What is/are the most valuable things you learned in college (not necessarily academic) ?
literally nobody actually has their shit together. not you. not your friends. not the grad students. not the professors. no one. and that’s okay :)
connections and networking are so fucking important
things usually only seem like a big deal because your perspective is so limited. even if it doesn’t seem like it, 20 years on this earth really isn’t all that much. there are grander things to come, both good and bad
if you don’t care about it for other people, other people probably don’t care about it for you - so stop stressing the little things and being so hard on yourself
it’s fun to stop being so goddamn humble and actually acknowledge your achievements and hard work
if your professors respect you, due dates and deadlines are really more just suggestions ;)
i learned how to let go. college years are so full of goodbyes
He loves you even when you don’t love yourself. He loves your chubby cheeks that you hate and spend so much unnecessary time trying to contour and slim. He didn’t care that you woke up with a blemish on your forehead, or that it added to the many more blemishes you disliked on your face. The size on your jeans didn’t matter, he loved the way they hugged your curves. The muffin top that poured over the waistband of your jeans was okay because it came from you two laughing and eating your favorite food at 3 in the morning. He’d rather you spend as much time with him then spend hours at the gym trying to flatten your stomach. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you walked through Sephora and saw all of the pretty makeup you loved to play with, but didn’t necessarily need. That tight black dress that you hate because it shows your thick thighs and back fat? He adores it because it shows off your top notch booty, he might even get in a grab here and there when you’re out with friends. It’s okay that you have a few fat rolls when you lay on your side, I know he’ll spoon you anyway and don’t you dare worry about those stretch marks, if you look a little closer he might have a fair few too. Don’t be afraid to have him pick you up or sit in his lap, I promise you’re not too heavy. If you don’t feel like wearing a bra, don’t wear one, your breasts don’t have to be constantly pushed up to look fuller and rounder. They’re perfect just the way they are and so are you.
For the girl who told me to remember the girls who aren’t ‘small’ <3
okay but imagine dayton white giving you victory head: he’s just won the biggest race of his life and he’s just buzzing with energy afterwards, can’t contain the smile on his face if you paid him to. as soon as he gets the chance, he’s pulling you away, away from the gaggle of people trying to get pictures and congratulate him. he guides you to the trailer they use to move his car race to race, throwing open the driver’s seat door and throwing you across the seats. it’s tight fit, but there’s /just/ enough room for him to get your pants and panties off. he bends over you, still wearing his hat and that goddamn jumpsuit, and just goes to town, mouth working at your heat as soon as you spread your legs. he’s frantic with it, the hands holding on to your hips are shaking, tongue and teeth and lips working in tandem to get you off. all the while, you’re guiding his head, fingers wrapped around the bill off his cap. you find your release not once, not twice, but /three/ times before he finally lets up, pulling away, boyish grin pulling at his sinful lips.
"Did I do good, darlin’?“ he asks you, southern accent just that much thicker, dripping from his mouth like honey. you’re nodding, blissful and breathless at the sudden turn of events as he cleans you up the best he can, using napkins he finds from the glove department.
eventually you two make it back to the crowd and his friends hunt you down, asking where the two of you went off to. the words die on their lips as they take in the blush high on your cheeks and the way his lips are too pink, plump and swollen.
"Do a little celebratin’ on your own, White?”
the man in question just shrugs, tugging you into his side by your waist. he hides his sly grin in your hair, pale eyes shinin’ with mischief. “Had to get my girl as excited as I was, is all.”
Was I ever anything more than a sad kid? I thought the drugs would help, but they just make you sadder and a little deader. I really tried my best, but I don't think there's much use anymore. Nobody cared then, and nobody cares now.
I'm sorry, but I fell in love with you. I watch you move and I'm captivated. The world slows down just a little bit when I look at you. I wanna kiss your long neck, and run my fingers through your curly hair. I wanna listen to you talk for hours about old movies and bad music. I wanna hear every word that you have to say. But I can't, because you're in love with someone else
I dreamed so much as a little kid. All those dreams are dead know. The world has a lot of fun killing little girls dreams.
Please don't go! Stay! Stay! I need you to stay! No one ever stays.
I used to be special. Everyone thought I was going to be this amazing person. They thought I would do great things, but look at me. I'm nothing. If I was anything, it would be a failure.
She just left. She didn't say anything. In one simple second, all the love and laughter that we had, was ripped from both of us. She just decided she did't feel like loving me anymore.
It's all gone. Any hope that I had is gone.
Do you think that if I get prettier, he might look at me like he used to? Maybe he'll love me again.
The whole world is at my fingertips, they say, but I can't seem to ever grab it.
I could tell she didn't love me anymore. She would smile, but in her eyes I could see the pity and slight disgust she had for me. I tried to stop loving her, but I couldn't. I felt pathetic, like I was stood up. But this time I couldn't just go home and forget about it the next day. She was, and still is, my everything.
I don't want to feel this anymore. I don't want to be trapped in my mind. I want to live again. I just want to see the light one more time.
Could you just tell me you love me? You don't have to mean it. I just want, for a second, to feel loved.
do you ever feel so sick to your stomach because you just need someone to hold you so bad like you just need to be in the arms of someone who cares about you feeling their body pressed against yours feeling the weight of their breaths against your body just to know youre safe in their arms and everythings okay even if just for a little while
<b>Delirious:</b> you know, I think you should get this house.<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> Really? What made you change your mind?<p/><b>Delirious:</b> that sweet little girl that lived here told me how great the house was and how happy it made her, I want that for you.<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> [freezes]<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> Delirious, there was a girl that lived here, but she died years ago...<p/><b>Delirious:</b> [slow realization] ....<p/><b>Delirious:</b> WHAT?!<p/><b>Vanoss:</b> [laughs] I'm just messing with ya.<p/><b>Delirious:</b> Why would you do that?! You know how scared I am of little girl ghosts!<p/></p>
Lauren Lopez: you’re gay, regardless of gender, but especially if you’re a girl. you had a really intense emo phase and your hair was probably blue at some point
Meredith Stepien: you have a pastel flower aesthetic and wear sundresses in snow for the aesthetic. you’re also probably gay
Brian Holden: you love avps more than anything. you’re probably a huge musical theater kid who cries to Hamilton at least once a week
Darren Criss: you’ve either only seen avpm or you’re a huge fan of Glee. you’re either a gay guy or a het girl
Joey Richter: you care more about this man’s hair than your own. you probably had a Big Time Rush or Jonas Brothers phase. you cried when you saw him on Disney channel
Jaime Lyn Beatty: you cry every time you hear not alone. you’re probably nice to the point of it being unbearable. has probably hosted a bake sale at some point
Brian Rosenthal: you’re a sunshine sweet kind of person. you probably stay up all night crying over listen to your heart and missing you. you’re either a cishet girl or a gay guy (either way you’ve got great taste)
Dylan Saunders: twisted is your favorite starkid musical. you’re a musical theater major but you know you’ll never be able to hold welcoooome as long as him
Denise Donovan: you’ve got a great sense of humor. you’ve probably seen starship and firebringer a thousand times. definitely gay
Rachael Soglin: you’re really fashionable. you definitely got bangs to match hers. you had a horse phase as a kid
Jeff Blim: you were the kid who dressed up as a cowboy every Halloween for six years. you’re a bit edgy and your memes are a little outdated, but generally people like you
Joe Walker: you’re a straight girl. avpm is your favorite because he’s shirtless for most of it. probably has a yoi side blog
Hello! I was just wondering what your thought on Mashirao Ojiro and Tooru Hagakure? I feel like I'm the only one who shipped them. I think the 'normal' tail guy and a little eccentric invisible girl would go well together.
Summary: There’s a charming man that enters the diner like he owns the place, like he owns the town. And when he’s calling you baby doll, with a devilish smirk on his face and a twinkle of silver in his baby blues, you know you won’t be able to stop yourself from falling for the infamous Bucky Barnes.
You wanted so desperately to tell him that your date with Brock was so absolutely terrible because Brock wasn't Bucky. Because Brock wasn’t sweet like Bucky, he wasn’t kind and funny and he didn't smile like Bucky.
Bucky’s smile had been imprinted into the back of your mind, and it’s still there, haunting you as you studied the voicemail over and over again. You studied the intricacies of his tones, the shifting in his voice and the small nervous chuckles he released every now and then.
His voice was a lullaby in and of itself, a beautiful lull full of profundity and velvet that was more than capable of keeping you up all night. Words tumbled from his lips like coarse sugar, spilling and filling into your attentive ears.
I think I’m fallin’ in love with you…
I know you’re probably not… entirely sure about who I am.
I used to be Sergeant Barnes, but now I’m just Bucky.
I’m sorry, sweet girl…that I'm just Bucky. I don’t have much to offer. Hell, I’m deaf in one ear 'n sometimes I wake up thinkin’ I’m gonna get shot through the window…sometimes I drink a little here 'n there, I take it too far sometimes. Helps me forget, though.
But, y'know, lately, you’ve been helpin’ me forget too.
What was your lesbian awakening/experience?? I'm asking as a fellow lesbian myself. 😙😙😙
Wow, okay! Well, to begin with, I kind of knew when I was very little that I liked girls. I was about four or five when I asked my mother if I could marry a woman someday. That did not go well, because she wasn’t the greatest mother in the world. So I buried it for a long time. Whenever I had a crush on another girl I would just comfort myself by pretending I admired her for some other reason.
But then something happened when I was…12? 13? I forget. There was this band called Tatu. And they came out with this song, All The Things She Said. It was all over the radio. And I heard it one day when I was doing my homework, and I freaked the fuck out. I felt like I had been personally attacked on air. I had to sit down for a while and figure out why that was.
So I came to terms with it around then, but I still forced myself not to think about it. For a long time. It wasn’t until I was about twenty that I decided life was too damn sad to deny myself something I knew could make me happy. There’s not a lot of happiness to go around in the world. So literally nothing anyone could say about it could bother me at this point. I don’t care if anyone thinks I’m unnatural or I’m going to Hell or whatever. If all the judgmental people get to go to Heaven, then yeah, I want to wind up in Hell.
What if you stop loving me and leave me for someone better? What if you go away because I'm too much to handle? What if you don't want me anymore because I'm sad all the time? What if-- *crying*
Hush baby. I will never stop loving you or leave you. You're the best little out of all the littles in the whole wide world. You make me so happy and I couldn't replace that if I tried. You're not too much to handle or too sad all the time. You shouldn't blame yourself for your meanie brain playing tricks on you. That's not who you are. I know you and I know you're a sweet little girl with just a lot on her mind. I love you baby girl. So so much.
I think some people are forgetting what it means to be a REAL daddy/mommy😡🙄
Sometimes I feel like I will never find a daddy that is ACTUALLY okay with a clingy, needy little😒 I work during the day, so having a daddy to come home and talk to is so important for me😩 I need someone that will just accept me for me and love the princess I am 👸🏻
I meet these guys that claim to be daddies, and then they don’t really want to commit to the part! Being a daddy/mommy is about more than sex. It’s about more than just having a girl/guy call you daddy/mommy!
Being a daddy is full time! It means being there for your little👧🏻👦🏼 It means protecting her or him 🙅🏻🙅🏼♂️Watching out for their best interest. Making sure they are taking care of themselves🍎🥛being supportive of their goals 👩🏼⚕️👨🏽🔬👩🏻🚀👸🏻
If you’re not willing to put your all into being a daddy/mommy, stop wasting littles times and breaking hearts. It’s not fair.
chia, you know speak spanish? and nina you know the languages that your mommies speak (the both) and which you like more? forgive my bad english i'm not pretty sure if its ok, I love you girls
Chiara: But sometimes it’s a little confused…
((There’re some words that sound exactly the same in both languages even tho the meaning it’s different uvu I just love when they say “Pronto?” instead of “Si?” or another word when answering the phone♥))