i wanna get really buff!!!! i want people to look at me and be scared to pick a fight!!! even though i know i could beat anyone up how i am rn, i don’t LOOK very muscular bc i’m built so slight and feminine!!!!! i hate it!!!!!!! i want to look like a meathead bodybuilder that could wreck u without a second thought!!!!!!!!! fear me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
maybe if they took a look inside my brain,
they would see the pain,
of spending every day only wanting the same,
to breathe and think of thoughts that float,
and don’t sink down my spine.
but for now, i’ll pretend i’m fine.
The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve learned that I have to open myself up to all opportunities. Maybe I’ll get burned and not meet the right people, but I won’t know until I do it. If you are able to look yourself in the mirror every day with the decisions that you make, that’s where power starts.
What do you look like? do you have a tag for personal things??
i look almost identical to this every day.
i don’t have a personal tag for about ten reasons, two of which being that i don’t like the idea that anyone would want to know that many personal things about me and also because I’m just not good at ever tagging or hashtaging. maybe one day if i suddenly become funny.
I was up a little before my boyfriend this morning and walking around my room in just underwear, i could hear him wake up and say “goodmorning beautiful” after a minute or so he opened his eyes and looked at me again and said “babe you look good, i just can’t stop looking at you and every day i am blow away with how beautiful you are, i didn’t know you could look better than you did when i met you but ever since you have gone vegan you look even more healthy then before. You were the most beautiful girl at the party last night.” and then he closed his eyes and fell back asleep
Vermont Sen. Bernie Sanders has the energy, the enthusiasm and now showing strength in the poll numbers as the Democratic nomination contest looks more and more like a race every day.
ow. 2008 all over again? That’s when a heavily favored Clinton stumbled and lost to Barack Obama, then a young senator whose middle name, Hussein, was the same as a dictator the U.S. had just overthrown and whose last name rhymed with America’s Public Enemy No. 1.Oh, and he was black, trying to win — not only a primary in a lily-white state — but to become president — of the United States.
A/N: set in Season 9 (9x06
specifically) so it’s Human!Cas.
This was based off of a dream I had
a while back and I’ve been meaning to write it out for a long time. This is the
continuation to a fic I wrote a couple of weeks (weeks? I don’t even know) ago The World Has It’s Shine. Sorry it took so long, I’ve been stressed with school.
had been a few weeks since you closed the door on the Winchesters’ Bunker and
left with Castiel, and for the first time in a long time, you were content. You
two drove around different cities for a while, looking for old Hunter hideouts
to stay in, and moving on every couple of days in case the God Squad was on
your tail. You certainly weren’t complaining about the time you spent on the
road with him, but you wanted to give Cas something more normal, so that he
could have a chance to live his life now that he was human. You finally manage to
settle in small town in Idaho in one of Bobby’s old cabins. It wasn’t big, but
it was homey, and certainly better than any motel room you’ve ever stayed at.
a bit of prodding, you finally manage to convince Cas to try to get a job at
the local Gas ‘n Sip, which took a while since he wanted to keep moving
indefinitely. But he did, eventually, and when he got the job, he was proud to
achieve something human he did himself, and you were too. You apply for a job
at the same Gas ‘n Sip, albeit one that pays less, so you could keep an eye on
him. Sure, Cas had his share of accidents, food related or otherwise, now and
then, and he’d occasionally ask you how to do something, but he was a quick
learner. For all intents and purposes, you were living, what they called, a normal life, that is, until a ’67 Chevy
Impala pulls up in front and Dean Winchester climbs out.
A/N: This was based off a Library AU where one is short and the other is tall and gets a book for you and I thought about making a short little imagine/one-shot for Thomas because he’s super tall?? I’m really bad at titles..
You looked up from your book and your eyes met his brown
ones. You immediately look back down, pretending to read. You had been
going to this library everyday after class for two weeks and the guy
sitting two tables away was always there.
You would occasionally look up from your book and your eyes would meet.
Every. Single. Day. You didn’t know if it was a coincidence or if he was
just staring at you, but you wouldn’t dare ask him such a thing. He was
cute and every time your eyes met, you would get nervous.
You got up and went over to the bookshelves, looking for a certain book.
You smiled once you had found it, but your smile quickly faded. The
book was out of reach and you were short. Great. How the hell were you
going to get it now.
You couldn’t just get a chair or ask one of the librarians. That would
You looked around and then got on your toes, stretching your hands out
to attempt getting the book. You gasped as another hand appeared and
grabbed it. You turned around and looked up to see it was him. The same
guy who you awkwardly made eye contact with every single day. He was
taller than you thought.
“Uh, thanks.” You said, grabbing the book.
You looked down as you felt your face heating up. You didn’t even know
why you were so embarrassed. He chuckled at how red you were getting and
gave you a smile.
“Anytime. I’m basically a giant.” He said and you couldn’t help but
“How tall are you exactly?” You asked, attempting to start a
“I’m not sure… Maybe about six feet.” He said and shrugged.
“Wow… That’s cool.” You commented. “I’m short.”
“I think it’s cute.” He said and you blushed.
“I’m Thomas, by the way.” He introduced himself.
“I’m ____.” You replied.
After that, you both sat at the same table. You would recommend each
other a few books, talk about your day, and just keep each other
company. You weren’t expecting to fall in love at the library, but you
were glad you did.
how is it to work for/with saint laurent? x lovely hair btw
its fun! the models i work with are super great guys and im still friends with a lot of them, i got to know major industry people on a pretty personal level (including hedi) and just to have the opportunity to go around the world and look pretty is the coolest. im so thankful for it every day