My little sister was in tears today because she was wearing her hair naturally to school. She told me that she didn’t want to because people at her school always made fun of her or laughed at her when she did (including her friends and teacher). She said that she hates her hair and that she wishes it wasnt like how it is. I tried telling her that people would kill to have hair like hers. She didn’t believe me and said that no one wants hair like hers and that she hates it. We live in a predominately white neighborhood, so shes used to seeing white girls with flowing hair. She feels as thought their hair is prettier than hers. I know this is a bit stupid and all but, could you guys reblog this and share some positivity so that I can show her that she is loved and that her hair is beautiful and she should never be ashamed?
I think one of my favorite things about Tina Belcher is that whenever she imagines herself in a fantasy situation (mostly involving Jimmy Jr.) she always looks the same. She’s not skinnier, she’s not older, she’s not prettier. She’s just herself and she’s totally okay with that. I wish I could be that secure.
It’s Adam Parrish’s birthday and since he’s a character that has made me bite my fingernails and yell at the page and grin like an idiot and maybe even get a moist eye or two (this despite being spoiled to his ending), here are some of my favorite Adam moments in (I think) chronological order:
You’ve always felt something more than friendship towards Damon Salvatore, but you felt like he was always so busy pining after Elena that he wouldn’t even notice you. Yourself and Damon get the chance to spend the day together and it’s so much fun, but you weren’t expecting the day to take the turn that it did.
I fell fast and hard for Stiles Stilinski. Maybe it was because he was the funniest person on this planet, maybe it was because he was incredibly clever or maybe because he wrinkled his nose so unbelievably cute when he laughed.
From the first day I met him, I knew that he had the biggest crush on the fabulous Lydia Martin. Plus, even if Scott hadn’t mumbled to me when she walked by us during lunch break that the brown haired boy had strong feelings towards the strawberry blonde since the third grade, I would have known nonetheless. It was the way he looked at her. Like the way you look at the first flower you see bloom after a long, dark winter. Stiles looked at Lydia as if she put the stars up in the sky.
“hello again! my last quotes post was pretty popular, so i thought this might be a good opportunity to introduce more people to the wonders of persian poetry. obviously they sound prettier in farsi, but the messages are wonderful nonetheless. i bought a few poetry collections while i was in iran in the summer so i’m just posting quotes from there, apologies if the translations aren’t perfect
“i wish i could show you when you are lonely or in the darkness the astonishing light of your own being”
“even after all this time the sun never says to the sky, ‘you owe me’, look what happens with a love like that. it lights the whole sky”
“the words you speak build the house you live in”
“stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive”
“an awake heart is like a sky that pours light”
“you yourself are your own obstacle, rise above yourself”
“you have escaped the cage. your wings are stretched out. now fly.”
“remember the entrance door to the sanctuary is inside you”
“let yourself be silently drawn by the stronger pull of what you really love”
“why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?”
“let the beauty we love be what we do”
“the wound is the place where the light enters you”
“if all you can do is crawl, start crawling”
“being a candle is not easy: in order to give light one must burn”
“the art of knowing is knowing what to ignore”
“with life as short as a half taken breath, don’t plant anything but love”
“i am neither of the east or of the west, no boundaries exist within my chest”
“every story is us”
“but all this world is like a tale we hear; men’s evil, and their glory, disappear”
“on the ant bearing the grain bring not strife, he is alive and joyous is sweet life”
“i am deathless… for i have spread the seed of the word”
“have patience. all things are difficult before the become easy.”
“a man is insensible to the relish of prosperity ‘til he has tasted adversity”
“if a gem falls into the mud it is still valuable”
attar of nishapur
“the sea will be the sea whatever’s the drop’s philosophy”
“he who would know the secret of both worlds, will find the secret of them both, is love”
“a hair divides what is true and what is false”
“be happy for this moment. this moment is your life.”
“pass, therefore, not today in vain, for it will never come again”
“when i want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, i look back”
“a thoughtful soul to solitude retires”
“one thing at least is certain- this life flies; one thing is certain and the rest is lies; the flower that once has blown forever dies”
Original Request by Anon: The reader is an elf who joined the company at Rivendell and she and Kíli have mutual feelings for each other. When they arrive in Mirkwood, Kíli becomes smitten with Tauriel and the reader begins to doubt His feelings for her. After they escape she gets stabbed in the leg with a morgul blade. When Kíli tries to help her she pushes him away. After they are healed in Laketown she tries to depart and Kíli stops her, but she hasn’t quite forgiven him yet…
“Come on, Y/N, just
come to the club with us” your best friend Jack whined. He had a pout on his
face and looked at you with his blue puppy eyes. Those piercing blue eyes you
could never say no to. And he knew it.
“Stop pulling that
trick on me!” You said with a smile, trying to get out of it. All he did was
coming closer and pouting more, locking your eyes with his. Every single step
he took made your heart beat a little bit faster, almost as if you were afraid
he’d get to close. At a certain point he comes so close that your noses are
almost touching, and it’s all you needed to be pushed over the edge.
“Fine, I’ll come.” You
blurted out with a sigh.
“Yes, I knew it’d
work! It’ll be fun!” Of course it’d be fun. For him, not so much for you. In
the two years you had known him, you had never really seen him as just a
friend. From the moment you met him, he had given you butterflies and every
time you two hung out, you fell for him even more. Mainly because you got to know
all of Jack, not just the man in front of the camera. You had seen him at his
best and at his worst, you got to know his sensitive side. That was what made
you fall for him in every possible way. Two years long already you were
successful in hiding it, and you were not planning on giving it up any time
soon, because you were one hundred percent sure he did not feel the same way.
Going clubbing with
Jack and the boys was never really a pleasure, at least not after an hour or
two. In the beginning it always went down well: you were just a group of
friends enjoying yourselves, dancing to the music and singing along to all of
the songs. Nonetheless, after a while the boys would get distracted by the
attractive girls surrounding them and their attention would shift from their
friends to them. Especially Jack was very good at this, doing honour to his
reputation. Not all of them were searching for girls all the time, it were usually
only two or three of them, Jack of course being part of it mostly. And it broke
your heart every single time. That’s why you mostly refused going with them,
but you just couldn’t say no to Jack.
Arriving at the club,
you tried to put your feelings aside and enjoy yourself. The night was still
young and who knows, it could be different. Maybe Jack would have his eyes on
you for once… You were proven wrong soon after, as a very attractive girl
approached him and he gladly took his chance. Although you were kind of
enjoying yourself before, your mood quickly changed and all you wanted is to go
home. Yet you couldn’t, because you promised Jack you’d take him home. If that
would be necessary after all…
“You know, it’d be a
whole lot easier if you’d just tell him.” Mikey sat down next to you, ripping
you out of your thought bubble.
“Tell him what?”
“It’s kind of obvious
that he’s more than just a friend to you, Y/N. The way you look at him… You’re
also staring at him the whole time.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Just buy me another drink,
Mikey.” You didn’t mean to be rude to him, but it just hurt to know that he had
noticed. That meant that Jack probably had noticed as well, proving once more
that he did not feel the same way.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t
mean it like that.” You apologised. You knew he was only trying to be nice and do the
“Come on, let’s join
the others and dance. It would be a waste of the night to sit here and do
nothing.” You let Mikey drag you back to the group, and you decided you would
be enjoying yourself. Luckily the boys were already drunk enough to make a fool
out of themselves and for the first time that night you actually enjoyed
yourself. After a while you noticed that Jack had joined the group again, without
the girl. He was dead drunk, which was probably also the reason why the girl
had left him.
“Come on, Jack, I’m
taking you home.” You said, while supporting the boy as he could barely stand
on his legs.
Getting him back to
his apartment wasn’t exactly an easy task. As the rest of the group had decided
to stay a little longer at the club, you were on your own and as he was almost
incapable of walking himself, you had to use everything in your power to get
him there. Once in his apartment, you headed straight for the bedroom, where he
just dropped himself on the bed and closed his eyes. After taking of his shoes,
you made your way out of the bedroom.
“Y/N?” You heard him
“You’re the best.” You
cracked a little smile, before turning off the lights and closing the door
behind you, the tears burning in your eyes. You cursed yourself for being so
weak, for having feelings for someone that would never feel the same.
As it was already too
late to return to your own apartment, you tried making yourself comfortable on
his couch, like you’d always do after a night out. Normally you’d fall asleep
almost immediately, but this time was different. Mikey’s words kept spooking
around through your mind. You knew he was right, you had to tell him, it would
be so much easier. But wouldn’t it ruin your friendship as well? These demons
kept you up all night and it tore you apart. You eventually decided that you
would tell him, because you could no longer bear with constantly seeing him
Sunk deep in your
thoughts, you stared out of his living room window for hours and hours without
having a second of sleep. You kept repeating in your head what you would say.
You saw the sun rise and heard birds singing their song, you saw the city of
London get back to life. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t
hear Jack coming in the living room.
“Wow, you look like
you’ve been hit by a truck.” He chuckled at the sight of you.
“I’ve been up all
night, I’ve had no sleep at all.” You tried to avoid looking into his eyes, or
just looking at him. Morning after Jack had always been your week spot.
“Why not?” He asked.
“Because…” you sighed
and plucked your courage to tell him. “Because I’m sick of hiding. I’m sick of
constantly pretending like I don’t care when you hook up with yet another girl.
Because I do. I do care and it simply hurts to see the one you’ve been having a
thing for, for roughly two years, hook up with others that are way prettier
than you, knowing you will never have a chance with him. I can’t do this
anymore, Jack, I’m sorry. You’re a really good person and I love being around
you. You really are one of my best friends, but I wish it could be more. And I
know that you don’t feel the same way, so I’m just going to make it easy for
both of us and leave.”
A stunned Jack was
looking at you with a confused look on his face. The tears burning in your
eyes, you made your way to the door, not caring to look back.
“Y/N, wait! You’re
just going to walk out on me, just like that? Throwing away two years of an
amazing friendship? Just because you’re jealous of other girls?” You were
shocked by his words, not expecting them to be this harsh.
“Yes, Jack, that’s
exactly what I’m doing. I knew this was a mistake…” You hissed through your
teeth, slightly agitated by the way he had answered. You started walking again,
further to the door, when he grabbed your wrist and turned you back around.
“I wasn’t finished yet.”
He let out a sigh before continuing to talk. “I’m not allowing you to do that.
You’re not going to walk out of my life just like that. There is one thing I
want to make clear to you for once and for all: these girls mean nothing to me,
just like I mean nothing to them. The only girl that really matters to me is
you. You’re the only one that cared to look further than that guy in front of
the camera. You’ve seen me at my worst, you showed me how to find myself when I
needed it the most. You’ve come into my life and I seriously can’t imagine it
without you. Hooking up with all of these people was just a way for me to
forget about the one thing I thought I could never have: You.”
Now it was your turn
to be confused. He actually felt the same way all along? You didn’t have much
time to think as he came closer to lock his lips with yours. On this very
moment you wished you had told him a long time ago, but none of that really mattered,
as you had finally got what you wanted.
A/N: Another imagine online, whoop whoop! It’’s a rather long one, but I really hope that you all like it! My requests are open for those who want me to write one :)