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She didn’t have to speak to say that she had lost someone she loved.

You could see it in her dark circles, chapped lips, and messy hair.

You could see it in the way she stopped trying to take care of herself, and how she took on bad habits.

When she rolls around in her bed, sleepless, she makes sure to stay on her side of the bed

In case, he ever comes back.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #32 // @loveactivist

…so @reallycorking and I actually talked about this a decent amount in the later stages of working on Heart of the Jungle because really, Hinata’s hair would grow out while he was preoccupied with things like living in trees and kissing Tobio. His hair does get longer if you look through the art, yup! 

Anyway, we lack self control, so have some jungle boy domesticity <3

The jungle was a magnificent place, filled with wonders the likes of which Hinata never could have imagined. The year he’d spent expecting to leave it had been tempered by reservations, by his reluctance to truly fall in love, both with the trees, and with Tobio. But now that he’d been freed of those worries, he found that the world had opened up around him, to finally let him see its true self.

Hinata fell, deeper and deeper. He ran as wild as his new home.

For all its natural beauty, however, there were still some things to which he was growing accustomed. One aspect of jungle life constantly made itself known, as he swung through the trees, the ground blurring past far, far below him. He reached out to grab the next vine, and his hair billowed straight into his eyes and mouth. He spluttered, blinded, shaking his head vigorously.

Hinata had never had long hair in his life, but it had grown so now, past his chin and a little over his shoulders. He could shear it off with a particularly sharp rock, but still hadn’t gotten around to it. If he was being completely honest with himself, he’d ended up holding off, after it had become apparent that Tobio certainly didn’t mind it long, judging by how often his hands strayed to touching it, fingers tangling and stroking and brushing.

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• 4//26//17 •

🌱hello! I’m roro, your local free-range latina 🌿this is my first “bujo” post • idk why i choose to finally be organized in the end of april but you know, late is better than never •

• i’m a junior (grade 11) in the usa and i’m in a few AP classes • i hate my school and all of the people there but i’m tryna graduate so i still put effort in this bullshit •

hobbies • dancing, drawing, listening to music, writing curse words in pretty font, animals are fun, eating too much • vegan life ✌🏽 •

• i have like 500 mental disorders (related to anxiety) • so you will probably see a lot of things here that will make you say “same” • it’s tumblr, we’re all fuck-ups • 🌱i hope you like my new bujo🌿

anonymous asked:

how long have you been studying for? also, do you know any good study tips?

This ask came at a perfect time because I actually just finished writing the faq i swore id never make lol

Ill write some tips for you too tho boo
1. Learn from as many sources as possible
2. Learn things youre interested in
3. Try to do your every day hobbies in korean
4. Learn to do things independently. Learn how to effectively use the dictionary.
5. Do something every day
6. Keep variety in your study
7. Do things little by little regularly, instead of in big chunks irregularly
8. Dont be shy to talk to koreans. You gotta get over that shyness/embarassment if you ever want to learn!
9. Learn using a variety of media types
10. Love yourself

anyone ever just, like, stop, arrested from the fact that tumblr is this weird space where you know all of these strangely intimate details (their family problems, their favourite colour, the way they employ capitalization to convey emotion, the kinks they write, whatever) about all of these people you’ve never met and sometimes never interacted with beyond having hit “follow” on their icon however long ago?

i mean. there are blogs i follow that i never reblog from, for whatever reason, but i follow regardless and read their personal posts and their tags and stuff. friends, or something. an echo in the void, maybe.

Intimate Stranger!
I chase the unknown memory
of your perfume on the air.
We met in dreams that
I promptly forgot,
and now I am left
aching for the loss of you.

I stopped knowing what to think about myself the day that you told me that I was the only thing on your mind. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I ever had a real opinion on myself before you. I existed, and that was sort of all there was. I just didn’t have to wonder if this part of me was good enough or if that part of me was pretty enough or if that last part of me was smart enough when I’d been convinced that no one ever noticed me.
—  🖤

They say if you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s yours.

Well I’ve been coming back to you every single time, but you still insist on letting me go.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #28 // @loveactivist

You’re gonna meet one great girl in this life. And from the moment you meet her, you’ll know she’s trouble. She’s gonna be weird, she’s gonna have attitude. She’s gonna make you do things you haven’t done. She’ll make you see things, she’ll make you feel.

You’re gonna love her against reason. But somewhere in the middle, she’s gonna get tired of everything. Don’t leave. Because if you do, I promise you, you’re gonna live every day of your life looking back and regretting why you never took the chance. Just stand by her, do not give up. Because you know.. You knew from the moment you met her…she’s worth it.

—  LA // excerpt from a book I’ll never write

“I’m still trying to figure it all out.”

“Figure what out?”

“Everything. Me. You. Us. Global warming. Life itself.” She laughs quietly.

“You can’t possibly figure all that out by yourself.”

“You over looked my point.” She rolls her eyes.

He just looks at her confused.

She sighs. “I’m trying to figure me out. I’m trying to figure out how you play into my life. I want to know why being with you was the only thing I ever understood.”

—  Adrian D Epps // An Unfinished Love Story
I don’t know how many times I said: “I can’t do this anymore”. If somebody heard me say it over and over again in all those years, they would probably react like this: “not again” and roll their eyes. But I can tell you one thing, my friend, it never feels less heavy. Every time this sentence appears in my head, in my mouth, in my heart - every time it feels like my soul is ripping itself apart because she knows it hurts less to die than to be alive.
—  dewdropheart 
Darling, I hope that you’ll meet someone who always knew what you deserve. From the things you wanted to feel to the words you needed to hear. I hope you will meet someone who will not mock you—laugh at you when you started blurting out all the crazy things that touched your heart. Someone who will not walk away from you when you started telling them about all the precious things—that runs through your mind. I hope you will meet someone who will not only promise you to stay, but also do everything just to keep you with them. I hope you will meet someone who will embrace every little piece of you. Someone who understands your passion and supports you in loving it . And if you meet that someone, I hope that there will be mutual feelings between the two of you. That even if you are the moon and he is the sun, both of you will always remember that you always light each other’s life. That when you get tired, he will always be there to lift you up—and the same thing as for you to him. I hope you will find someone who will make you feel all the best things you deserve to experience. Because like other people in this world, you deserve to be genuinely happy, even if you thought that you will never be.
—  ma.c.a // Sunlight and Moonlight, Makes a Day


Don’t stare at me because it gives me hope.
Don’t give me hope because it makes me happy.
Don’t make me happy because it makes me fall.
Don’t make me fall because it hurts.
Don’t hurt me because I can’t hate you for it.
Don’t make me not hate you because I should.

Don’t stare because it make me think you feel the same, even the smallest things give me hope.

—  Pathetic girl in love

Sometimes I go to bed early to avoid being sad for the night, but I always end up waking up feeling empty.

I go to use the bathroom, and as I walk there I’m having a panic attack for no absolute reason. Something is jittering around in my chest. I’m making myself freak out.

Laying back down, I wanna have a mental break down again.

It’s not that anything bad has happened.


I think my body and mind knows that I need the world to stop for a second, for a minute, for an hour, for a couple of days.

I need a break from life.

—  4am // @loveactivist
1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
I wish I could read a book on what it would take to get you to fall in love. And I wish I could download an app that told me when you were happy or mad or jealous or confused. And I wish I could look up at the stars and they’d tell me what to say to you and when to say it. Because you’re a little too complicated for someone who likes things simple and I know you think I’m good at solving puzzles but I need something- just one thing- to be a little bit easier right now.

And yes,
I wouldn’t
myself for
anybody else,
but for you,
I would.

I would have
for you.

—  ma.c.a // A thing you’ll do for love
It took me a long time to realize that wanting to throw myself off a building, cut my wrists, hang myself or swallow a handful of pills wasn’t okay. That it wasn’t okay that I was feeling that way. That it wasn’t okay that some people made me feel that way. It wasn’t okay that my teenage years were spent trying to survive instead of living. It wasn’t okay that I thought that everyone and everything thing would be better off without me because the truth is it’s okay to not be okay and it’s okay to ask for help. Its okay to want to be happy. Most importantly, it’s okay to love myself even when no one else does.
—  Recovery

You asked why I’ve been taking pills lately.

I told you it’s to help me sleep.

The pills help me stay asleep instead of having to wake up feeling empty.

—  4am // @loveactivist

For a very long time I thought that loving you was the only thing I was good at. I thought it was the only thing I would e v e r be good at. Now it’s four months later and I realise that I was never good at loving you, but I was amazing at other things.

Like writing.
Making friends.
Being a friend.

I realised that while I was amidst loving you I forgot what it was like to be myself. So while I may continue to love you, I know that loving you isn’t the most important thing I’ll ever do with my life. And let me tell you, that knowledge makes me feel lighter than air.

—  Adrian D Epps

We can’t be together!“

“Why because no one wants us together?”

“Yes and things would just be better if we ended it right now”

“So everyone else can be happy?”


“What about you huh, will you be happy?”


“What matters more your happiness or theirs?

—  Tenari Ioapo // Excerpt from a book I may write.