looking for tomorrow today

Deep breaths. Plant your feet. It’s going to be a long four years. But we’re in this together, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure as many of us make it out of this as possible. Look after yourselves today friends. Tomorrow I’m marching and yelling. Tonight I’m going to laugh, and you guys are invited to join me.

One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. We are many, we are strong, and we are not going anywhere.

on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.

you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five.  the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.

and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.

you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right.  

maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -

“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”


He’s weak for the most ridiculous stuff and they 100% know and take full advantage of it

the signs as love prompts

Aries: “i have night conversation with the moon, she tells me about the sun and i tell her about you.”

Taurus: “i want to be with you till my last page.”

Gemini: “any day spent with you is my favorite day.”

Cancer: “thinking of you keeps me awake. dreaming of you keeps me asleep. being with you keeps me alive.”

Leo: “hold my hand and i’ll go anywhere with you.”

Virgo: “in the room full of art, i’d still look at you.”

Libra: “you are my today and all of my tomorrows.”

Scorpio: “when i’m with you, hours feel like seconds. when we’re apart, days feel like years.”

Sagittarius: “i broke my rules for you.”

Capricorn: “years from now, i hope we are still in each others lives.”

Aquarius: “i don’t know what colour is your soul but it’s a beautiful colour.”

Pisces: “i’m tired but never of you.”

Tetsuya Iidabashi - SHSL Robotics Club (SHSL Techie maybe?)

I wanted to draw human AU Kiibo again…with a robo glove that he probably made

Things didn’t work out because, well, greater things were in the works. It’s so difficult while we’re blind and hurting and don’t know which way is up. But, if you have faith in anything, have faith in the fact that the universe has a beautiful way of straightening things out far better than we ever could. You may not see it today or tomorrow, but you will look back in a few years and be absolutely perplexed and awed by how every little thing added up and brought you somewhere wonderful– or where you always wanted to be. You will be grateful that things didn’t work out the way you once wanted them to.
—  Brianna Wiest



Anyone identifying as Bigender, Genderfluid, Transfeminine, Transmasculine, Transgender, or anything above and between who are having a bad day fitting into your skin or don’t feel like getting out of your pjs or tried dressing as you want to dress and felt bad/ugly/off/wrong/confused/worried/sad : 

You’re looking mighty fine today.

Oikawa: [prayer hands emoji]

Kindaichi: [heart palpitations]

Kyoutani: [lowkey thirsty]

Thanks for joining me in the stream, guys! I’m sorry it was a bit all over the place today and i’m so fucking sorry for lowering the tone lmao

what’s really amazing about louis’s song, if you think about it, is that it’s going to be what he and his sisters and his brothers and his family looks back on when they remember johannah, whether it be today or tomorrow or even months and years and decades down the line. they’re going to remember him going up on stage a few days after her death and performing his heart out because it’s what she wanted him to do and they’re going to hear the song and they’re going to smile as they see how strong their mother was, as they see the kind of strength she gave to louis and them, all of them, and they’re going to remember her with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes but they’ll just listen again and again and again. and that’s just something to think about, you know — this is her song. louis wrote it, but this is her song and it always will be her song.