keep them in your hearts

need to come to terms with the fact that not everyone is made for you. everyone who comes into your life will not be permanent and you can’t spend your time feeling sorry about it, it’s just the way it goes. accept the lessons people teach you and thank the universe for the time you got to spend with them. release negative emotions, wish everyone well and keep your heart open for the next.

1. Let go of anyone that doesn’t make you feel happy and cut the ties, no matter how good of a friend that person was. If they no longer make you feel good, if they no longer make an effort to stay in contact, make sure to distance yourself. Maybe things will relax in time, maybe they won’t. But don’t waste your time on someone who doesn’t care.
2. Don’t try to run from pain. Don’t shut it out. Face it, cry, scream, throw a pillow at the wall - do whatever makes you feel better, then try to find closure and start over. You can’t outrun pain, it will catch up to you sooner or later.
3. Take care of yourself. You are important. Don’t neglect your own needs because you’re so focused on putting the people you love first.
4. Accept your flaws, your scars and the mistakes you made. Embrace them. They make you who you are.
5. Tell people how you feel about them. I have a hard time taking my own advice, but I know what it’s like to regret not opening up to someone only to be confronted with the situation that you no longer can. There is so much to gain, nothing to lose.
6. Don’t be scared to dream. If there is something you want to do with your life, don’t let someone else’s opinion stop you.
7. Be patient. If I have learned anything this year, it’s that everything moves at its own pace, whether it’s the amount of time your heart needs to heal or the weeks or months or years you need to move on. Small steps, always.
8. Forgive others - and forgive yourself. Forgiving doesn’t equal forgetting, it doesn’t mean that you should accept destructive and abusive behaviour from someone else (or yourself, for that matter). Forgiving sets your soul free. You’ll feel lighter and better.
9. Read more. Books are magical. There is no easier way to escape your own thoughts for a couple of hours than reading.
10. Make time for people you love. Distance means nothing if you keep them close to you in your heart. Talk to them, text them, ask them how they are and what they’ve been up to and also: listen to them. It’s so important to listen.
—  10 things to keep in mind for 2017
n.j.
🙏🏻Praying for Florida 🙏🏻

I’m getting worried about Irma but I worry about my wife @doll-arts. She lives in Tampa (which you guys probably knew) and this Saturday it’s supposed to hit her. I know she told me not to worry but I can’t help not to, I just couldn’t imagine her being hurt or even gone…. I just couldn’t live with myself knowing I could do something. I asked her to come up here with me…. But we are both broke (not asking for money now). So we can’t really do anything. So guys keep the state of Florida in your prayers and hearts. Let’s just hope it dies down before it hits Florida… ❤️

Remember Me: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

Part One

A/N: I started this series with every intention of posting once a week. But, OF COURSE work always fucks my life up. So here is part two. Please know I have every intention of trying to keep this updated regularly, but please don’t hate me if I don’t. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. ♥♥♥

Other Characters: Steve

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings:
- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Your unconsciousness subsided at some point, although you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment; the loud whirring of a helicopter’s blades invaded your ears, filling your brain with a buzzing sound.  It was muted, your brain still fuzzy from the action that went down however long ago. Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see a blurry figure hovering above you, your head on his lap. His fingers were stroking your hair, and you locked eyes with him for a brief moment, before you lazily closed them again. You were so weak, and it took so much effort just to keep them open.

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PVRIS - waking up / mind over matter / smoke / fire / ghosts / mirrors / eyelids
     ⤷   mentions of E Y E S

keep an open mind it brings open hearts and open eyes, 
you walk around with your hands out and I’ve never seen anyone so blind

bonus

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Bastard, was the only word written outside the scroll. No Lord Snow or Jon Snow or Lord Commander. Simply Bastard. And the letter was sealed with a smear of hard pink wax. “You were right to come at once,” Jon said. You were right to be afraid. He cracked the seal, flattened the parchment, and read.

Your false king is dead, bastard. He and all his host were smashed in seven days of battle. I have his magic sword. Tell his red whore.

Your false king’s friends are dead. Their heads upon the walls of Winterfell. Come see them, bastard. Your false king lied, and so did you. You told the world you burned the King-Beyond-the-Wall. Instead you sent him to Winterfell to steal my bride from me.

I will have my bride back. If you want Mance Rayder back, come and get him. I have him in a cage for all the north to see, proof of your lies. The cage is cold, but I have made him a warm cloak from the skins of the six whores who came with him to Winterfell.

I want my bride back. I want the false king’s queen. I want his daughter and his red witch. I want his wildling princess. I want his little prince, the wildling babe. And I want my Reek. Send them to me, bastard, and I will not trouble you or your black crows. Keep them from me, and I will cut out your bastard’s heart and eat it.

It was signed,

Ramsay Bolton,

Trueborn Lord of Winterfell. ― Jon XIII, A Dance with Dragons.

Those who love you will never leave. Those who steal your happiness and confidence are simply thieves.
And you don’t need them.
—  Always make sure you’re okay, and keep your own heart on the highest shelf.
Speak your heart. If they don’t understand, the message was never meant for them anyway.
— 

Yasmin Mogahed | ياسمين مجاهد

Agreed. But keep speaking your heart.
You never know when they would listen.

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                            ( HARUKI MURAKAMI ) ( NORWEGIAN WOOD ) 

  1. “What happens when people open their hearts?”
  2. “Nobody likes being alone that much.”
  3. “I don’t go out of my way to make friends, that’s all. It just leads to disappointment.”
  4. “Don’t feel sorry for yourself. Only assholes do that.”
  5. “You need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much.”
  6. “I want you always to remember me.”
  7. “Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt.”
  8. “What stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”
  9. “All I want in this world is you.”
  10. “I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”
  11. “No truth can cure the sorrow we feel from losing a loved one.”
  12. “What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.”
  13. “If you’re in pitch blackness, all you can do is sit tight until your eyes get used to the dark.”
  14. “I’ve had enough hurt already in my life. More than enough. Now I want to be happy.”
  15. “People leave strange little memories of themselves behind when they die.”
  16. “Stop eating yourself up alive. Things will go where they’re supposed to go if you just let them take their natural course.”
  17. “When your feelings build up and harden and die inside, then you’re in big trouble.”
  18. “When you fall in love, the natural thing to do is give yourself to it. “
  19. “If I have left a wound inside you, it is not just your wound but mine as well.”
  20. “Hey, what is it with you? Why are you so spaced out? You still haven’t answered me.”
  21. “People are strange when you’re a stranger.”
  22. “The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.”
  23. “You don’t get it, do you?”
  24. “I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you
    realise.”
  25. “At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.”
  26. “All of us are imperfect human beings living in an imperfect world.”
  27. “I’ve never once thought about how I was going to die.”
  28. “So I’m not crazy after all!”
  29. “I miss you terribly sometimes, but in general I go on living with all the energy I can muster.”
  30. “Will you wait for me forever?”
  31. “I don’t want our relationship to end like this.”
  32. “When am I going to be able to talk to you? I want you to tell me that much, at least.”
  33. “It hurts not being able to see you.”
  34. “I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad.”
  35. “The world is an inherently unfair place.”
  36. “Life frightens me sometimes. I don’t happen to take that as the premise for everything else though.”
  37. “I’m a real bargain, don’t you think? If you don’t take me, I’ll end up going somewhere else.”
  38. “We’re all kind of weird and twisted and drowning.”
  39. “Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and everybody and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?”
  40. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t know already.”
'Till then You're beautiful, and I Just Stare

Okay so @frenchibi   and I talked about this fic like months ago and now I finally wrote it!! HOPE YOU ENJOY THE FLUFFIEST FLUFF OF LIFE!!!

Rating: M (non-explicit sexual content)

Ship: Iwaoi


He tastes like the popcorn, the salt still on his tongue as it presses into Oikawa’s mouth. His hands flatten against and grope Oikawa’s body, pulling at his clothes as they back into the bed, kissing like he wished they always would.

“Are you sure?” Iwaizumi breathes, and Oikawa falls back, looking up at the red tint of Iwaizumi’s cheeks, his shirt already pulled off and he can’t find any reason in his head to say no, so he nods.

When Iwaizumi smiles Oikawa wonders if he knows how bright it is, how light his head feels looking at it and when he kisses his chest he hopes Iwaizumi can’t feel the butterflies fluttering where his heart should be. He giggles, letting a butterfly escape and Iwaizumi looks up, paused.

Oikawa just stares at him, his cheeks progressively getting hotter as Iwaizumi smiles. He kneads his thumb into Oikawa’s ribs and watches as Oikawa squirms, laughter bubbling out in strained gasps. His chest feels as though it might pop and he struggles to find air. Even when he stops the giggles keep coming and Oikawa can’t stop smiling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry-” he gasps and Iwaizumi just smiles and shakes his head rolling off of him onto the bed.

“Noooo- don’t stop-” Oikawa whines, and he turns on his side, looking at Iwaizumi in the dim lamp light, the white sheets making his eyes even brighter.

“Well if you don’t stop giggling-”

Oikawa sits up, sliding over into Iwaizumi’s lap and sliding his palms up his chest.

“Take me-” Oikawa teases, biting his lip and pressing close.

“Please,”

Iwaizumi kisses him softly, running his fingers through Oikawa’s hair, and feels his lips turn up in a smile when he rolls him flat again on the bed. He chases after him into the center of the bed, trailing kisses up his stomach and chest. He unbuttons Oikawa’s jeans and tries to strip them to the floor, but his ankles get caught in the folds and tangle his feet. Oikawa laughs, and Iwaizumi groans having to pull away to fix it, their burning chests growing hotter with embarrassed laughter.   

They pull everything apart, from their clothes to the very fabric of their hearts, pressing closer and closer until they can’t feel any space between. The dim light falls gently into the night, and Iwaizumi kisses Oikawa in every spot and on every part until nothing and no one but each other fill their minds. Until dawn breaks the black sky, and they fall asleep in each other’s arms too tired to even say goodnight.


Oikawa wiggles his toes in the morning. When he wakes up to the soft light drenching the white bed in warmth, he wiggles his toes and moves slowly. He rubs his eyes and feels the tension in his bones release, waking up alone among the pillows.

“Hajime?” He sits up and looks for him and the moment he does Iwaizumi walks through the doorway. His smile brightens when Iwaizumi sees him and the soft sound of his steps coming closer make Oikawa’s cheeks burn pink. He crawls between the sheets to Oikawa, capturing his lips and cupping his cheeks. Oikawa clutches the blankets and tries not to giggle, the butterflies in his chest dancing again until Iwaizumi yanks the white sheet over them. Oikawa falls back onto the pillows and Iwaizumi’s follows, limiting their world to just the two of them.

He opens his eyes to Iwaizumi hovering over him, biting his lip and breathing in the hot air trapped between them.

“Morning-” He whispers and Oikawa can only smile, letting his cheeks push close his eyes as his face numbs with joy and Iwaizumi sits back on his lap.

His hands are warm when they grace the curves of Oikawa’s body in the faded light. Iwaizumi brushes his thumb over Oikawa’s navel pressing in a little and making him squirm and giggle, then plays his ribs like piano keys and watches him sing.

“Oh does that tickle?” Iwaizumi says and Oikawa can’t speak the words, his breath so scarce in his lungs he can barely even breath.

“Iwa-” He gasps, and Iwaizumi keeps laughing.

He turns from side to side and pushes at Iwaizumi’s hands until he just gives in and covers his face, laughing in their small space and Iwaizumi stops letting Oikawa catch his breath.

His laughs are smaller when they kiss again, and Iwaizumi trails his lips across his cheek to his lips, pressing deeply into them and making Oikawa’s heart stutter.

“Keep your eyes closed-” He whispers against Oikawa’s lips, and he pauses, holding his breath before nodding and then feeling the aftertaste of Iwaizumi pressed against him when he leaves.

He scrunches his nose at the bright light when Iwaizumi lifts the sheet away but keeps his lids closed. He tries to figure out Iwaizumi’s movements by the sounds around him, by the feeling of the bed dipping farther down and then the kiss of something light landing on his head.

“Okay- open your eyes…” Iwaizumi crawls close again, watching Oikawa’s eyes float open and look up into the air.

In the waves of the morning light dance small white feathers, drifting down onto Oikawa, scattering across the bed like snow. Iwaizumi throws more into the air, holding his ripped pillow to his chest and watching Oikawa’s eyes. Their brown irises shake with excitement, and his lips part for a breathy laugh and a smile.

“What- why… Iwa?” Oikawa just shakes his head, feathers falling from his hair and into his lap. He picks one up and twirls it between his fingers, looking all around him at the falling white down. When the feathers have stopped falling and rest around them on the bed Iwaizumi settles closer to Oikawa.

“Hajime…” Oikawa can’t seem to say anything else, his heart overwhelmed and swollen with a warmth like the sun. Iwaizumi slides down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow and staring as Oikawa throws the feathers in the air, his smile so wide it almost hurts.

“Do you remember the first rated R movie we ever watched?” Iwaizumi asks.

Oikawa tries to remember, but he can’t think of it so he shakes his head and lays back next to Iwaizumi.

“We were like 14- and we stole it from your mom’s room. It was some old cliche love story with a lot of cursing and a sex scene.” He chuckles,

“But in the morning after they had sex, the woman woke up in the bed covered with feathers, they were flying everywhere and it ended with her being perfectly happy.”

Oikawa can’t seem to stop blushing as Iwaizumi talks, the mention of sex clicking in his head, his body feeling warm all over and his heart remembering again too. He turns over onto his stomach hugging his pillow closer to hold onto the feeling.   

“Well, when the movie was over you got up and said that’s how you wanted to wake up- after your first time you wanted to wake up and watch feathers fall from the sky and just lay around and cuddle with the person you loved until the sun went down.”

Oikawa tries so hard to remember that moment, and he can feel it, he can feel the reality the thought of it all but he can’t picture it.

“Hajime, why do you remember that?” Oikawa’s lips break into a grin as he presses his face into his pillow then looks over his shoulder at Iwaizumi. 

“I’ve been planning on being that person ever since-” His voice is soft through his smile, and he picks up a feather and runs it across Oikawa’s butt, the sheets kicked down to their legs, and up his back following it with his eyes until they meet Oikawa’s again.

“I wanted to give you that perfect moment- that perfect first time.” He whispers and lets his fingers reach out for a strand of Oikawa’s hair. He just stares for a moment, charting the stars in Oikawa’s eyes, and memorizing the curve of his back as he’s spread out naked on the bed. He leans forward, pressing his lips to Oikawa’s shoulder and breathing in his scent.

“I love you,” He says, and Oikawa’s heart sinks, his smile still wide at everything the morning has brought, at the memory of the night before and he feels giddy. 

“I love you too,” He whispers and his smiles grows bigger, their foreheads pressing to each other and their noses bumping. His insides are restless and tight, his toes curling and his smile growing; he can’t control his rapture, the realization of everything warming him from the inside out.

“We had sex…” his eyes are wide as he giggles. It sounds so childish but his heart feels that way too- like it’s filled with air and laughter and so much joy it’s going to pop and he can only smile through it. 

“Mmmhmm-”  

Iwaizumi nods at him, and Oikawa rubs his face into the pillow making Iwaizumi laugh. He watches his giddy wiggling, and his expressions as he laughs, picking up a handful of feathers and sprinkling them over him. When he’s calmed down and just stares at him Iwaizumi leans closer and presses his lips to Oikawa’s melting forward into him.

“I love you,” He whispers and Iwaizumi slips his tongue out, pulling their bodies closer and letting their hearts beat erratically; pressed together as close as they can be.   

Broken and Bruised Part 7

Dean Winchester x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Both you and Dean stood there, watching as Sam and Cas carefully made their way through the overgrown fields, making sure not to be seen by the inhabitants inside. Giving them a couple of moments to make their way around the house, so you could all head in around the same time.

Reaching over, Dean cupped your face, surprising both of you it seemed. “Y/N, please stick beside me. I know we’ve already talked about this. But I’ve finally gotten you back in my life, I don’t want one of those monsters to take you from me.”

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Odin is my patron but I can't figure out what he could want from me. What can I possibly offer him that is useful? I'm a depressed, forgetful mess.

I have a running theory/UPG that the mere act of honoring a god gives them quite a bit. The more recognition they get, the stronger they are. So even if you can’t perform grand gestures or actively do much at all, just thinking about them, honoring them, keeping their stories alive in your heart is plenty.

I also believe that Odin reaches out and “collects” people who are mentally ill and neurodivergent not because he necessarily “gets” anything out of it, but because being neurodivergent is part of who he is. His very name means Madness. Like calls to like, and I truly believe that being known and honored by neurodivergent folks gives him great satisfaction regardless of what he “gets” out of the deal. 

I so rarely have the spoons to actively practice my faith. What gives me comfort is the knowledge that my god is just as much of a mess as I am. He will never fault me for having no spoons, because he’s mentally ill, too. 

If honoring the gods keeps the gods alive, I truly believe that mentally ill gods are happy just being acknowledged by mentally ill folks, because that keeps that part of them alive. It keeps it from being erased. 

I see myself in him; his Madness stays alive through me.

Artificial Intelligence [LCK]

↠ changkyun x reader feat. hyungwon; 16.3k; boyfriend simulator gone wrong
↠ your new boyfriend is a mystery and hates being jealous, slight possessive behaviour, horror/mystery, video game!au

“I would do anything for you, baby. Why would I lie to you about there being a way for us to be together?” Changkyun asks. He waits a moment, but seeing you’re not going to answer his more rhetorical of questions he moves closer to you, copying your action from a while ago. The lips that ghost over your own are so kissable. You’d wish to do it now. “Forever.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

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