics. And what happened to me isn’t an isolated incident.

Take, for example, @phantheraglama and @maddox-rider’s constant struggle with people who repost their art. Or when @arctoids and @incaseyouart discovered that their work was traced and used in Dan’s The Urge video. I was there when @pinofs found themselves in a situation similar to mine, when Dan liked a tweet from someone who traced their drawing. 

It’s not limited to ‘art’ artists either. Some of my friends, @phansdick, @insanityplaysfics and @crescendohowell have their incredible phanfiction reposted constantly. @moaninghowell, @themostfuniveverhad and @moonlitdan’s edits have been stolen and posted, too. And this isn’t everyone. These are only the people I’m aware of, and the ones who are lucky enough to have had their plight seen by others. There are many, many other artists who don’t have enough followers to be noticed, or who never get the recognition they deserve because the thief has more followers than they do, and anything they say is overshadowed by that.

After scouring through copyright and code of conduct laws for various social media, I’ve learnt that unfortunately there is nothing you can really do except report the problem and hope that staff are able to delete the offending post. Since most phan artists don’t actually legally buy a copyright, we are completely reliant on the decency of others to prevent art theft from occurring. Most of the phandom is great and works to support artists, but unfortunately, the bad eclipses the good. The ‘good’ majority is irrelevant when there are ‘bad’ people out there, doing bad things.

So how do you stop this from happening? You can’t. There are, however, ways to make it harder for people to actually steal your art, a lesson I wish I had taken to heart before this happened.

1. Put your watermark in a noticeable place and make it your username, not your actual name. Write it somewhere that has a distinctive pattern or colours that are hard to replicate so that nobody can brush over it easily.

2. Specify in your caption what you’d like done with your art. Every artist is different – some are okay with people reposting their art with credit, others aren’t. Make sure you tell people what you want, as many people repost things with the good intention of getting it more recognition. 

3. If all else (including nicely messaging them) fails, report the shit out of the person.

And to anyone who has ever stolen art, know this: Your way of getting recognised by Dan and Phil is crap. Any reblog, like, note or compliment that you get is OURS. None of that goodness is directed to you. You have done nothing but shit on the hard work and achievements of other people. You’re the scum of the phandom.

I think that Vic, from @incaseyouart, phrased it really well: It takes many years to develop a fine skill such as drawing, because to learn is to develop your style by referencing other artists and material. Tracing and reposting someone’s image, and other forms of art theft, are cheap ways of reproducing art. It is plagiarism of great effort. Not only does it steal from the original artist’s feelings of accomplishment and pride over their creation, it also discourages proper skill development. Do not repost, create. Do not steal, learn.

I hope that we can start up a discussion about art theft again. I really don’t want anyone else to go through this stressful and disheartening experience.

Update: The person has apologised and seems to regret what they’ve done. Phil also liked my post on Twitter again! Thanks to everyone who helped, and Phil for seeing the issue and fixing it :) Even though this was a win for me, unfortunately art theft is still a huge issue. Let’s not forget that.

i just want to choose something small every day to fall in love with. how often do i really just like… study the heck out of a sunbeam. learn a new word and find out how to use it, teach it to others. watch birds because birds are nice. find a new favorite color. to find out something about each person in my life to compliment them on that’s genuine and better than “you’re pretty,” i mean realizing they always get water for other people before they sit down at lunch or how neat their notes are or how they always have a good pun. i want to listen harder and talk a little less and say more important stuff. and i want to watch out for stuff to just obsess over like a cool cloud or a tree and just. learn stuff from people. ask more questions about how her hair is so silky and just. fall in love with everybody.