letters to sara

See, the problem with how Sara Lance is written in Arrow is that they make you think she’s this brooding, stone cold killer, which she totally is. But once you watch Legends of Tomorrow you realize she’s also just like the BIGGEST FUCKING DORK??? When you’re watching Arrow, you miss out on the finger guns and the peace signs and the trademark Sara Lance smirk. You miss out on the flirting with girls from every era and the “pew” sound she makes when she announces it isn’t her first rodeo. In conclusion, every person should watch legends of tomorrow

Ho deciso di scriverti questa lettera perchè mi sono resa conto di avere ancora troppe cose da dirti. Ormai non è più un segreto che ho ricevuto una bella batosta in amore, anche i muri sono stufi di sentirmi parlare sempre di te. La mia stessa mente non ne può più di pensieri che ti riguardano,dubito fortemente che tu vorrai soffermarti su queste parole che ti scrivo perchè hai cancellato ogni traccia di noi..quel noi durato troppo poco e svanito troppo in fretta.
Mi piace ricordare come mi cercavi subito dopo che io andavo via da te. Mi piace ripensare alle lunghe telefonate prima di andare a dormire. Eri più folle tu di me. Eri quello che si era affezionato per primo e io quella fredda  e diffidente. Come sono cambiate le cose.
Eri curioso di conoscermi, ricordi? Dei nostri 900 Km di distanza non te ne importava nulla. Volevi stare in mia compagnia, volevi che ti accompagnassi ovunque. Ci eri rimasto male per una mia piccola assenza. Dubito fortemente che due persone possano entrare così in sintonia in così poco tempo. Eravamo già una cosa sola, senza nessun anno di conoscenza alle spalle. Ogni momento con te è stato magico, come in una favola che non avevo mai vissuto prima. Ho creduto ad ogni tua parola, ad ogni tua promessa. Hai disciolto le mie barriere e i miei dubbi come nessuno era mia riuscito a fare.Non è da me perdere la testa: sia perchè non mi fido mai così tanto e poi perchè voglio sempre tener sotto controllo tutto. Ma ci sei riuscito e non può essere un caso. Troppe coincidenze. Troppi attimi vissuti che sono stampati sulla mia anima.
Che poi, io lo sapevo che non poteva durare molto. Una persona con una mente iperattiva come la tua si sarebbe stufata presto di non vedere la persona amata a lungo. Solo che ho sempre creduto che ne valesse la pena. Ero così schifosamente felice del nostro amore, che io non ci avrei mai rinunciato. Io ero collegata a te, non so come.  
Ricordo ancora quel giorno in cui mi hai detto “ci sta un'altra” e non so neanche io cosa dovevo dire o fare,so solo che iniziai a piangere fra le braccia della mia migliore amica. 
Tu non lo sai ma tutt'ora mi sento inferiore a lei. 
Mi sento imperfetta,sbagliata e non all'altezza. 
Quando al telefono mi parlavi di lei,quando mi dicevi che per te lei era la tua medicina, mascheravo tutto il dolore dietro ad un sorriso e quando chiudevi scoppiavo a piangere come una bambina. 
Quello che mi lascia più interdetta è il tuo comportamento: mi hai lasciata tu,da un giorno all'altro, mi distruggi giorno dopo giorno e sei geloso se qualcuno mi parla o mi fa sorridere.
Tu mi manchi,la tua mancanza si sente dentro le ossa e fa male,male da morire, è passato un mese da quando è finito tutto eppure io parlo ancora di te,penso a te.
Ricordi quando mi dicevi: “se andiamo al mare e porto la macchinetta fotografica, farei foto a te e non al paesaggio.” e quanti sorrisi in quel momento ma si sa,c'è chi di parola e chi di parole e tu sei soltanto di parole. Sei fatto di promesse non mantenute e di parole buttate al vento e mi dispiace dire questo ma è così la realtà.È durata meno del previsto, sono dispiaciuta, ma la scelta è stata tua e io non ho nulla da rimproverarmi. Hai i fatti tuoi, hai la tua vita e, anche se non vuoi ammetterlo, non mi hai trattata molto bene. Non che mi aspettassi chissà che cosa. Ma se a qualcuno dispiace di aver spezzato un cuore, fa quel che può per alleviare il dolore, non lo fa aumentare con una conditina di menefreghismo. Il che ovviamente fa sorgere la domanda spontanea: ma chi sei dunque? Lo stesso che fino a poco tempo fa sembrava morire senza di me? Ma non sono più affari miei. Hai deciso. E io ho capito che è finita. Mi manchi, indubbiamente. A te probabilmente no. Passerà anche questa, ma mi riservo di scriverti ancora qualche lettera, giusto per sfogarmi un po’.
—  Sara,400fottutichilometri.
ID #63582

Name: Angelina
Age: 16
Country: Australia

Hi i’m looking for a super cool friend , i really enjoy music such as HAIM , Tegan and Sara , Paramore. My fave movie is Perks of being a wallflower , i really likes cats and talking in a very Aussie accent

Preferences: Any gender 16-18 , someone that can talk about anything they need to and that can speak english, because i can only speak english

anonymous asked:

i really want to kill myself and i have no one to go to and i think i'm going to do it

Listen to me. I have been there. I know that place all too well. And I also know suicidal people don’t reach out like this unless some part of them has hope. So as bad as you feel, as much as this is tearing you apart right now, as much as you want to give it all up and let go, there is a part of you that believes me when I say: there is life after this.

One day, things won’t be like they are now. Whether you want it or not, a change is coming. Your life can’t be like this forever, because the world is constantly changing and evolving, and you with it. Please believe me, even if your faith is shaky, that things will change. And when they do, you’re going to want to see it. There is more coming than you can possibly imagine. Stay alive for the stars, for new love, for getting better, for getting to know the person you really are when hopelessness isn’t in the way. There is so much waiting for you. And until it does change, and you wake up actually glad to have stayed, know that you’re not alone in your dark place. I am here for you, and I will come sit with you as long as you need.

But you will stay. You have to. We need you to. And the you that will live through this, they need you most of all. They need you broken and shaky and fucked up and here. So please stay.

Here are numbers to call/text if you’re in the United States:
National Suicide Prevention Lifeline: 1-800-273-8255
Crisis Text Line: text CONNECT to 741741

And here are poems that have kept me here too:

The Nutritionist by Andrea Gibson (Spotify)
Today Means Amen by Sierra DeMulder (YouTube)
Joey by Neil Hilborn (YouTube)
A Letter to Sara by Jared Singer (YouTube)


I don’t have the right words, anon. I can’t keep you here, as badly as I want to or as much as I try. I’ve picked myself up off the bathroom floor enough times to know that you’re the only person who can save you. And you can. And I believe you will. And I’ll be here for you the whole time.

typical bioware situation: i was 100% sure going to romance Jaal, but then i went to Kadara, and Reyes Vidal happened, and i’m like???! this smooth operator stole my heart, especially after he asked Sara for a dance - it was incredibly sweet, reminded me of the Winter Palace in Dragon Age: Inquisition. but for whatever reason i still decided to pursue my initial goal with Jaal, so i had to go a couple of saves back to reject Reyes in that cave scene, and it was HEARTBREAKING. you see, Jaal is precious, he and Sara are as thick as thieves now, but i can’t stop thinking about damn Reyes (STOP SENDING SARA LETTERS, REYES, YOU ONLY MAKE THINGS WORSE) and i feel like i have made a huge mistake. i really think Ryder and Vidal do have chemistry, and i actually saw the sparks between them, it somehow seemed so…i don’t know, natural? god, it’s like Vakarian/Shepard/Krios love triangle i was struggling with for two Mass Effect games all over again.

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I’m sorry but taken out of context this really looks like Cas’ spent an ungodly amount of time redecorating their cabin and all Dean’s got to say when he’s back is

“but…

…why pink???

One of my favorite things about Japanese is how any high level communication will invariably turn into a limbo competition:

“You are most deserving of civility and praise, and I would be most grateful to have the privilege of being of the lowest, and therefore most humble, participant in this verbal exchange.”

“But is it not be the case that you, too, are everything that invites civility and praise, and I, in fact, have the privilege of being the lowest, and therefore most humble, participant in this verbal exchange?”

“Oh, truly, I am utterly humbled by your selfless kindness to me, and I think it must be so (must it not?) that that you are indeed the model of all that is worthy of civility and praise and I, by contrast, must be (must I not?) the lowest, and therefore most humble, participant in this verbal exchange.”

And on until it is physically impossible to lower the keigolimbo bar any further.

Japanese is the best. 

We must live it, now, a day at a time and be very careful not to hurt each other. It seems as though we were all on a boat now together, a good boat still, that we have made but that we know now will never reach port. There will be all kinds of weather, good and bad, and especially because we know now that there will be no landfall we must keep the boat up very well and be very good to each other.
—  Ernest Hemingway, from “a letter to GERALD AND SARA MURPHY, Key West, 19 March 1935,” Selected Letters 1917-1961 (Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1981)
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Dear America,

It’s been seven hours since you left. Twice now I’ve started to go to your room to ask how you liked your presents and then remembered you weren’t here. I’ve gotten so used to you, it’s strange that you aren’t around, drifting down the halls. I’ve nearly called a few times, but I don’t want to seem possessive. I don’t want you to feel like I’m a cage to you. I remember how you said the palace was just that the first night you came here. I think, over time, you’ve felt freer, and I’d hate to ruin that freedom. I’m going to have to distract myself until you come back.
I decided to sit and write to you, hoping maybe it would feel like I was talking to you. It sort of does. I can imagine you sitting here, smiling at my idea, maybe shaking your head at me as if to say I’m being silly. You do that sometimes, did you know? I like that expression on you. You’re the only person who wears it in a way that doesn’t come across like you think I’m completely hopeless. You smile at my idiosyncrasies, accept that they exist, and continue to be my friend. And, in seven short hours, I’ve started to miss that.

(…)

This letter has gotten foolish, and I think you know I detest looking like a fool. But I still do. For you.

Maxon

Letters To Sara - Juliara Fanfic (Chronologically: Part 1)

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoy this fluff that ships Sara x Julian!! <3 For me, honestly, they’re OTP.

**PREVIOUS PART WRITTEN** Chronologically it’s Part 9. Please read this part before continuing with this series. Part 9 will put everything in context and also bring you a lot of pain. ;)

Ships: Julian x Sara

Words: 1,653

Rating: PG :)

Enjoy everyone!


    “Yes, Cousin Jessamine?” I asked, irritated. After being called for the fourth or fifth time, I had to leave my book and come, with an unfortunate chapter left unread.

    I make a loud entrance into our West Wing corridor, pushing open the ajar door and scanning the room for Jessamine. She’s sitting at a table, next to Coriane, back straight as a board.
    No, Coriane is next to Jessamine, that’s how they’d say it in the books. Jessamine is the dominant one in that pair, she doesn’t sit next to, she’s sat next to.
    I straighten my back, too, when I realize we have a guest.

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Dear Ali,

I need to get something off my chest. I know I told you that the kiss we shared in the tree house was a joke. But it really wasn’t. I meant it for you and only you.

I’m so thrilled that we’re friends. I love staring at the back of your head in class, I love how you chew gum whenever we’re talking on the phone together, and I love that when you jiggle your Skechers, during class when Mrs. Hat starts talking about famous American court cases, I know you’re totally bored. I don’t want anything to come between us, but I don’t think it will. You felt something too, didn’t you? I could tell.

…and I’ve done a lot of thinking about why I kissed you the other day. I realized: It wasn’t a joke, Ali. I think I love you. I can understand if you never want to speak to me again, but I just had to tell you.

-Em
—  Sara Shepard, Ali’s Pretty Little Lies

Bless Disney’s first gay couple.

Charlie’s friend Taylor has two moms in this breaking new episode of Good Luck Charlie! Susan and Cheryl are Disney’s first lesbians. The plot is actually pretty funny for Disney Channel and Cheryl’s character made me laugh. Click here to watch their parts of the episode!