let you back in my life

hello everybody! i’m back here with one of my awful guides about how to survive university. i’m back because i struggled a lot last semester (aka my first academic semester, yay) but i guess i’ve finally found my balance!

What was hard to get is that the fact that i’m very busy with academic life doesn’t allow me to let myself rot. You heard that: you gotta take care of yourself, buddy. It was hard to learn, at least to me, because i get totally absorbed by work and everything but i’m trying to think about myself as well. Here’s what i wish i knew when i first move out:

  • eat yummy food: i spend four months dying to go back home just to eat something which wasn’t almost uncooked meat or terrible veggie burgers but this semester i’ve somehow decided i wanna treat myself. I trying to cook myself food (a+ food) and sometimes i make extra food so that i can freeze it and eat it whenever i don’t feel like cooking. I’ve discovered nice recipes just browsing the internet! (unfortunately, i’m italian and i can’t link you my cook blog references but i’d be happy to translate it for you so just text me if you wanna know more!)
  • body lotions: fucking use it! they make you skins softer and scented and i swear they make me feel like i’m truly taking care of myself!
  • clean your room: sometimes you are just overwhelmed by work and everything but you’ve gotta remember that a nice and tidy environment is truly helpful! (i can’t tell you more because i’m still working on it lmao)
  • allow yourself to relax: sometimes i feel guilty when i’m not studying so i force myself to keep my eyes on books but sometimes i feel like it’s  counter-prodictive.  The more you study the more tired you are and it’s tolerable when exams are on because you know you’re gonna relax as they’re over but how about when they’re still far? Just chill: you’ll be refreshed and stronger for your exams!

when I met ezra the other day i literally felt so awestruck. like in my head i told myself it was no big deal and i just wanted to say hello and thank him for all the happiness he’s brought into my life, but then it turned into a 15 minute convo about how we both came out as queer. i dont want to get too into detail about it because he told me some things his team and manager told him in private so i dont want to share it if he hasnt already?? anyways we hugged twice and the second one was so long, like 4 minutes into it i patted his back to pull away and he hugged me closer and said “im not letting you get away again!” and sighed into my back and some people behind us were like “awwwww” and basically hes a very warm, very magical person who will talk to you like youre the only one in existence and he was stroking my arms very comfortingly and kept asking me if i was okay and then he said “promise me that you’re doing okay” cause i shared this thing about coming out and he was so worried at first it was so sweet and my friend has all the pics but i might keep them to myself for a while cause they make me so happy. Btw this all happened monday and its thursday now which means i have been running off adrenaline for 4 days just from meeting him

One Dance (Ethan Dolan x Reader)

Summary: Losing your friends at a Drake concert doesn’t turn out so bad after all.

Warnings: eh none

A/N: I saw Drake last month and it was basically this imagine only Ethan wasn’t there :( still it was literally the best night of my life. I’m thinking about doing a continuation/part two to this but it would probably just be pure smut, let me know what you think and leave requests!

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TalesFromYourServer: Table of 10 in tears.

I served a family of 10 tonite, two sets of grandparents, 2.5 sets of thier adult children and one 9 year old. One of the sons wives had just died, like just on Monday, and they were coming to eat after the funeral bc it was where the couple had their wedding reception four years ago. No one told me this.

I head to my 10 top in good spirits, “Hey yall Im D. Big group, we celebrating anything?” Man from the youngest couple responds – “No.” And my cache response is, “Thats okay! Just celebrating life then!” You can only imagine how many tears that brought. 5 minutes in and Ive managed to make half a table cry – but Im completely clueless as to why??! So I back off on the jolly sever routine and just take a bar order and let them settle in. Observing body language, I can start to see that everyone is paired up except one man, whos sitting with his arm around an empty chair - and then it dawns on me that someone - his partner- has died!

Well when the food comes out, the food runner doesnt realize he should skip the empty seat in the seat count. Really, its not his fault, the widower guy ordered a martini and a glass of wine for his wife – who would never ever drink it – and even had her purse slung over the chair. It was odd. The foodrunner must have asked if anyone was sitting in the chair, because everyone was in tears over their steaming steaks and lamb chops by the time I was able to rush over and sort the delivery out.

By the end both grandmothers had gotten drunk enough to call me over and apologize for being a group of mourning lunatics. Their daughter had only been sick for 6 months that they knew, and then passed away from ALS Monday. They both asked me about my wife and family and made me promise to never fight with them or hate them.

They all fought over the bill, but the main grandfather had given me his card before anyone even arrived – 110 on 560 but It could have been 5$ honestly. That was the saddest table of my life.

By: thedailydaren

anonymous asked:

What about one where the reader is Tony DiNozzo's sister, and married to Shawn, and gets shot?? Happy ending please w. some fluff maybe???

The two men in your life were having a staredown. Tony narrowed his eyes as he judged Shawn. He didn’t like Californians. And now his sister was married to one.
Shawn smiled coyly. “Are we having an eye battle, or are we eye lovemaking?”
Tony’s eyes slightly widened, but he didn’t let it phase him. “I’m just sizing you up.”
“Well, don’t forget my hair.” Tony’s brother in law reached up and smoothed back his locks. Tony grimaced. Great. Californians.
“Mister Spencer?” A nurse asked as He approached.
Shawn and Tony sprung up. “Yes?” They both said.
“I’m her husband.”
“And I’m her brother.”
The nurse nodded and looked down at his clipboard. “We removed the bullet from (Y/N) and stopped the blood loss, so she’s stable now. She’s in and out of conciseness. She said if you were both here,” he flipped another page. “You needed to get along or she would die.”
“Mm, she’s always been extreme.” Shawn nodded. “Especially when it comes to food. (Y/N)’s very passionate about gummy worms. Did you know that, Tony?”
Tony’s brows raised as the nurse walked away. Was… was this guy SERIOUSLY challenging him? “Yeah. Sour only. No gummy bears unless she’s sad.”
This time, Spencer was the one who looked slightly surprised. “Cheese?”
“On salad and soup, orange is fine. On sandwiches, white only.”
“She’s a little racist about her cheese colors.” Shawn leaned a little to Tony’s face. “What about onions?”
“Soft. No crunch.”
Shawn and Tony stared for a little while more, then sat back down. Even though they’d clash, maybe they could bond over one thing: how much you mattered to them.

anonymous asked:

TEN & 24 :D

Anon said: 24 with ten !!!!! omg

Send in a number and a NCT member and I’ll write a drabble ^^

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” 

“Y/N, stop it! It’s my life!” You pull at the bottle of alcohol in your best friend’s hands, trying to get him from drinking so early in the morning. He only pulls back, whining at you.

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka! Give me the bottle, Ten, before I get Johnny over here!”

“I wanna live my life and you guys are here, ruining my fun! I just got dumped let me drink my life away!”

“Oh my fucking- you didn’t get dumped! Is that what you’ve been telling people- Ten, give me the bottle!” You tug one last time and Ten lets go, and somehow the bottle flies out of your hands, crashing to the kitchen floor and spilling everywhere. Almost immediately Ten is on the floor next to the broken bottle, his head close to the mess.

“I swear to fuck if you lick any of that up I’m going to get that girl to puke on your favorite shirt three more times and then you’ll feel worse than being dumped.”

Ten looks between the spill and you, deciding it’s not even worth it before leaning back against one of the cupboards. “You owe me another bottle.”

“Just like that girl owes you a new shirt. Sure, Ten. It’ll totally happen.”

“I just wanted to have a good time…” Ten whines. You throw a towel and a dustpan in his direction.

“Get to cleaning and maybe then I’ll care about your problems, buddy.”

So I just want to let you guys know that the content of this blog is probably going to be changing a lot soon, I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that i am transgender (mtf). after a lot of soul searching and 5 years of going back and forth of debating whether or not its worth it to live my life like this ive decided that im not going to spend another day or week or month lying to myself. Its really hard being in the industry im in but my happiness is more important.

anonymous asked:

My secret is that I'm in love with this man who probably is incapable of truly being in love with me back. I've been holding back my life for him and even though I now see it as a mistake I still am in love with him and I don't want to let go. It's taken everything out of me, I know I'm the only one that has control but I let it happen because my life is so empty without him.

I’ve been there + I wholeheartedly understand what you’re going through. Although you do have the control, you can’t help what you feel. And sometimes when people fail to reciprocate feelings we have, it almost makes you want to try harder. Of course you deserve so much better, and you know that. But don’t hesitate taking your life back over. Try seeing it as a lesson rather than a mistake, not everything is a total loss. Either way I’m 100% here for you babes

I'm convinced most people on tumblr be making up stories to either

A- get attention B - try to find an interesting way to portray something they learned to make them feel smarter than you lol But let’s focus on the A Like I’m convinced a lot of y'all make this shit up and everyone knows it’s fake. Cause I swear if the stuff I read on here happened in real life.. and people still fuck with yall? Nah this gotta be bogus. Some of y'all have said to have done some fucked up shit man lol ain’t no way you have friends still . Let me take my ass back to sleep tho like I don’t work in 3 hours 😪 I’ve been sleep half the day

Originally posted by xxpenciledinxx

This means that Spain, Portugal, Germany, Netherlands, and the UK, are all back on the table, if I can connect with some really cheap hostels and airbnbs or campsites, or maybe find house-sitting gigs, or talk to friends without cats (bc I have a literally life-threatening allergy) who will let me couch surf for a week or so (and of course, wherever I settle permanently, I’ll return the favor).

I’ll settle down permanently SOMEWHERE eventually, but who knows where? (Probably someplace I can buy into a national health care plan fairly quickly.)

“If you’re so poor, how can you afford to travel?” Like, buddy, with how small my disability pension is, as long as I plan carefully, it may be cheaper to travel around the world than it is to try to live on my own in the United States. How fucked up is that?

My daughter is home from college, for Spring break.  We hung out all day together.  First we went to the eye dr’s.  She got contacts, for the first time, and I got a new pair of glasses.  She made me try on a 1000 pairs, and wouldn’t let me pick anything she didn’t think was cool.  She told me that one pair made me look like a grandmother.  You never saw a pair of glasses go back on the rack so fast, in your life!!

We also went to Petco and ohhh and ahhhhed over all the hamsters!!!  We are dangerous in there together, I tell you.

We had to pick up rx at CVS and we where making the cashier laugh so hard that she messed up.  I said we were sorry for distracting her, but she said “Oh no!  You are just so interesting.  Please come back in together, again.”  LOL  Great, I told Hannah we should take our show on the road.

Back in high school during my jr year I went on this art field trip, long story short. At the end of the trip, the artist gave us some life advice and it went something like “always give it 3 days, if you’re feeling down the first day let it flow into the 3rd day and something will change” now I’m 22 and I still hold onto that. It’s all mental. Nothing can ever stay the same.

You’re going to need a person in your life who makes you smile even when you’re mad. Who knows your heart like the back of her hand and calls you out on your bullshit. Who says, “screw him,” and “I love you,” and, “you got this,” and really means it. Late nights of long phone calls and laughing until your ribs hurt. You need a person who sees you for what you can be, what you will be, and never lets you be any less. A weirdo, preferably. Who yells your name across street just to embarrass you. Who holds you when he breaks your heart and keeps you strong when he comes crawling back. Who tells the truth when she talks about life and makes you feel a little less alone. A person who is beyond words, beyond thanks, beyond what you could have asked for. Find this person. Trust me. You’re going to need her.
—  a thank you to my best friend, who is all of this and more

You could’ve just said my name.

I would have stopped. I would have ran back to you and given you everything. I would’ve have sobbed into your shoulders and held you close. I would’ve screamed how much I loved you. I would have always stopped.

But you let me walk away, with the tears streaming down my cheeks in the harsh air, gripping the harsh truth.

—  Classy
Mary is acting out ‘a post- Reichenbach’ Sherlock

The ultimate revenge. She jets off around the world, seemingly to keep John safe… just like Sherlock did in The Reichenbach Fall. 

Except, here comes the diabolical bit. This is Mary taunting Sherlock, twisting the knife in further: she is saying all the things Sherlock wanted to say when he came back to John in The Empty Hearse, but couldn’t.

That’s why her letter to John is so melodramatic: She is mocking Sherlock, imitating what  he would be like writing such a love letter to John. Just make a few alterations and imaging this is Sherlock writing to John, if he was able to let him know that he was simply ‘leaving’ during The Reichenbach Fall:

My darling, I need to tell you this because you mustn’t hate me for going away.  I gave myself permission to have an ordinary life. I’m not running, I promise you that, I just need to do this in my own way.  But I don’t want you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm, I’m sorry, my love. I know you’ll try to find me but there is no point. Every move is random and not even Sherlock Holmes you can anticipate the roll of a dice. I need to move the target far, far away from you and Rosie, and then I’ll come back, my darling. I swear I will.

Sherlock was trying to ‘give himself permission’ to have ‘an ordinary life’, to fall in love.

And then, Mary goes one step further. She imitates what Sherlock would have liked to say to John during his reunion with him in The Empty Hearse:

You’re always a good man, John, I’ve never doubted that. You never judge, you never complain. I don’t deserve you, I… All I ever wanted to do was keep you and Rosie safe, that’s all.

This is her revenge, excruciatingly painful for Sherlock. She is throwing all of his deeply intimate, unspoken words out into the open, spitting them back in his face. She is saying: See? This is what could have happened to you, but it didn’t. You’ve failed. 

Oh, she is wicked, that one.

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Newt crouches on the floor. Credence looks to him, the tiniest trace of hope dawning in his expression: Might there be a way back?

LISTEN UP AND LET ME TELL YOU WHY I’M EMOTIONAL ABOUT THIS.

FOR ONE, WHEN NEWT CROUCHES ON THE FLOOR HE GETS ON THE SAME LEVEL, ON EYE LEVEL WITH CREDENCE. HE DOESN’T TALK DOWN TO HIM OR BELITTLES HIM OR GIVES HIM THE FEELING HE’S AN AUTHORITY OR IN ANY WAY IN THE POSITION OF POWER. THIS IS IMPORTANT. CREDENCE HAS SPENT HIS LIFE BEING SURROUNDED BY PEOPLE WHO LET HIM KNOW JUST HOW POWERLESS HE WAS. WHAT KIND OF FREAK HE WAS. ALSO, THIS WAY OF SLOW CROUCHING IS A THING WE OFTEN DO WHEN TRYING TO APPROACH A FRIGHTENED ANIMAL IN ORDER NOT TO SCARE IT AWAY. MANY SMALL ANIMALS ARE AFRAID OF GIANTS LIKE US. SO. NEWT IS TOTALLY USING HIS MAGIZOOLOGIST SKILLS HERE, DON’T TELL ME OTHERWISE.

TWO, NEWT HAPPENS TO BE THE FIRST CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE (AND PROBABLY CREDENCE’S LIFE TBH) TO ACTUALLY ASK CREDENCE IF IT’S OKAY TO COME NEAR HIM. HE ACTUALLY GIVES HIM A CHOICE. NO ONE ELSE HAS DONE THIS. GRINDELGRAVES CONTROLLED HIM THROUGHOUT THE MOVIE AND NEVER ONCE ASKED FOR CREDENCE’S CONSENT FOR LITERALLY ANYTHING. THE FALSE AFFECTIONATE TOUCHES CREDENCE RECEIVED WERE ALWAYS TIED TO CONDITIONS. NEVER ONCE HAS CREDENCE BEEN ASKED SO TRUELY AND SINCERELY, “IS THIS OKAY FOR YOU? CAN I DO THIS?”

JUST SCRAPE ME OFF THE FLOOR TBH

The Signs as Quotes from the Movie "Heathers"
  • Aries: It's not very subtle, but neither's blowing up a whole school, now is it?
  • Taurus: "You look like hell." "Yeah? I just got back."
  • Gemini: This isn't just a spoke in my menstrual cycle.
  • Cancer: Our love is God. Let's go get a slushie.
  • Leo: Dear Diary, my teen angst bullshit has a body count.
  • Virgo: If you were happy every day of your life, you wouldn't be human; you'd be a game show host.
  • Libra: I love my dead gay son.
  • Scorpio: Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
  • Sagittarius: Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?
  • Capricorn: I say we just grow up, be adults, and die.
  • Aquarius: Why are you pulling my dick?
  • Pisces: Chaos is great. Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.
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too young - sabrina carpenter

I’m probably too old to be writing about this song, given that people I know my age are getting married on purpose, but if I think back far enough I can remember what it was like to be young and sure I was in love, so let’s go back in time for a bit.

When I was 13, 14, 15, I had a best friend. I quite genuinely thought she would be my best friend for the rest of my life, despite our long distance friendship. I also definitely thought I was in love with her, which was a lot of awakenings at the time but definitely not the point. The point is that I was 15 and in love, and defiant that I wasn’t too young for that.

If I’m too young / to fall in love / why do you keep running through my brain?

Sabrina sings the beginning of this song from an outsider’s perspective, things people have said to her. Everyone tells me I gotta go slow / and it’s gonna hurt sometimes / no matter what you do. When you’re young, everyone sets you up for heartbreak. Whatever it is, if you’re young, it won’t last. It can’t last. It’s not real.

I don’t want to say that’s true but it kind of is. I haven’t spoken to my old best friend since I was 18 and she up and decided we weren’t friends anymore. That isn’t fair to her, but this isn’t her platform, it’s mine, so for the sake of the narrative I wasn’t too young to know I was in love with her and she up and left.

So it’s gonna hurt sometimes.

I know better now than I did when I was a teenager, but I was in love then inasmuch as I knew how to be. It was real. If I’m too young / to know anything / why do I know that I’m just not the same? That’s real, inasmuch as anything can be real when you’re 15. I’ve got to fall to fly.

Sabrina’s not misguided or young, but what she’s experiencing is a specific kind of real that’s only real for a short period of time. It’s only real when you’re young, in those liminal teenage years where everything is too real and you feel it all more than anyone else.