i still do my hair like that sometimes

Maybe I do still think about you a hundred times a day. Maybe I do still think of you when I do certain things, like wear my hair that way you loved or listen to a song you showed me. Maybe I do still cry sometimes, pieces of my heart rolling down my cheeks as fast as rivers. Maybe I do still feel that last kiss on my lips some days. Maybe I do still say your name a little sweeter than his. Maybe I am still struggling to let go. But at the end of even my very worst days, days when I saw memories of you everywhere I went, only heard your name in every story someone told, I’m still a little less broken than when you left me. I can breathe. I can laugh. I can get out of bed, put on my makeup, and make it through the day without crying all of it off. I can feel the cracks you left healing, feel my mind pushing you out a little more every day. I know I will wake up one day, maybe in a month, maybe in 10 years, but one day I will wake up next to someone who loves me just as much as I love them. Someone who will recognize that when I love, I love with everything in me. I don’t believe in holding back. I will give him everything, and he’ll love the good, and he’ll love that I’m honest about the bad. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I talk so much, and that my laugh echoes off the walls. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I’m clingy because he knows that texting him every 20 minutes when we’re apart is my way of saying that he’s the most important person in my phone. He’ll spend his whole life loving my big eyes and watching the colors change. He’ll spend his whole life loving my arms around him, and my late night “I love you"s, and my random bursts of goofy that he’ll never understand but he’ll love that it keeps him on his toes. He’ll spend his whole life loving all the things you did, but he’ll love them enough to know that someone like me can’t be replaced, and he’ll know better than to let me feel unloved. He’ll spend his whole life loving all of me. And on that day that I wake up next to him, I won’t remember the boy who took my love for granted when I was 17. But trust me, you’ll remember me. A small piece of you will always remember me.
—  I’m irreplaceable, you’re a dime a dozen
Thin

The scale said 347
My heart says its five o clock somewhere
Is it really a bulimic episode if I’m in, like, season ten and have a loyal fanbase?
This is an ode to the chest hairs on my left pec that form a heart
This is an ode to the camera panning down full body nude that sometimes looks alright
This is an ode to all the people who said they weren’t like other people, that they wouldnt judge, but still left me on the bench.
Sortof
My mother hugs me and tells me to stay on my diet
My friends on ‘roids and tells me I should try it
My pants dont fit and shorts do
And shorts do
So do shorts
And shorts
What the fuck, it’s the middle of winter
At least noone questions the hoodies now
I am 6'3" and enough pounds that my doctor emails me and so so tired.
She flinches when I kiss her and I know my body is now too close to /his/ size
I realize that is niether of our responsibilities but…
I kinda liked kissing her
But she cried last time
Im too
Big
And
Too
Big
And
Too
Mike
And
And
And
At least noone questions the hoodies when its cold out
I hold out, hoping for my cotton cocoons to morph me into some butterfly bodytype that doesnt disgust you.
That lets me fly so far away from here
But I guess I’d rather send you pictures of it when you’re horny than talk about what made me this way.
She used to softly kiss the stretchmarks on my skin and tell me I was wonderful.
I took my shirt off in public last year.
It was a mistake I won’t soon make again.

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(Tagged by these beautiful people: @deadshotbellamy @arkadiabellarke @nowwesurvive @bellamyblakesgun @iamkstewteam @nancybvers thank u!!)

GOSH my hair looks ridiculous today. Sometimes it frizzes up, sometimes it’s wavy and other times it’s pin straight, sigh I’m blaming it on Sydney weather (it’s been storming for like a week and a half now)

Anyway, here I am in a room with way too much light b/c it’s still morning over here! I’m writing another bellarke meta (surprise, surprise) and trying not to think about Bellamy risking his life today,,,but it’s really not working whoops

Tagging these cuties: @bellamyblakesus @bellamyslaugh @allisonaergents @starkdelinquents @bellamyaugustus if u do it, tag me so I can see ur gorgeous faces!! but no pressure, of course ^-^

Happy The 100 day everybody!

anonymous asked:

I found your CC finds blog. I have a question, you rebloged some things that look semi alpha. Are you a mixed Cc person? Like you have Maxis Match and Alpha? Or do you just reblog cute CC for people? Sorry if this doesn't make sense <3

i download mostly mm but sometimes some alpha cc eg. jewelry, makeup and sometimes clothing because it can still look quite mm but i would never use alpha hair or skins say.. my cc finds blog isn’t really user friendly it’s just a record of what i saw and liked on sssvitlans so i can go back and download it! don’t feel obliged to follow it’s a mess LOL

I want to be there for the silence
breaking only to sounds of skin
grazing skin like a hiss of dryness.

I want to be there as time stands still
and I’ll be listening to the water dripping from the ceiling
while I remember everything like a long story.

Our feet dancing on creaking floorboards
the cold wood, the warm feet,
the way music makes things seem softer somehow:

my fingers tucking your hair behind your ear,
the warm nape of your neck,
the way my tongue rolls when I say your name.

I’m a system generated by desire.
My entire existence is calculated
between thinking about things and doing them.

I’m a man made of rose petals
and I dance sometimes to the sorrows of bluegrass,
and my hands always reach out in the dark

for you. Call me flawed,
call me basic. I’ve got the palm of my hand
clenched tightly with yours.

And the hours will just pass me by.

—  Lover 1.0/ The art of love: touching by aye rah
  • Hook: thanks for healing my injuries, Swan
  • Hook: and... my clothes?
  • Hook: wait, did you fix my hair too?
  • Hook: why are my pants so tight?
  • Hook: where did my shirt buttons go?
  • Hook: why do I feel so---
  • Hook: did you poof away my undergarments Swan?
  • Emma:
  • Hook:
  • Emma:
  • Emma: well uh look my magic is still a little erratic okay, sometimes it just... does... things
  • Emma: but I'm learning! Baby steps, right?
  • Hook: right
  • Hook:
  • Emma:
  • Hook: now to be perfectly clear, when you say "baby steps"...
  • Emma: listen the house was like this when I got here

aradibaa  asked:

how do u draw hair i like how its cartoony but still acts naturally its really pleasing to look at

i’ll post an actual small tutorial if people want that?? but later for now heres what i tend to think about when drawing hair

1. texture, i normally have a very specific finger-to-hair feel about the hair im drawing. i twirl my hair a lot, so sometimes i think literally about “how would this feel in my hands”. its not just straight or curly, theres thickness of the hair and thickness of the individual strands thats important too.

2. layers like heck yo. hair is STYLED. in order for it to be interesting it has to have dimension and not just lay off someones head. it helps to try and think about the hair in locks, not so much about a bunch of strands together.

3. movement. think about how they got into the position they’re posing in, and the movement that got them there. that makes hair lay way more realistically on the head, if you make slight adjustments that imply movement. 

  • marinette: chat
  • chat: yes?
  • marinette: stop rubbing your head against my cheek you're not a real cat
  • chat: well how else am I supposed to demonstrate my platonic affections for you???
  • marinette: maybe like a normal human boy!!!
  • chat: ok [presses a sloppy wet kiss against marinette's cheek] how was that
  • marinette: [red in the face] YOU NEED TO LEAVE IMMEDEATLEY

Sometimes I get sad, but then I remember that Eric Bittle has canonically worn a dress.

(Also, I imagine that the Haus has hosted at least one murder mystery party [well actually, probably only one, if the Settlers of Catan Incident is to be believed]. 

Anyway, it’s set in a speakeasy and some of the SMH dudes have female characters because watchagunnado. Probably Shitty, Nursey, and Bitty all play women [Lardo has a gender-neutral role: she’s the inspector], but darlin’ Bits goes all out–naturally–and poor Jacques Laurent nearly has an aneurism.

Because of the historical inaccuracies, of course. Yeah…..)

So its been one whole week on Lexapro.
Do I feel better?… I really dont know.
I dont feel like im on the edge of killing myself but Im also not really okay…
Does that even make sense? Probably not.
I dont feel suicidal. I just feel over it and like sometimes it would be nice if I wasnt alive… my anxiety levels are still huge. I have left my house once or twice this week..
I still feel some side effects but nothing too bad. The really spaced out feeling is gone, but im still tired and sort of numb feeling.
I had my hair done today, which usually I would be super excited about, but I just feel like… bleh. I like it, but im not happy about it… I feel like it could be nicer… which is weird I always feel better after getting my hair done.
I then went to westfield with my mum and meet josh there for lunch, and mum bought koby this cute denim jacket and green chinos. So cute! And she also bought a portacot for her house because koby is staying there next friday night while we go to the footy season launch. Not over night, just for a few hours. So anxious about that.
Its non stop rained here for the past week, and its suppose to rain for the next 10days… yay…
I love the cooler weather though. And so does Koby. Hes such a hot sweaty baby.
Josh is ‘happy’ today. Apparently. He was being all loving and cute before he left for training. My mental health is effected by his actions majorly and i said something this arvo that hopefully made him think.
And I did sneakily mention he is a emotionally abusive too. But he said 'you emotionally abuse me!’ He couldnt tell me how though.
I just want to binge all the time the past week
😐😐
I want sara lee chocolate cake, a cadbury hazelnut chocolate block, some plain kettle chips, peanut m n m’s, oreos, bacon, hotdogs…..i could go on. 😭
Instead im going to drink my cold water and wait for my dinner which will probably be mashed potato because i cbf cooking vegan chilli con carne, plus joshs dinner (chicken rice and avo), plus joshs lunch (steak and mash)…. ahhhhh.

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Fairy Tail Chapter 482 Reaction

I really have to plan the quote bubbles before I draw it next time.

Notes:

  • Why the hell is the Ice Demon Slayer not just decimating the ice mage? Silver could do it! My theory is that Gray doesn’t want go Ice Demon Slayer mode because then his hair would look too similar to Lyon.
  • Laxus you respect the founders. Without them you would’ve lost your fight. Because apparently Yury helped you out….somehow…
  • JELLAL SCREEN TIME! YAS! Fun fact, Jer//za was the first couple I liked in Fairy Tail. Well to be specific, Siegrain and Erza.
  • I’m calling Erza’s mom(or whatever she is) Irene because that’s what the official translation says and I won’t remember Eileen. 
    • I still call Keyes, Keith, sometimes because of the fan translation.
    • Then again, Freed’s official translation is Fried so maybe I shouldn’t trust it.
    • I’m just going to say that if Irene is Erza’s mom, then the Springdoodle 12 is way too close with Fairy Tail. First Zeref and Natsu. Then Brandish and Lucy. 
  • You know what’s weird. I don’t dislike Neinheart. But I never drew him yet.

Finn,

I miss you. I miss you so much it gets a little overwhelming sometimes. Some mornings I sit by the window in the kitchen, the one that looks out at sea. I can almost see you walking back home like you did on Sunday mornings after a few hours of fishing. Sometimes I start crying without even realizing it, and I don’t think I can do it any longer; living without you is so hard. But then our son finds me, his voice groggy, his eyes tired, his hair a mess. He looks just like you.

He always knows what to do to cheer me up. He climbs on my lap and hugs me. He tells me dumb jokes that are only funny because they’re so bad, just like yours. Sometimes he falls asleep again in my arms, and I realize you’re not completely gone because I still have him. He smells like you; he acts like you; he looks like you. 

I miss you, Finn, even though it’s been six years since we lost you; I’ll never stop missing you. 

Love, Annie

I remember when my mom put my hair in “The Buns” when I was like 7 and I was excited because I was interested in makeup and fashion and shit and my mom was pretty and I loved her and being like her was good, right? And then Han got pissed because of his endless obsession/fear of me turning out to be gay (lol he was like partly right) and she wouldn’t do it again. And I tried to do it again by myself and got sad that I couldn’t. Sometimes she’d still let me try on her makeup and clothes but there was something about the hairstyle that just freaked my dad out or some shit so she never did it again. Maybe on some level it wasn’t just about worrying I was gay, but worrying that I’d turn out like her–high maintenance and somewhat sheltered (at least she was in the beginning.) A perfect little prince who was taught to parrot all the right words about democracy and peace. Not rugged or masculine enough for my father’s taste–too far removed from what he saw as “real life.” Idk. I miss my mom sometimes, but I’ll never forgive her for letting so many shitty things happen to me. I almost miss my dad sometimes in spite of him being an abusive sack of shit, but I won’t really let myself.

The boy with green hair

So this is one of my original stories, that I’m mostly just posting for @schembel to read. It’s unfinished, but I’m so proud of it 

Prologue

My grandma had green hair. Sometimes it was blue, purple or bright red, but mostly it was green. Other than that she was a completely ordinary grandma. She liked to knit sweaters, had no idea how to work with “all those technical thingies” and whenever I came over she would tell me how skinny I was and then promptly make me food.

Amazing woman, my grandma. I still miss her. Anyway, that’s not the point of this story. The point is that people with green hair, even old ladies like my grandma, can be completely ordinary boring people. But.. Sometimes they’re not.

Keep reading

I’d just like to take a minute and thank these two goofy idiots

Originally posted by comewatchklaine

for effectively ruining my ability to ship or emotionally invest in another couple. Every other show I watch, I’m just kinda “meh” about the couples on them and spoilers about what might happen just don’t bother me.  Toss me a vaguely worded Klaine spoiler, however, and it was like DEFCON 1 levels of panic.

So thanks, boys.  Sometimes I’m surprised I still have any hair left after 5 seasons of highs that were so freaking high and lows that nearly made me lose the will to live.  Would I do it again?  Yes.  Because look how pretty:

Originally posted by sumwhereonlyweknow

Originally posted by honey23pepper

anonymous asked:

I want a tattoo and I wanna dye my hair and also I want the look of that style where you shave one of the sides but like without the commitment (I still want to be able to wear it with both sides the same length sometimes) but I'm starting a new job where I have to look professional what do I do?

Kate: oh yikes ok bud so i have a bunch of tattoos and i just cut my hair into a small mohawk, so, like…. idk……… is your hair long? can you do an undercut but hide it? can you do tattoos but hide them? i have jobs where they dont care what i look like but also i live in seattle so its not an issue. and i’m an artist so i’m pretty much expected to look at least a little  alternative

Ella: I’m gonna leave this one to Kate.

anonymous asked:

Hi do you still do ships?:) I'm spanish, brown medium hair amd dark brown eyes. Im about 1'62 m. About personality I sometimes are melancholic and I like to be alone but when I'm with people I talk a lot. I also get easily angry or passionate with things I like or I stand for. Sometimes people say im a smartass but I'm sweet with the people I care xd anyways thank you and I love your blog

I ship you with Sigurd. 

The first thing Sigurd had noticed about you was how you stood away from the crowds at feasts. That was until a friend asked you to join the conversation, then you became more talkative. You seemed to enjoy yourself talking to your friends, but he could tell that you would rather be alone. 

When you two started courting each other Sigurd noticed how you can talk and talk about your passions. He loves to just sit and listen to you, and enjoys watching your face light up as you speak. He also loves that when someone talks horribly about something you love or believe in you get angry. You are not afraid to speak your mind, which he loves.

You two often expressed your sadness when you are alone. Together in a room away from everyone, you two will open up completely. Telling each other your darkest fears and what is on your mind. You both are happy that you can tell each other everything, for it would be awful if you could not. 

Sigurd loves you hair and your hair. You hair and dark eyes remind him of the land, and all the great things it holds. When you two go on raids together, your face always reminds him of home, and it helps him calm down. You keep him grounded, and he loves you for this.

Originally posted by princeubbe

weirdnewbie  asked:

I was the same as a kid. I wanted to play baseball, do karate and I played with the little hit wheels. Fun fact: When my mom was pregnant everyone thought I was gonna be a boy cause mom had a 'boy' stomach. To this day I'm still a bit tom-boyish

Fun fact #2: People were thinking I am a boy even when I was like five? I had a short hair and I acted like a boy, so I can’t blame them. Sometimes it was kinda funny.