it's so beautiful in real life

I don’t want to be swept off my feet. My god, I want someone to collide with me. I want to be knocked off my feet, to be under their weight and be engulfed by everything they are. I want to be look up into their eyes that make the sky its greatest enemy, rivalling its beauty. I want the breath to leave my lungs in the most suffocating way and when I breathe it back in my skin burns and flowers are sprouting in my collarbones with life that’s never been there. I want to be held so tightly that I can no longer tell where they start and I begin. I want lips to wonder over my neck with no real purpose. I want laughter to be the loudest echo ever heard, I want it to reach the rays of the sun and fill a warmth in my heart I didn’t know existed. I want hands to draw patterns into my skin with an ink only I can see. Let the world watch on as I become a poet with no purpose and 1001 feelings.
—  Apryl Williams, (Flowers in my collarbones.)

TRYING NEW TABLET AND SKETCHING REAL QUICK

Kelley was never combative, but he seemed drawn to passionate souls…. Something in him liked a fighter, and he enjoyed the role of counselor that gave these heroes strength and rest.
—  1/∞ reasons why DeForest Kelley is actually Leonard McCoy (From Sawdust to Stardust)
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in football, players don’t say “i love you,” they murder their dearest life partners on the pitch, and i think that’s really beautiful

“Saroo’s character is incredibly torn, because he’s got this wonderfully loving family in Australia that he is completely thankful for and is at home with. But he’s also riddled with guilt that he’s living this privileged life when his family in India could be out there on a truck still searching for him. At its core, it’s a story about the love between a mother and son, and how that can transcend continents. I’m a real mommy’s boy, so I wanted to make it not only for myself, but for my mom. And I think it’s rare to find a film that will bring a lot of joy to the world, like this one will. The script was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever read.” - Dev Patel

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[3x05] THIS SCENE WAS SO IMPORTANT ;

             “And you know what I really hate?”
“That choker scarf?”
            “This choker scarf!” 

Dex is having trouble falling asleep. Nursey just wants to help.

2k of soft NurseyDex fluff below the cut

Also on ao3 [x]


The sun was already setting as Nursey entered the Haus.

Pushing the door behind him closed with his hips, he yelled a “Hello?” into the hall to see if anyone else was there. There was a soft grunt coming out of the living room.

Nursey made his way his way into the kitchen to grab himself a drink before wandering over to the living room.

There was a Dex-shaped lump lying on the couch, textbook and marker in his hands, three empty redbull cans scattered across the floor.
“I don’t think that much redbull is healthy for you”, Nursey teased, softly lifting Dex’s legs up, sitting down in their spot, and putting them back down in his lap.
Dex looked up from his textbook, eyes red rimmed, dark circles underneath. “Yeah well, I gotta stay concentrated somehow.”
“How about you get some sleep and continue learning in the morning instead?” Nursey answered.
Dex grunted but didn’t say anything else, instead going back into his textbook.
He had seen Dex like this before, but that was always in the finals week. Nursey knew Dex’s didn’t have any exams coming up for at least a month.


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Do you sometime just, idk try real hard to not think about how you failed your whole purpose of living, and managed to actually trick yourself into thinking that you’ve moved on and is making new plans…
And then, something just HAPPENS to remind you what a fucking failure you are.

Jaebum the type to actually fight you when you say ‘fight me’

Stanford: *holds shapeshifter* Our son.

Fiddleford: I want absolutely nothing to do with that thing.

Stanford: Our son.

Fiddleford: Put that thing back in whatever unholy, dark crevice of the earth it crawled out of.

Stanford: …I did not spend hours of labor-

Fiddleford: Sta-

Stanford: -giving life to this beautiful creature, just so you can talk to him that way.

OH my god I can’t believe this just happened.

Therapist: So how have you been doing lately?

Me: Well I’ve been kinda obsessing about this one serie…

T: What show is it?

M: It’s called Yuri on ice

T: Please tell me about it

M: mmm it’s about ice-skaters. It starts when this Yuri…..*insert some serious fangirling and storytelling here*….AND I’TS SO BEAUTIFUL AND NOW THEY ARE ENGAGED AND I CAN’T HANDLE ALL THESE EMOTIONS!

T: *looks at me with “That’s nice dear” face”*

SHE WROTE A LOT OF THIS SHIT DOWN! WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!??!


*NOTE TO SELF; next time put your phone on silent mode if your message alert is Victor saying “WOW AMAZING”

Light Carries On Endlessly

pairing: Bucky x Reader

summary: Bucky goes back under after cacw and you’re pregnant. 8-ish months later you give birth to a beautiful baby girl. 

words: 1.1k+ (including lyrics)

warnings: slight angst, vague (very vague) descriptions of labor 

A/N: this is kind of a companion to Let Go for the ones who requested it, but it stands on its own very well. Title and lyrics from one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard in my life, Saturn by Sleeping At Last. Huge thank you to my bae @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-ing. You da real mvp. Lyrics are bolded, flashback is italicized

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

“I need you to push. One more time, [Y/N], it’s almost over.” Your doctor’s words were almost completely drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears.

Steve was gripping your hand so tightly, but you paid no mind to it. Your nerves were overridden by a much greater pain.

“One more time, [Y/N], it’s almost over.” Steve. That was his voice. You squeezed his hand in a feeble attempt at reassuring him. Or maybe you were trying to reassure yourself. You didn’t know how you hadn’t passed out yet. The pain was excruciating. Your chest was heaving and beads of sweat were rolling down your forehead. The palm Steve wasn’t grasping was indented with red crescent shapes, leaving marks behind of where your nails had been digging into your flesh. Your eyes flitted over to where Nat was standing, her feet planted to the ground, her form completely still. Her gaze met yours and you could see that her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“On 3, [Y/N].” Your doctor.

You tightened your grip on Steve’s hand. He nodded at you, an understanding smile on his face. “It’s okay, squeeze as hard as you need.”

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I’ve been wanting to draw something for this beauty by @forgedobsidian for days now, but real life refused me the time this over and over again. Today I just took the time to draw what I had in mind

Have you ever loved a fictional pairing so much that you feel it like a physical anomaly in your gut? Just a love sick pit of feels swirling in your stomach. They literally make you smirk at your computer or phone when you read fanfics or see gifs/edits like a fucking idiot. People think your smiling because there’s someone special in your life. Your significant other thinks you’re cheating. But no, it’s just two idiots in fucking love, or they don’t even know it yet which is even worse and its real and it’s beautiful and painful and everything hurts and nothing is okay oR WILL EVER BE OKAY AGAIN THESE PEOPLE DON’T EVEN EXIST AND THEY FUCK UP YOUR DAY BECAUSE ONE OF THEM DIED OR THEY’RE NOT EVEN CANON AND FUCK. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, I've noticed you've been relatively quiet lately when it comes to sharing your thoughts on here. Just wanted to check in a make sure everything is ok, but I assume it's because you're busy living your meaningful and complex Katie Life

you are observant, my friend. i don’t totally know how to answer this to its fullest extent, but you’re right in assuming that i’m busy with life. 

i miss this little corner of the internet, though. i miss the people, the connections made that turn into real-life friendships, the vulnerability, the encouragement, the beauty of it all. i’m trying to set aside some time this weekend to answer the messages i receive from all of you on here every day, so if you’ve got any more to add to it, don’t be afraid to stop on by.

xo

anonymous asked:

AAAAAA IM SO SORRY BUT YOUR ZELDA COSPLAY CAME OUT SO GOOD IVE BEEN FOLLOWING IT FROM DAY ONE AND YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL IN IT ITS LIKE IM A KID AGAIN LOOKING AT A REAL LIFE ZELDA IM WEEPING TEARS OF JOY I STILL CANT GET IVER HOW GREAT IT IS OK I LOVE U BYE SORRY FOR BEING WEIRD *BACKFLIPS AWAY*

Thank you for your enthusiastic approval! I’m really glad that my work can make you this happy, seriously.

As a side note, I get anonymous compliments pretty frequently (and I feel like an ass even typing that) and I generally don’t respond to them because it would turn my blog into a long stream of self-congratulations. I have to choose between not acknowledging nice anonymous messages vs putting them all on blast like, “look how much praise I’m getting.” Neither is a great option. If you sent me a nice anonymous message, know that I DID read it and appreciate it, I just don’t want to spend a lot of time reblogging people telling me how great I am. Thanks for reading and understanding.