letter-to-you

girls of color are so precious!!
queer girls of color? fucking beautiful!!
nonbinary girls of color? hella sweet angels!!
trans girls of color? goddesses among humanity!!
sapphic girls of color? marvelous!! 100/10!!
disabled girls of color? so pretty!!
autistic girls of color? gorgeous!!
chronically ill girls of color? pure n adorable!!

But it was just a hookup, right? A one night stand where for a moment the night seemed endless, and kisses were secrets to be shared with everyone who walked past the street corner. 

For one bright morning there was a warm arm, and hands that wanted to map me out. There was a joke, and another. There was laughter, and smiles.

No, I couldn’t say I like him. Because that’s not what we do.

Everyone please go read @inktae ‘s masterpiece: Lavender Hues.

I cried reading this piece when it was posted some time ago, and it’s not because of the plot (not all of it at least), but because Mari’s writing is so beautiful you can only stop whatever you’re doing and read, read and read, enjoying every single word, every description and metaphor, until you’re done and you need to read it again to drink in every detail.

I was desolate when I first read it because I knew I’d never reach the level of beauty she achieves with each work she creates, but god I after the first two paragraphs I didn’t even care, I was crying like a child all throughout the piece because it really is a sublimely crafted piece of art, delicate and intricate and just so well put together.

I never do this. I never ever do this, but this is one of my favourite pieces and you should cherish and love it and shower Mari with love because she’s an incredible writer, a great inspiration, and foremost, an amazing human being. If I’m here it’s because I was once inspired by her talent… so THANK YOU MARI FOR SHARING YOUR WORK WITH US.

anonymous asked:

So, you say heteroromantic asexuals aren't inherently lgbt+, because of the 'hetero' part. What about the aromantic asexuals? Zero hetero. Zero opposite-sex attraction. NO HET. Do they pass your gatekeeping test? Because you discourses seem to (conveniently) forget they exist. Or you come right out and say they don't belong, admitting that it's not the 'het' you have a problem with at all, it's the ace part. So which is it?

man you’re already patting yourself on the back with this ask and you won’t take my answer no matter what i say because you already think you’re right and you just want an ego boost and since you already think you’re right any answer of mine will only provide further validation in your wrong, shitty opinion but sure, i’ll bite

aroaces aren’t het, sure, but they’re not lgbt either. the basis of the lgbt community is for those who need protection against cishets. in order to qualify you need to either experience sga (same or similar gender attraction) or not be cis and cis aroaces are neither. so no, they aren’t lgbt, and they don’t pass my “gatekeeping” test 

1. There is so much that you will accomplish in your life, and believe me when I tell you that you are going to amount to great things.

2. So many people in the world are filled with hate. I honestly hope that you will help stop the hate, by first starting to love yourself. I hope you discover who you want to be.

3. I want you to be happy with whatever choices that you made in the past because at one time or another that choice is the choice that you wanted. But, remember things always happen for a reason, so don’t get to upset when things don’t work out the way that you want them to. Something better will come along. It may not be immediately, but it will come.

4.   Remember to keep you head up even when you feel like everyone is forcing it down. If you fall down get back up. Never give up on what you love just because someone disapproves or you are trying to impress someone, what you love is what makes you, you.

and lastly,

5. Please remember to smile again.  Even if it is stormy in your life right now, and it feels as if the world would be better with one less person in it. Even the darkest of storms pass because the sun will always come out again.

—  Things I’d tell the younger me, but never got the chance so now I keep an open letter to you, my dearest daughter. 45/365
I fell in love with you not knowing what love really was. I stayed in love with you because no one else made me feel the way you did.I still fall in love with you everyday because there’s no one I picture my future with other than you
Apologies to a 15 year old me

I’m sorry I’ve dyed and cut and permanently straightened your hair so much- it was better the way it was and now it will never be the same.

I’m sorry I quit gymnastics- I know you loved it. And soccer and track and tennis and skiing and the piano. I’m so, so sorry- I was lazy. But you don’t regret it as much as you thought you would.

I’m sorry I didn’t use more of that cream on your scar or maybe I’m sorry I used as much as I did- because now, 10 years later, you’re still not comfortable with it and it puts a strain on a lot of your relationships. But know that you’ve grown to accept that it’s part of who you are and there is no “you” without that scar.

I’m sorry I hurt that boy you cared about so much once you finally got him. You’ll know who I’m talking about in 3 years. That is something I didn’t mean, that was a mistake.

On the topic of boys, I’m sorry I’ve talked to and done more with boys you would never have wanted me to talk to. But you’ll understand what it’s like to not use your brain. It’ll take a few years because you always use yours now and you won’t start actually drinking until junior year of college. But one day in 2009 and then again in 2011 and 2016, you’ll understand what it’s like to fall so quickly for someone you shouldn’t.

I’m sorry that I didn’t live up to everything you and everyone else knew I could be. I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to buy dad a car yet and I didn’t get into Harvard Law and I don’t have a secret modeling career on the side. I’m also sorry that everyone else led you to believe you could do anything in the world and be amazing at it because sometimes that’s just not possible and it has nothing to do with you or how amazing you are.

I’m sorry you eventually forget most of your languages and stop trying to learn them but you pick up a little bit of a few new ones and you eventually make it out of the country. And sorry, but you hate it.

Lastly, I’m sorry your current crush gets married in college and I’m sorry your next crush won’t give you the time of day and I’m sorry your amazing SAT scores still weren’t enough for Columbia and I’m sorry that I didn’t try in high school because maybe if I did, they would have been. And I’m sorry you lose touch with your current best friends but it’s okay, really. And I’m sorry but no, the boys in high school don’t ever give you the attention you for some reason want but they’re all fat and bald now and you’re somehow even more pretty.

And I know it might not sound like it but you are so happy right now. You get that sister-like best friend you always wanted, you stay up until 5am laughing your ass off with friends and strangers more times than you can count, you still have abs, you get more boys than you know what to do with, you graduate the best college you could have chosen summa cum laude, you have neighbors that show up at your door with wine and ice cream (yes, seriously), you learn so many new games and expressions that you love, Grandma makes it to 100, Uncle Rich is still the coolest uncle around, and it takes 7 more years but you finally get your first puppy.

Oh but most of all, you haven’t lost sight of who you are. And you never, ever can. Shine bright, you crazy diamond. I love you and everything you become.
Finish Your Antibiotics

I’m sorry, this isn’t Jojo at all but I think I’ve had it for today. As a pharmacy tech, I’m tired of hearing “Well, I started to feel better so I didn’t finish them.” I always knew this but now as a Molecular and Cellular Biology major, I not only know why but how. If you’re willing to heed my advice from the title, good; be on your way. If you need to know more, keep reading.

It’s widely known–to some extent–that not completing a regiment of antibiotics can result in resistant bacteria, or even super bacteria.

But in an infection, you already have resistant bacteria lurking. Not taking antibiotics doesn’t literally create resistant bacteria. So how, then, do the antibiotics take care of the resistant ones?

A lot of antibiotics aren’t bacterialcidal: They don’t actually kill them. Many inhibit growth by some mechanism depending if the bacteria is gram negative or gram positive. For example, penicillin inhibits growth by disrupting the formation of a peptidoglycan layer on gram positive bacteria. Others target the LPS layer on gram negative ones. This keeps the non resistant bacteria at bay. So what kills the resistant ones? Your immune system. Antibiotics buy time and energy for your immune system to recognize and destroy the resistant strains. Your immune system is intelligent in that sense and can form antibodies for new illnesses. It’s important to give your immune system this time because bacteria grow, mutate, and transfer genetic material at astonishing rates. If you wanted to look at a microcosm of the mechanics that go into evolution, you’ve got it with bacteria. 

There are three methods aside from binary fission in which they transfer genes (I won’t get into the minutia of the form of informational material): Transformation, transduction and conjugation.

In transformation, a bacteria can pickup lost genes from a ruptured and dead cell.

Transduction is a way to transfer information via a viral vector.

In conjugation, genes are transferred through something called a pilus: It’s a bridge between two cells that pipes a copy of the information from one cell to another receptive cell and is the only method that doesn’t involve killing either cells. Resistant bacteria like to give around that resistance information like they’re burning a CD for their friends.

So please finish your antibiotics if you’ve been given them. It doesn’t matter if you’ve started to feel better or even great. Finish them.

(Hey science people, If I’ve missed anything or even got something wrong, help me out. There’s obviously lengthy stuff I’ve left out but I think I got the basics).

Fall in love with someone that doesn’t make you think that you are hard to love.
— 

-After all… no one is perfect.

-m.t.t.

OPENING UP YOUR HEART TO SOMEONE…

…isn’t always the easiest thing to do,

but giving your heart to someone is about a million times harder.

Love is an interesting thing,

so many people have so many different definitions of love

that it’s hard to tell when it’s really happened to you.

It always sneaks up in its own way.

It can hit you like an unexpected fast ball,

or it can take nearly your whole life to creep up on you

when you have lost all hope of ever falling in love.

One thing to always remember,

that I found out the hard way though,

is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

You can love your best friend with an unconditional kind of love that will never fade,

the kind of love that tells you he or she always has and always will be there for you.

Then there is that special kind of love the kind

that is not only emotion, but action.

The kind you feel when that special someone has crept or pushed their way into your life.

The kind of love that has hit me early in life.

You can tell someone or someone can tell you that you don’t know

what love is, you’re to young, you have no clue the depths

or hurts involved with real true love.

It’s all false. You can have that special kind of love at 13 up until
the day you die,

even then you might not know the exact meaning of what it is to love someone,

but just because you can’t explain it, doesn’t mean you can’t feel it.

Although I’ve moved on, I still think about you sometimes and how I wish I could call you and tell you all the things I never had the chance to say. Or maybe I did have the chance, I just never took it. I don’t know. I hope that you are filled with excitement and passion. I hope that you are more motivated, hard-working, sensible, and most of all, content with the person you are growing into. I’m sure your plans for life have changed since you last told me all about them, but plans don’t ever work out the way you want them to. Ours didn’t. So wherever, however, and whoever you end up being, I hope you are bubbling with excitement, sick with passion, consumed by hope, motivated by fear, stronger than pain, and your heart pulses with joy.
—  Everything I Never Said
I hope you get the chance to meet someone at a bar that makes you want to stay out until 3am on a Wednesday.

I hope that same girl laughs at your stupid jokes and will go to sci-fi movies with you.

I hope you one day have coworkers that value your opinions and make you excited to go to work in the morning and leave drawings on your desk.

I hope that one Christmas morning you get to see the look on your daughters face when you surprise her with a puppy.

I hope you have sons that look just like you and appreciate spending time with you because I know you’ll be at every soccer game.

I hope you can go to sleep easily knowing that people love you and your efforts are worth it.

I really just hope that one day you’re genuinely, seriously happy and you forget about everything that ever hurt you, including me.
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Spells and potions are from @orriculum but the idea to draw and decorate my grimoire is from @recumbentibuss after I saw their pages, especially the Rose Quartz Healing Tears. It never occurred to me to draw in my grimoire until in saw that.

bang pd nim more like min yoongi bs&t era 50 years later ((@ anyone who’s reblogging this i am nOt making fun of him cmon im going emo all over the tags;_;))


He leaned close - the scent of polished leather, and sage hitting her - his lips whisper soft against her brow as he kissed her. 

“Indess,” Zevran murmured, her heart breaking for him. She had known from his glances, the way he would cut across the battlefield to support her, that he thought of her more than a friend. The fact that he still cherished her, knowing she loved another - it felt like she had betrayed him, betrayed his kindness. 

“No matter the decision you make, people will understand.” He pulled back briefly, smiling at her sadly, as if he already knew the answer to his unasked question. “But Antiva is beautiful this time of year. The sea glitters as you walk down the harbour, rain and mud are but a thought, unlike Ferelden." 

There was a wistful tone to his words, the rogue drawing in a deep breath, homesickness hitting him. It always did when he spoke of Antiva. It was hard not to cry at his gentleness, at the calloused touch of his hand on her cheek, fingers stained with betrayal and death, but there was a softness to them - the caress of a lover. 

Perhaps a small bit of her did love him, in some strange, forgotten way. Alistair had claimed her heart, but Zevran made her very soul catch alight. 

"You have sacrificed enough for this world. Come home with me.”


Complete credit to @warsonghold for the stunning snippet! 

I know that I have to end it… I know that it’s never going to work out between us… but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less.
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-You’ll always have a piece of my heart.

-m.t.t.