i try to believe

Barbara, I did do it. I did try to… fuck her (laughs). You’d better believe it and when that fuckin’ ho, when that nasty diesel abolition oaky smokey bull dagger diesel dyke came in, she came into my house after having gone on the most arduous, tempestuous fitness journey and she, y'know, she shed that gothmer(?) caftan in the light of my boudoir, and her abs showed'th. Well, not really, I mean they weren’t super developed but she had a great bod and a huge fuckin’ deep freezer on the back of a minivan ass and I said ‘you gotta let me pound that keister man’ and she wouldn’t do it so I tried three more times and I think that she did- we did sort of… Snuggle, kind of like, like wrapped, like we were a couple of pieces of seaweed washed up on Hampton Beach and East Coasters know it’s real gross, and um, and we giggled into each other’s necks but no penetrative intercourse was had despite my best efforts but you know what, though? Hey, listen. You know what lasts longer than love? Money. Right, yeah. And in this economy, I am willing to Thelma and Louise it off that fiscal cliff with that ho any day. She’s the one I think of when I get out of bed in the morning and I go 'whhhhy’ and then I think of her and I’m like (white girl voice) 'why not? Whatever, it’s fun, ya’.
—  Katya, talking about Trixie

My mom’s so wild. When I’m at an even temperament she’s like “oh you’re not mentally ill, you have great control of your emotions”. And when I refer to myself as mentally ill she rolls her eyes, but when I’m severely depressed she’s like “you need to go see a doctor and get medicated, you need help”. She also still refuses to believe I’m bipolar even though I’ve been diagnosed for over half a year by 3 different doctors (and been showing the signs for years). But when I’m manic she’s always threatening to have me committed or saying “you’re scaring me, why are you acting like this?” Gee, I have no ideaaa 😒She’s also the sort to believe PTSD is a myth or that people who suffer from it should just “get over it”, so talking to her about my experiences is a no-go.

Archie sighed and put down the pen he had. He has been trying to keep writing for a song he had in mind to at least keep himself occupied while he tried to get used to this new area, but nothing came up. “It’s never gonna work…” Archie murmured to himself, scratching his head.

anonymous asked:

You said lucio/symmetra was your ultimate otp...i'm intrigued by it but since there's so little around I haven't fully gotten into it! Could you share some of your thoughts on it o: ? i'm definitely interested on what you think their dynamic is like! I know you said you wanted people to tell you about their ships but I can't stop wondering about this ship since you mentioned it...

ur all horrible enablers, shame on u

If I put all my feelings about this ship in a book, it’d look like that book where that one dude printed out all of Wikipedia, so instead have some headcanons I have on their dynamic (and also this turned out a bit longer than anticipated)

  • They’re way more similar than they think they are and everytime someone points it out they both argue like siblings when someone tells them they look alike.

  • Like, let me give a brief description and you try to guess whom I’m talking about: Super idealistic, believes in a better world for everyone. Wants to make people’s lives better and cares deeply about the suffering of others. Comes from a very poor family but has risen above that by virtue of their talents. An artist and uses their artistic skill in their fighting style. Has strong ideals and is prepared to face overwhelming opposition for them.

  • I think on some level they’re aware of how much they have in common but in the beginning they refuse to face the facts, because they do not want to be associated with someone like that.

  • And they hate each other. And, as everyone knows, hate is an attractional force. It’s not like disgust where you try to stay away from the other person. No, they hate each other and everytime they’re in roughly the same spot (like, a continent) they inevitably end up finding and shouting at each other over everything they could possibly disagree over.

  • And there’s a lot they disagree about and they miraculously find more everytime they argue.

  • If Satya says she likes a movie, Lúcio will hate it by default and argue with her about all the problematic shit in it and of course an evil heartless demon like her would like that movie. If Lúcio dies his hair blue for Christmas, Satya will change her entire wardrobe because the colour blue is so unsophisticated and simplistic, she can’t be seen dead with it.

  • And there’s a breaking point somewhere, because both of them know they don’t have all the answers and the other isn’t all wrong in their accusations. Lúcio breaks down someday because damn her, Satya is right, the people in his favela are still poor, they are still hungry and thirsty, still sick and unable to pay the hospital bills, still miserable and he doesn’t know how to fix it, and maybe Vishkar would have fixed it and maybe giving up their freedom wouldn’t have been too high a price to pay.

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A short list of words you can replace "boss" with in hetalia fanfiction

Prime Minister
Lord protector

Warning: unfortunately you can’t use any of them, you need to check which one will be accurate, but don’t stop trying, I believe in you


do i believe that the answer is still
blowing in the wind? 
do i believe that there are good times 
rolling babe, just around the bend?
do i believe that with a little more love now,
all our troubles end? 

here i am trying to believe in myself
and be a little good be a little good 
be a little good to my friends 

[ I can’t believe after all this years and trying to remind myself that no one actually gives a crap about me I’m still buying that bullshit ugh I hate you, when will you fucking learn you stupid ringtail]

[ I’m going to fight you all no one mess with Santana Lopez. NO ONE.

I’m eating a donut for breakfast trying to make myself believe I’m in a good mood but in reality this fucking rainy weather is making me want to punch somebody like where tf is the sun help

today i may be breaking and fuck some days i cannot breathe and other days this life i contemplate to leave but look fam i’m trying to believe why can’t you see, why can’t i be me, why can’t i be free? obstacles have come my way and i swear i kill to wake up every single day and push all the pain away and i put my hands to my head to say bismillah and i pray and i’m on my knees begging please, lord my arms don’t have strength to bleed and everyone’s just coming for me. i always try to do good but i’m just always misunderstood and i do all that i could and all that i would but never all that i should and that leaves me like a piece of broken wood. i am hurting my and my lungs are burning why can’t you understand every mistake is me learning because sometimes good things aren’t working and all you do is bring me down, bring me to the ground and now i can’t smile now.
—  TheSmilingAkh

please be gentle with yourself. you’re trying. if it’s taking you longer than you thought to achieve something or get somewhere that’s okay. try not to compare yourself to others too much because not everyone gets to where they need to be right away. you’re alive that’s what matters. keep trying. you’ll get there.

Each morning is a new opportunity to try again. There’s nothing wrong with taking a break, so long as you never give up on yourself. You got this :))

oh wow look at those two go