let me run with you

Aries: Let yourself heal. Drink enough vodka to clean out the wounds they left on your insides. It’s okay to shatter sometimes and it’s okay to stand for what’s right. Even if everything hurts, just keep breathing.

Taurus: sometimes making excuses isn’t good enough, how dare you deny someone else their pain. Sometimes a situation is just fucked up and that’s all there is too it. Sometimes it can’t be fixed, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

Gemini: Think about yourself for once. Stop putting people before you, even if it’s me. Let yourself rest you can’t keep running ragged all the god damn time. I know you want to protect everyone but you cant. We love you for it, but you cant.

Cancer: Pain is going to end I swear it will. I know it feels eternal right now. If it’s all you can do to hang on then fucking hang on because you’re strong enough to beat this.

Leo:  Learn to keep your lips shut because some things aren’t meant to be shared. I know they aren’t told as secrets or at two am but they are still not to be talked about so damn casually.

Virgo: This time of year is always hard. Always scary. But you can pull through. I believe you. Believe that you’re past the hospital visits and all the scary parts of this. You are past it.

Libra: Sometimes cutting up yourself to give others isn’t the best solution. You are not always the missing puzzle piece. You don’t always belong and you won’t always be enough. That’s okay.

Scorpio: Wrap yourself up in bubble wrap if you have to. Keep yourself from getting hurt. Keep yourself from opening wounds again as hard as it is. I know you’re scared. I am too. But you’ll be okay.

Sagittarius: Sometimes recovery Isn’t linear. I know you’ve been fighting for progress but sometimes all you need is a backslide to get a little strength back. I know it’s not easy. But you’ll be okay.

Capricorn: What are you doing? Seriously. What the hell are you trying to do here? You need to say what the plan is so we can get on board. Because all we can tell right now is you’re exploding. We need to know how to pick up the pieces.

Aquarius: Stop being ashamed. Your scars, your wounds, your damage is nothing to fucking hide. If it makes them uncomfortable tell them to fuck off. This is your life and you should be proud.

Pisces: Learn to stop taking so many risks. Running right to the edge one day you won’t be able to stop. Learn how to pull back sometimes. I know it’s hard but it’s all you can do.

—  This week’s horoscope

I could never be president because they probably won’t let me run this blog from the oval office. I couldn’t let you guys down like that.

i love the expressions in this little scene so much let me tell you

i love how ford just runs over to them with wide open arms and that stupid grin on his face like just look at how happy he is to see them and how happy they are that he’s unfrozen

and then when he picks them up they’re just kind of startled because it’s so sudden and he’s never really done anything like that before

they’re so happy he’s safe and he’s so happy they’re safe 

then he sees fiddleford and he gets really tense and the look on his face is just so vulnerable and guilty

and dipper and mabel are just really worried because they haven’t told ford anything about mcgucket and they have no idea how this is gonna go 

just look at how defeated ford is here. he’s completely convinced that fiddleford hates him. meanwhile dipper and mabel just want everyone to be happy

and you can see the regret on fiddleford’s face when he says “i’ve tried forgettin’…” like ford’s not the only one who made mistakes mcgucket definitely feels guilty too

but he’s just so overjoyed to have his friend back

look at this pure old man

and then fiddleford puts his arms out and the look on ford’s face just kills me. he just absolutely cannot believe that he is forgiven and his friend is so willing to trust him again and put the past behind him 

and he just steps forward with absolutely no hesitation because he’s thrilled that he’s forgiven but ends up going for a handshake first because “why would he want to hug me i ruined his life” and he’s still in slight disbelief and he’s just so shocked by such a kind gesture

then he realizes it’s a hug and he’s just

so excited because he hasn’t received a hug in so long and he’s so happy

look at how grateful he is that fiddleford forgives him and how glad he is to have such a great friend

dipper and mabel are so happy to see them make up look at their precious faces

in conclusion this is a great scene and i’m so happy that they’re all happy

I need to get away
before you see all that I am
and all that I’ve been through

I bet it just a matter of time
before you realize
what a mess I put myself through

And I never wanted the time to come
when I will see disappointment and disgust
reflected in your eyes

So let me run away for good now
before I get too deep
and trust you too real

And allow me to be
the one who walks away
because I won’t ever manage if it’s you.
—  cynthia go // Running Away

In which Lee Kwangsoo sums up a k-pop bias perfectly.

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

the gang is all here

(also, while reminiscing about it being this time three years ago that Chalo arrived in the U.S., my dad reminded me: “When you left for Malawi I asked only two things of you: 1) don’t go in the lake (because all the advice told you not to), and 2) don’t get a dog (and if you do, do not bring it back with you). You did both.”)

bees, the sequel

(bees, the original)

We’re no strangers to BEES
You know the BEES and so do I
A full BEE is what I’m thinking of
You wouldn’t get this from any other BEE

I just wanna tell you how I’m feeling
Gotta make you understand

Never gonna give you BEES
Never gonna let you BEE
Never gonna run around and desert BEES
Never gonna make you BEES
Never gonna say good BEE
Never gonna tell a BEE and hurt BEE

We’ve known each other for so BEE
Your BEE’s BEEn aching, but
You’re too BEE to say it
Inside, we both know what’s BEEn going on
We know the BEE and we’re gonna play it

And if you ask BEE how I’m feeling
Don’t tell me you’re too BEE to BEE

Never gonna BEE you BEES
Never gonna BEE you BEE
Never gonna BEE around and desert BEES
Never gonna BEE you BEES
Never gonna BEE good BEE
Never gonna BEE a BEE and hurt BEE

Never gonna BEE BEE BEES
Never gonna BEE BEE BEE
Never gonna BEE around and BEE BEES
Never gonna BEE BEE BEES
Never gonna BEE BEE BEE
Never gonna BEE a BEE and BEE BEE

(Ooh, give you BEE)
(Ooh, give you BEE)
Never gonna BEE, never gonna BEE
(Give you BEE)
Never gonna BEE, never gonna BEE
(Give you BEE)

BEE’ve known each other for so BEE
BEE BEE’s BEE aching, but
BEE too BEE to say BEE
Inside, BEE both know what’s BEEn going on
We BEE the BEE and we’re gonna play BEE

I just wanna tell you how I’m BEEING
Gotta make you under BEE

Never BEE a BEE BEE BEES
Never BEE a BEE BEE BEE
Never BEE a BEE around and BEE BEES
Never BEE a BEE BEE BEES
Never BEE a BEE BEE BEE
Never BEE a BEE a BEE and BEE BEE

BEE BEE a BEE BEE BEES
BEE BEE a BEE BEE BEE
BEE BEE a BEE a BEE and BEE BEES
BEE BEE a BEE BEE BEES
BEE BEE a BEE BEE BEE
BEE BEE a BEE a BEE BEE BEE BEE

BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEES
BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE
BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEES
BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEES
BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE
BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE

@lexiconluthor‘s Girl Next Door Bun - in pastrybox’s Saccharines

A simple recolour of one of my favourite maxis-match hairs!

  • 16 swatches (palette here)
  • Custom thumbnail for easy access
  • You NEED the mesh here
  • YA above
  • Pretty sure it’s BG compatible!

Download: SIMFILESHARE! :3

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recursion - (707 x mc)

prompt: sob.

rating: 13+ (spoilers for all routes)

notes: ah. yeah. thanks guys for all your heart wrenching reset theory art. it inspired this monster of a drabble. it’s not even a drabble any more! it’s 2145 words too long! anyway, it’s written in the style of entertain the pain (tho the original version is arranged differently) and references some of my other works. ahahaha. so i thought, wow, this is a perfect celebratory piece.

in other news, there is an epilogue. ask and thou shall receive! though i like this ending too. :3 i hope you guys suffer as i have enjoy. <(_ _)>

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