i'm-a-little-broken

anonymous asked:

I'm a bisexual male and I just got dumped by my first girlfriend of a couple months because she thought I was using her as an experiment to realise I was actually gay. Despite me trying to tell her all the time how beautiful she was and how much I loved her. And now I'm a little broken inside...

holy shit what a piece of literal crap. like what an actual literal piece of biological waste holy shit. i’m sorry this is happening, love. you’re too good for her. period. I promise Someone will come along that’s going to accept you and love you for who you are - it’s possible for us I promise. 💖💜💙

  • Armand: You're not broken.
  • Lestat: I'm a little broken.
  • Armand: You could be so much worse. Seriously, you could be picking up calls on a banana. You could be like, "Hello?" I don't know how you made it out. But... you're good.

anonymous asked:

I'm a little heart broken. This guy I've liked for a really long time just told be he wouldn't be able to date me because I'm Ace. I get it and that's fair. I'm just feeling incredibly unlovable. And I know I shouldn't feel that way but I can't stop thinking about how much I wish I wasn't ace...

Nuhhh bebi don´t feel down! You´re so lovable and sweet and someone will see these qualities in you and love you! And that´s that guy´s loss tbh you´ll find someone just as good no even better than him

*gives forehead kiss* You´re strong 

- Mod Paula

Foster Kid

Foster kids. We get put in different houses and yelled at for not knowing where we fit in. Our “parents” don’t even care the slightest bit about us to them we are just a pay check, a number. If they can’t handle us they throw our stuff into bags and off we go to the next person. The one thing we want is to accepted somewhere, to feel like we’re loved again, because honestly nobody can even compare to our biological parents they may have beat us or did many drugs or didn’t have a job or a house or were abusive in other ways but on their good days it couldn’t get better. I remember coming home to my dad and he asked “ how was school?” Or “ how was your day?” He said “ call every hour and be home by 8.” Well in care I never got that I walked in the door waiting for questions. Like I was loved but they never came so I gave up hope of feeling love, and I became cold and angry at everyone. And then people wonder why kids in care are so messed.

the-tallawkwardcanadiandrummer replied to your chatme: instead of a fuinn 1x1 we should do…

Both ships are so perf I can’t even.

newyorkcitydreaming replied to your chatme: instead of a fuinn 1x1 we should do…

 It’s not my fault I went off Finchel for so long and then I stopped caring about what anyone else thought and I decided to watch Glee for me (and Jessy) and I kinda ship everything….well almost everything

Fuinn tho like babies

and I just Monchele and I Finn my baby Finn and my baby Rachel like Finchel we can Finchel because my baby Finn

anonymous asked:

Molly, I need some advice or kind guidance. With the whole Tom and Elizabeth thing coming to light, I'm just feeling a little broken? Like my safe place to go and daydream seems broken and taken away from me. Like, it's now poisoned by my own feelings about myself. How in all the stories I read or AU's that I come up with, I think that'll never happen to me. It bothers me that if I ever met Tom, I wouldn't even get a second glance? Like, It shouldn't bother me but it does.

One, daydreams shouldn’t make you sad. Two, the rumor and supposed pictures of Tom dating Elizabeth make his possible relationship with you no less likely of happening than before. Like, seriously. Fangirling is an act of fantasy. Reader insert stories are an act of fantasy. They’re professionals and actors and busy and aren’t going to bang some random chick that they met trying on a suit or on a photo op or whatever. Tom does Shakespeare, not porn.

So. If your happiness is tied up in the thought that maybe, someday, you and Tom are going to meet and have a happy relationship, you have a problem because you can’t make your happiness dependent on someone else. That’s not healthy and it’s not good for you. You need to figure out how to be happy with Tom being nothing more than a masturbatory illusion or daydream to while away a few spare moments during the day.

Tom and Elizabeth (whether or not that is real) should have no effect on your daydreams because they are just as likely of coming real now as they were two weeks ago: not at all. They are daydreams. That’s it.

You’re not going to date Tom Hiddleston. I mean, really. I understand that you’re sad, because I had the same reaction when Benedict Cumberbatch got engaged, because even though I am exultantly happy in my own marriage and I knew Benedict and I were never going to meet and fall in love, there was that tiny little part of my brain wearing a tin-foil hat and rocking back in forth in the darkest corner of the closet muttering, “It could have been me, it could have been meeeeeee.” That was the moment I knew I needed to step back a bit. I had a similar reaction to all the stage door photos of Richard when he was doing The Crucible. I stepped back. I reinvested that energy in myself and in my marriage and in my son. 

So let’s be real. There is one Tom Hiddleston and 45 million screaming fangirls (number pulled out of my butt) and with those odds, it isn’t going to happen. 

But do you know what could happen? Meeting someone awesome in your town. If you feel like you’re not going to merit a second glance from a celebrity that you think isn’t going to be interested in you, you’re also saying to yourself, “I’m not worthy of romantic attention.” That’s what makes me sad. That’s what I think is important in your message. 

You need to learn to love yourself. You need to believe in yourself. And you need to do it for you, not for a guy. Guys come and go, but you’re stuck with yourself for your whole life, so it makes sense to love you. Do you have a vision in your head of the person you want to be? Good! If not, figure that out. Write it down. Make a vision board or use Pinterest to give yourself some inspiration. And then work on closing the distance between where you are and who you want to be. Pick one small thing you want to change and work on it until you have it down as a habit. Do you want to be a yogi? Set your alarm twenty minutes earlier each morning and do your yoga workout first thing until you stop grumbling and get to the point where you can’t imagine starting the day without a sun salutation. And when that is part of who you are, move on to the next step. Be the person that reads all the Pulitzer prize winning novels or bakes her own bread or always has painted toenails. I don’t care what it is, but you do. You know who are you now, and you have a vision of who you want to be in the future. Well, little caterpillar, it’s time to get to work. It’s hard and it can be dark at times, but if you want to be a butterfly, you have to spin your cocoon. You need to learn to put fangirling in a safe place in your life; a place where Tom is an inspiration to live your life to the fullest and go after your own goals and achieve your destiny, and not use him as a distraction from the things in your life that make you unhappy and that you don’t want to work on.

Tumblr has changed my life. Literally. I’ve unlearned so much problematic shit in the last three years and I’ve learned so many new things. I’m less judgmental. I’m more loving and kind. I love myself more. I love my body more. Richard and Tom were huge parts of that. Richard made me realize how much I loved writing and how far away I was from where I wanted to be skillwise. Tom gave me the courage to actually write and put it out there and learn from others and go after a dream. Tom should inspire you; not depress you.

So please; don’t worry about a possible relationship of a celebrity. Don’t worry at all. This is such a great moment for you because you’ve verbalized that your safe space has been taken away and broken, and that you feel poisoned by your own feelings about yourself. You have identified the problem, and that is always the first step to fixing it. That’s where you should focus. You’ve been kicked out of the nest, little bird. Now’s your time to learn how to fly.