i can so tell them apart

People always ask me if I’m in school right now. I tell them no, but that I plan to one day. They ask what I’m interested in. I tell them I’m not sure yet, that I’m still figuring it out. How do you tell someone you have no interests or aspirations. That you are so broken and empty inside that you literally do nothing. I go to work and I come home and sleep until I have to go to work again. I don’t have a life, apart from working everyday just to barely scrape by. I can’t be bothered to think about going to school, I just want to crawl into a hole away from it all and sleep forever.

OK GMW fans

Can someone please explain to me how Lucas could leave town without telling Riley?

And with the letter cut it never happened so like does anyone else think this could be bad for Rucas? I’m having a hard time not seeing the things the Riarkle shippers see and I’m gonna be pretty pissed if MJ put Rucas together just to tear them apart. Help me out here guys cuz this is legit an issue. 

kytemagia  asked:

send me a ship and I’ll tell you who: Emi and Senri

send me a ship and I’ll tell you who:

  • shops for groceries

Emi - she plants Senri down on a nearby bench so he can wait.

  • kills the spiders

Emi just picks up the spiders and releases them outside.

  • comes home drunk at 3am

Though she doesn’t mean to… Emi might, by accidently drinking too much when out with her friends.

  • makes breakfast

Emi - Senri sleeps too long.

  • remembers to feed the fish

Senri - surprisingly enough he’d remember to feed the fish—- pocky. So I’m not sure how much that’ll help them.

  • decorates the apartment

Emi - not particulary over the top though. She asks Senri to help with the things she can’t do.

  • initiates duets

Neither.

  • falls asleep first

Senri, the laze bag.

I’m pretty sure I’ll die soon after high school because my friends will grow apart from me and I’ll be alone again and my grades are too low for me to get a job…..I don’t wanna suffer but I don’t want to hurt the people around me and have them think it’s there fault. so I’m stuck trapped with my emotions and dark thoughts and I want to tell the world to go away so I can separate myself from it.

there are silences between us too great to touch, too strong for us to try to undo,

tell me, darling, when did you lose all your words for me? when did your lips pull back, your tongue recoil into your own mouth, like the end of every kiss?


you’d think I would’ve talked more. spoken louder and closer to your ears if I knew that our mouths would turn empty for each other. I would’ve made you say your words again, softer and slower this time, so I can swallow them. listen to them again when the world goes quiet.

—  Reena B.| We are so many worlds apart now.
no but there’s a rant here.

a friend of mine, a really good artist with her own comic, once told a story about an art forum. normally people would post their best work with comments about how it hadn’t turned out how they wanted it to, and people would jump in to tell them it was really good. this friend had no false insecurities, so she posted work saying she was actually happy with it.

she was ripped apart.

people tore her apart, when they spent hours lifting up other people’s art, just because she dared to like her own work.

and i see this on tumblr all the fucking time. ‘just a quick doodle’ captions on art that is better than what i can do if i take all day. ‘shitty’ on art that i look up to. do you know how that makes the artists who follow you feel??? if you’re not happy with your art and they look at it and see how much better it is than their art, how the hell are they supposed to feel about their art???

i hate this idea that artists are supposed to be insecure. i would bet money that every artist on tumblr has had at least one person look at their art and go ‘why can’t i do that?’ everyone. so please, for the sake of your followers, stop devaluing your art. you’re teaching them that their art is shit–and worse, you’re teaching yourself that your art is shit. science has shown that what we tell ourselves over and over, we tend to believe. so for your own sake, stop devaluing your art.

decembird day 2: sketch studies

i was gonna draw a buncha different gulls but instead i looked up lesser black-backed gulls (kleine mantelmeeuwen) and got kinda caught up in that oops..

you can tell apart the lesser black-backed gull from the great one by their feet color (lesser has yellow feets, great has pink feets) and from the european herring gull (zilvermeeuw) through coloring (black-backed gulls are a darker grey). they’re all like, teeny tiny differences when looking at photos, especially of them far away (size matters!), so i can’t actually guarantee all of these are lesser black-backed gulls specifically, but they’re all close relatives anyway

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where Winn has to tell the others that he's gay and is dating male reader?

Originally posted by winnschottgifs

“Th-this is just really, really important to me and I want to share it with you guys because…you are my best friends.”  Winn glanced between James, Kara, and Alex, who were all sitting on his couch in his apartment’s living room.  The trio waited patiently for him to go on and watch as the nervous man paced back and forth in front of them.

“So, you all have already met Y/N, and I know I told you that he and I are just friends b-but we’re not.  He’s, um…he’s my boyfriend.  Please don’t be weird about this.”

“Winn,” Kara practically leapt to her feet and threw her arms around him, “I’m so happy for you!”

“And now you can double date with Maggie and I,” Alex added.

anonymous asked:

I'm obsessed with skam now do u know if there's like a missed episode between season two and three? Like one second William might go to jail and the next nooras left him in London. What?

yeah, they’re generally not very good at continuity, like how isak liked jonas and then it just disappears. I’m pretty sure what they wanted to do was to have noora be a part of the new season but there’s no way she could have stayed in the apartment if she was still with william, and isak and noora don’t have many other connections (other than eva, that apparently isak is no longer friends with, but he grew two other friends out of nowhere. Not that I don’t like them, just, the storytelling is choppy because the plot changes depending on whose season it is. They are prone to disregard previous things or change them so that they can tell the story they want to tell now)

anonymous asked:

Sombra, Hanzo or Widowmaker, D Va, and Mercy!

Overwatch Asks


  • Sombra: Favorite way to tease/annoy your friends.

Oh my god, puns. I can lay down the punishment if you get my drift, and they absolutely hate me for it. I’ve had them physically walk out of the apartment in fury.

  • Hanzo: What advice would you give to your younger self?

Honestly, that things get better. I remember how miserable I was throughout most of my middle and high school career, and remember pretty well how almost… hopeless things felt. So I guess I’d just like to tell little me to chin up and love what you love, because in the end it doesn’t matter.

Also maybe read some better books, haha.

  • D.Va: Of which accomplishment are you most proud?

Well, I haven’t exactly accomplished it yet, but I graduate college with my BA in English and a business minor on December 16th, so I am super excited about that! I really just can’t believe it’s happening, you know? But it’s gonna be amazing.

  • Mercy: Do you prefer to give or receive?

Give any day of the week. The smile on the receiver’s face is my favorite thing in the world.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do 14?! :)

Of course! Enjoy! Sorry for the long wait. I apologize.

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Antonio and Sylvie had the kids for the weekend and he was really excited about it. When the kids and Sylvie first met, he was so nervous and he could tell she was too. However, they hit it off immediately. It certainly helped that with Laura dating a guy that barely showed any interest with the kids, they loved the attention Sylvie gave them.

Sylvie walked inside his apartment with groceries and Antonio looked at her with a curious expression on his face. “What do you have there?” He asked as he walked over to her and grabbed the bags out of her arms.

Sylvie took a deep breath as she swung her arms back and forth to get the blood circulating through her arms again. “Thank you.” She grinned at her boyfriend. She shrugged her shoulders. “I figured the kids would want to eat more than beer.” She said jokingly.

Antonio walked into the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter. He turned his head to look at her when she walked in the kitchen. “Hey. We have food other than beer.” He took the items out of the bag, shaking his head. “You and your junk food.”

Sylvie laughed as she walked over and hit him playfully on the arm. “Junk food is good and you know it.” She said as she watched him put away the food. “What time is Laura dropping off the kids?”

“Actually change of plans—I’m going to pick them up.”

Sylvie tilted her head to the side, studying his face. “Why?”

Antonio shrugged his shoulders. “It’s better not to ask.”

Sylvie nodded her head as she stared at him. “Well, at least they are still coming.”

Antonio smiled and he nodded his head. “I can go pick them up whenever I want. So, I’ll go now.”

Sylvie nodded her head. “I’ll stay here and start dinner, okay?” She suggested. She wasn’t sure if he wanted her to come.

He nodded his head and he walked over to her. “Okay, I’ll be back soon.” He promised as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. He moved his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him. After a few seconds, she pulled away pushing him away slightly. “As much as I would love to continue this, go get your kids.”

Antonio laughed and he nodded his head. He walked in the living room and he picked up his jacket, slipping it on. He turned his head to look at her. “Lock the door behind me.” He instructed her as he opened the door and then closed it.

Sylvie nodded her head as she walked over to the door and locked it. As much as she tried to get him to loosen up to some things, she knew that was one thing he wouldn’t budge on.

After an hour, Sylvie heard Antonio unlocking the door and walked inside the apartment. Sylvie was in the kitchen cooking chicken that was almost done. She smiled when she heard the kids walk in the kitchen. She turned her head towards them and then walked over to them. They gave her a hug, which made Sylvie happy.

Antonio leaned against the doorframe, seeing the kids with Sylvie made him happy in a way that he couldn’t explain. “It smells good in here.”

Sylvie smiled as she looked over at Antonio. “Dinner should be done soon.”

Sylvie returned to cooking and after 10 minutes, she turned off the stove and oven and she walked in the living room, where they went off to watch Television while waiting for food.

After they ate, they were all sitting on the couch, with the kids on the floor, leaning against the couch, playing on their phones.

“Do you guys want to watch a movie?” Sylvie suggested as she picked up the remote, switching through the channels.

They both nodded their heads, putting down their phones. Antonio looked over at Sylvie, shaking his head. How she got two teenagers to stop playing on their phones was beyond him.

“I’ll go get the junk food, I guess.” Antonio shrugged his shoulders as he stood up, walking in the kitchen. After making some popcorn, he walked back in the living room with two bowls, handing one to the kids and one to Sylvie. He sat down next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

After a few hours, they watched two movies when Antonio instructed the kids to go to bed. Sylvie turned off the television as she looked over at Antonio. She moved her hands on his back, rubbing it gently. “I love how peaceful you are when the kids are here.”

Antonio smiled at her and he nodded his head. “And you.” He pointed out. “As much as I love when my kids are here, I love that you’re here to help me with them.”

Sylvie nodded her head. “They’re really amazing kids. Not many kids would want to hang out with their dad and his girlfriend on a Friday night.”

Antonio laughed. “That is true.” He stood up and he took her hand, pulling her up from the couch. “Let’s go check on the kids and then head to bed.” He said, giving her a smirk.

“Bed, right.” Sylvie said, laughing. She walked with him to Eva’s room and smiled at her sleeping. She let go of his hand as he walked over and shut out her light. Then he walked out of the room, closing the door. Then they walked to Diego’s room, and Sylvie opened the door. Seeing Diego also sleeping, Antonio turned his head towards her. “You made them tired.”

Sylvie laughed and she whispered. “I didn’t do anything!” She said, defensively. “But they’re so cute when they’re asleep.” She gushed over his kids, not caring how she sounded.

Antonio closed the door and he looked at her with a smirk. “Because you didn’t sound creepy there.” He said, jokingly. He took her hand and he walked to his bedroom.

Sylvie laughed and she shrugged her shoulders. “Wouldn’t you rather have a girlfriend that loves your kids or have a girlfriend that only tolerates your kids?”

Antonio grinned as he walked in the bedroom and he shut the door behind her. “Oh, definitely a girlfriend that loves my kids. It’s all I ever wanted.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

anonymous asked:

♒ (w/Toshinori;;; lmao its angst time.)

“Toshinori, you know I can tell when you’re lying, so why are you doing it?”

Naomasa frowns at Toshinori across the tiny dining room table in Naomasa’s apartment, noting the barely touched plate of food in front of his friend. The two of them rarely get to sit down and eat together like this anymore, so when Toshinori picks at the pile of rice and egg that Naomasa has so lovingly prepared he immediately senses that something is off. Setting down his steaming mug of coffee, Naomasa leans over and covers Toshinori’s hand with his own, brows furrowed in concern. Toshinori instinctively tries to pull away so Naomasa can’t read him, but he holds firm.

“You’re in pain, aren’t you?” Naomasa asks quietly, sliding his thumb across the bony protrusions of Toshinori’s knuckles lovingly. Toshinori flinches and nods, knowing that with the skin to skin contact there’s absolutely no way that he can lie to Naomasa. Naomasa sighs and releases his grip, rubbing his temples in consternation. Of course Toshinori is pain, half his insides are missing and he’s slowly wasting away to nothing. Of course he has his good and bad days, but Naomasa hates the bad days. He hates seeing Toshinori struggle to find the energy to get out of bed in the morning, hates seeing him wince when he bends over to pick something up, hates seeing him unable to eat his favorite dishes because the pain saps his appetite.

But most of all he hates when Toshinori refuses to admit he’s in pain until he’s nearly bedridden from it.

“C'mon, you need to get some rest. I’ll roll out the futon,” Naomasa says as he stands up from the table, cutting Toshinori off before he can protest. Naomasa immediately sets to making Toshinori a comfortable place to rest, bringing out his nicest sheets and blankets and fluffing up his best pillow. Satisfied, Naomasa stands up and turns to go get Toshinori, only to find Toshinori standing behind him and rubbing his arm sheepishly, deep set eyes fixed on the floor.

“I’m sorry Tsu, I know that you can’t stand it when people lie. It’s just…I didn’t want to worry you…” Toshinori says in the saddest, most apologetic tone manageable, and Naomasa immediately pulls him into a hug, mindful of his scar. He knows full well that Toshinori always puts Naomasa’s feelings and wellbeing above his own, always the self sacrificing hero, but that doesn’t mean he has to sit idly by and let Toshinori suffer in silence.

“It’s alright Toshi, I don’t blame you. Just, please, let me help you when you need it, okay? It isn’t bothersome or anything for you to tell me you’re hurting. You’re an amazing person Toshinori, but you’re still only human.”

Naomasa looks up at Toshinori with a soft smile and cups his face in his hands. Smoothing his thumbs along Toshinori’s prominent cheekbones, Naomasa knows exactly what comforts Toshinori when he’s feeling down; physical affection. Sure enough, Toshinori leans into the touch and lets his hands rest on Naomasa’s hips with a tired sigh. He’ll have to remember to pick up more painkillers from the drugstore and freeze an ice pack, but for now Naomasa is content holding Toshinori until he’s ready to let go and get some much needed rest.

I don’t know what I did. My brain is exploding and I can’t think and I did something but I don’t know what… I hate myself. I hate myself so much. 

Why can’t I just have anything nice? I have to ruin everything over and over and over… Why try? 

I have nothing to offer I am nothing more than a pile of insecurities and fears and needs. I make mistakes and I don’t even know I make them and things fall apart and they keep falling apart because no one will tell me what happened and no one will help and I just need help. 

What did I do? I don’t know. I am lost and I don’t know what I am doing and no one will help. 

I am alone. Always. No one is coming to help. I am alone and it is all my fault

anonymous asked:

For the anon who had trouble getting help from a psychiatrist. Your feelings are valid! I would suggest maybe going to a different doctor that you are more comfortable speaking with or who will listen to what you have to say. I would also suggest being honest with what you're experiencing...even if everything on the outside is fine, if you feel like you're falling apart tell them that you aren't okay so that they can help. It may be hard or uncomfortable, but it's very important to get help! :)

*advice from nice people*


Thank you so much for this message I hope the person will see it ! 

Finally moved into a new apartment! It’s not large, but pretty nice and quiet and in a good location. Our landlady gave us some housewares for free and drove us to the mattress store. The neighbors are awfully nice and keep asking if we need any help. It’s a weird experience: I’m not used to any kind of communication between neighbors except for some occasional death glares. Also, I think I’ve never even lived in a rented apartment before? It’s kind of liberating. Reminds you not to cling to your earthly possessions and all that.

(Oh and now we have a super comfortable mattress and a couple of foam pillows and that’s literally the comfiest shit I’ve ever had on my bed. I am going to sleep SO WELL)

Winter is officially here. It was like flipping a switch: all of a sudden it’s raining like crazy, and umbrellas can’t do shit against it because the wind destroys them in a matter of seconds. Great time for shopping, let me tell you. Bought so much stuff that we had to ask the security guard if we can drive the shopping cart all the way home from the supermarket. Surprisingly enough, it worked. Reminder to self: never drive a shopping cart in a rainstorm again.

Opened the window shutters in the kitchen and saw a couple of pigeons looking me straight in the eye. Technically it would be possible to shoo them away by sticking something out of the window but those fuckers looked so miserable hiding from the rain that I decided to leave them alone. For now. 

Also, there is a fitness club across the street. And my health insurance offers a discount there. I officially have no excuse.

Short thought.

I know that my time is short lived here. I don’t wanna be here any longer. It’s not going to matter anymore. 
**Trigger Warning! This is going to contain suicidal content. If you’re thinking about suicide. I encourage you to get help. Please.
It won’t be TOO detailed. But I don’t have anyone else to tell, without them calling the fucking cops! So, here it goes.**

So with that being said. I can put my suicide plan on here. 
Here’s what’s going to happen. 
On the day OF the day I plan to do it. I’m going Record a video. Which, I will record a day before. Then put it on facebook.
Post in the NSLEO group. (A group I’m apart of on facebook) .. 

Make sure all my letters are written. 
Post on facebook. 
Go to my spot I’ve picked out! 
And kill myself there. 

Make sure I mention Webster, Ross.
FUCK YOU GUYS! 

Behave all month of December. 

It’s all good. I’m ready to die. 

I’ll be out of the cops hair, since I’m such a fucking burden! 

anonymous asked:

GOT7 & INFINITE!!! ^-^ (Also, I LOVE SUN TOOO!! HE IS SO CUTE AND ADORABLE!!)

GOT7

Bias Member: Youngjae
Most Attractive: mark
Marry, Kiss, Hug, Fuck:
Marry - Youngjae
Kiss - Mark
Hug - Jinyoung
Fuck - BamBam
What originally attracted me to the group: okay. here’s the story. Listened to JJ Project, was like ‘meh’. My mum started listening to JJ Project, so I did too. Listened to GOT7, liked GGG, didn’t like A or 하지하지마. My classmates in my Korean class all LOVED GOT7. Meanwhile, I couldn’t tell JB and Jinyoung apart, or Yoog and Youngjae apart. I started listening to them more, and trying to learn the members (because all they wanted to talk about was GOT7) and now i can’t escape.

INFINITE 

Bias Member: uhm. Sungx3? (Gyu, Yeol, Jong)
Most Attractive: uhm. Woohyun and Sungjong
Marry, Kiss, Hug, Fuck:
Marry - Sunggyu
Kiss - Dongwoo
Hug - Sungjong
Fuck - Sungyeol
What originally attracted me to the group: sungyeol’s eyeliner. half joking. The Chaser was the first song I heard by them. I watched a live stream of some concert they did in LA (before KCon was a thing) in the summer of 2012. And INFINITIZE was their new album and they performed a couple other songs. Then I watched the MV and looked at the lyrics to Feel So Bad and I Like You. AND OH MY GOD SUNGYEOL’S EYELINER IN THE CHASER.

Life should be simple, live your life the way you want to, don’t worry about what others say. people, people scare me, people have become so selfish and so shut in, people can’t eve speak to one another with out talking about them selves, people only worry about them selves, maybe I’m just weird or something… i honestly care about other people more than i do myself, i try to hold my life together, it always falls apart and i end up crying silently in my sleep, i don’t tell anyone about my real problems because no one wants to talk to me… no one actually cares about me, no one actually cares about anyone other then them selves. Im a sad person, i smile and laugh and try to light up everyone else around me lives and it usually works, but what about me? i can’t help myself, that would be selfish, but no one else will help me either. I just want to buy a nice house with the love of my life, i want to have 2 perfect spoiled, respectable kids, i want to have a couple of nice cars, i want to never have money problems, i want to have a great love life, i want to have my friends around me, i want to give my kids some of the things i had as a kid, i want to do stuff for my little brother, i want to accomplish things, i want to choose days that i work, i just want a great life… thats kind of selfish of me, but i will still never care about myself as much as i care about others. i don’t think the things i want in life are to much to ask for, after everything I’ve been through especially, i hope that someday someone will care enough to actually talk to me about my problems, but until then… vodka and my pillow are my best friends.