i'll be myself again one day

One day I’ll learn to love again without holding back. I’ll love fully and unconditionally, as if my heart was still a delicate bouquet of freshly picked flowers. Despite being hurt so many times, I still believe in love and all the beautiful things it stands for. I believe there will be someone that teaches me that I can be happy without expecting consequences. That I will never cry myself to sleep at night wondering if I’m good enough. I believe I’ll forget the feeling of being lost because I’ll find someone who is home to me. I know the dark days will still exist but I have survived them all and today I stand taller than I have before. I’ll be ready to face the dark and demons again with someone that deserves to watch me learn how to love again and we’ll survive. Love will survive.
—  I’m still a believer

to @eisschirmchen ♥♥♥

Alles gute zum geburtstag, Happy birthday, Feliz cumpleaños :3!!~

(sorry for late xD)

I was looking your waldgeist art when I found these adorable headcanons about your AU and when I read the last one I imagined a scene like this and I said “omg, this is too cute, I have to draw it”, just that day I found out that your birthday would be pretty soon so I said to myself “ok, let’s do it for Eis-senpai!!” (?)

(I don’t know if Maka can talk with butterflies, but the flowers were in trouble and they needed a messenger!!… and I laughed so much when I drew her ignoring Soul xD)

I hope you like it!! because I admire you so much and your drawings always make me smile. You’re a wonderful artist and an amazing person and you deserve all the good things of this world ♥ (and beyond~)

and now we know that the answer of all our questions is “because…something


Have a nice day!!

happy birthday, self. _ノ乙(、ン、)_

There. It’s done. It looks super fucking awful but I just can’t bring myself to care when I’ve been two days nonstop with the fucking stained glass effect. @tooeasilyconsidered you better thank me for this one u birb

Im so scared of feelings. Im so terrified of getting close to someone. I dont think I’ll ever be able to open myself up again. Its so fucked up. Because people like me, deserve all the love. I deserve so much love. I’ve become comfortable with being alone. Im okay with being alone. But not lonely. One day, i know i will meet someone that will be able to peel back my layers and not be afraid of what they find and run away. It scares the shit out of me. But oh god, when that happens, all this bullshit will be worth it once im finally happy.

anonymous asked:

i'm actually heartbroken…. i don't know if i can ever feel the same way about robron again after this. the worst part is that i did not expect this at all? like in a matter of seconds everything changed? sorry about this depressing rant i just don't know what to do with myself at the moment

*hugs you* me neither my dude. me and @itwasjustmisplaced literally spent all day every day for the last two weeks reassuring one another that this was NOT going to happen. and then it happened. kinda like we reassured one another that the kiss in november was not gonna be bad. kinda like we reassured one another that trump was not gonna win the election. 

in conclusion there is evil in the world and life is #bad 

I am making myself a window, I am making myself the scene

         I get low like

                 a city, will you tell me

    you think I am pretty 


tell me you want to see me

twirling until we are both dizzy


I keep the lights on in the apartment

          so you can peep in, I pretend

                            I would never set the scene. I want you

to drive through

stop signs and tell me that

           there are too many one-way roads on my body


that you drove 50 miles today and you

           will make the same journey tomorrow


       push my hair away from my face


like you have a rooftop

     view, and there is a world

     worth viewing behind the curtains


friendly reminder that Chaol initially point blank refused to go to the Torre Cesme even though it was his only chance at ever walking again because he didn’t want to leave Dorian again.

I can guarantee you the person I am today is not the person my 5-year-old self thought I would be. But then again, my 5-year-old self didn’t even know what I was capable of becoming.
—  Random Thoughts

I will love myself whole again. It may take time, but one day I will wake up and no longer have to have a bandaid plastered onto my heart. I’ll let go of the lifesaver I’ve been clinging onto since he left me drowning in the midst of a hurricane, and reclaim all that was been wrecked.

Sometimes you live in darkness for so long that you forget what the sweet kiss of the sun could feel like. But I have found my light, and I’m determined to let it permeate even the darkest parts of me. Learning how to love again will be the hardest part, but it will begin with and for me. Soon I’ll master in appreciating the pieces of me he was too blind to see, and love the girl he couldn’t. And that’s a promise I will not allow to be broken.

—  excerpt from a book I’ll never write #2

“Our eyes met again today.”

She laughs. “I know, it’s kind of pathetic but I just can’t stop thinking about that one millisecond where I looked up and found you already gazing down at me and your hazel eyes met mine for the first time in over a year and I was so caught by surprise that I let myself smile.”

“And,” she pauses. “I could have sworn that I saw the corner of your mouth twitch up ever so slightly.”

She sighs and smiles but the glimmer has faded from her eyes and is replaced by the heartbreak she thought had left months ago.

“Then you looked away and laughed at something someone else said and I was left to remember that I’m not the one that makes you smile anymore.”

—  It’s days like this I question why I pushed you away, 20/05/2015
I promised myself I would stop being so afraid of everything. That’s what I’ve been striving for since the beginning of this new year, but we’re only sixteen days in and I can feel my promise wearing thin, becoming frayed and torn and stained like that one shirt you wear too many times. And all of that in itself is scary. I’ve only made it sixteen days and everything is beginning to fall apart, I’m beginning to fear everything and everybody again, how will I survive all these months ahead, all of the other days I’m supposed to live? How can I be afraid of being afraid?
—  Resolution
I keep waiting for him to call me. In the middle of the night, crying, to tell me he’s sorry. To tell me he made the greatest mistake of his life. I keep telling myself that one day he’ll come back, that he’ll give me a reason to trust him again. That one day, he’ll come back and make me fall in love all over again,” I admitted. “I know it’s stupid, and I know I’m an idiot for believing that things like that happen outside of fairytales. But as much as my head knows that, my heart still leaves my phone on full volume every night.
—  excerpt from an unfinished book #17
It’s almost 2 am and I’ve tried my best these past couple days to push you out of my mind. I couldn’t help myself, and I reached out to you. You said you wanted to be friends. But I’m here, awake at 2 am drowning in regret and sadness because once again I’m the only one who gave a fuck.
—  i wish you cared about me. even just a little bit. // excerpt from a story I’ll never write #27
a story worth telling

Fluff Week: May 19th: I Lived/Show Me +  May 20th: Serendipity

So…this is a birthday present to myself? :’D
A little in canon goodness, hehe. Enjoy!!

It turned out far shorter than I had originally planned simply because I was late and just wrote it all in one go :’D So I can’t guarantee that this is any good haha, but I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.

Again, thankyou for all the amazing birthday wishes and gifts!! It’s still not over, hehe. Let’s celebrate some more. ♥

The wind danced across the veranda, sounding the little wind chimes Lucy had lovingly assembled the other day, and continued its journey to try and ruffle her hair. The endeavour was useless though, as she had tamed it into a tight braid.

For a moment, she watched the chimes dance with the wind, but then shook her head as if to reprimand herself, glancing back down at the scribbles in her notebook.

She kept staring for a few moments more. Then, with a loud sigh, she ripped the page out of the book and scrunched it up. In her small wrath, she hauled it as far as she could, as if that would make the words on it disappear for good.

A futile wish.

Or so she thought, but the next moment she watched as the little ball ignited and crumbled into ashes, before they too were gone with the wind.

“Oi, that almost hit me!”

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