make someone love you

i hope this summer every single one of you experiences moments of genuine self love, no matter how brief. i hope that at least for one moment you can experience genuine calmness wash over you, that you can be mindful and learn to accept anything that you cannot change.

i hope you wear clothes that make you want to go out just so everyone can see how lovely you look. i hope that you find the perfect summer song that will warm you even during the winter months.

i hope that you will have moments where you just honestly and wholeheartedly fall in love with life. and when you do, i hope you catch them like fireflies in a jar and don’t let them go. hold on tightly and let their light shine through and remember that everything you’ve ever gone through means nothing in these moments.
catch those fireflies and know that this is what you deserve, every day.

i hope that this summer you fall unforgivingly in love with something different every single day. a sunflower. the breeze that keeps you from melting at the beach. just the fact that you’re alive.

i hope this summer brings every single one of you peace.

hard times can seem less bad when you go through them with someone you love. and if it makes the two of you closer; if it strengthens your bond, you’ve won two times over

i̛t'͜s̨ ̴e͘n̕dl̡es͟s̨
( antisepticeye )
i̛t'͜s̨ ̴e͘n̕dl̡es͟s̨

@linski25: Hey Anti, what are your abilities exactly? Like do you just stab people to death or can you do other things like make someone hallucinate? Love you by the way!

t͘h́at͞s͢ ̛a͝ g̶oǫd oné.
seeing ̛h҉oẃ my͏ ͡a̛bi͝li̷tìeş ͘never ̷ģo ̀e̛xpl͢a̸ine̸d. ͡f̀rom͟ s͘hapes̢hif͞t͝i̛n̴g̢ ̢to͞ ͢mind͘ ͏cont҉r͟o͜l͘, ̛t̕echņo̧l̛og̶y̛ ma̕n̢ip̕ul͟a҉ti͢o҉ń to b̀o̕dy̧ m҉u͜tations.̵ ͞i h҉a҉ve qui̷te̡ t̵h̸e҉ op͟ȩǹ ͝b̛o͞ok͠.͟ ͟a͝ll̨ ͢t̀ha̴n̡ks͡ ̶t́o ̀you and҉ ̢your h̨e̷ad́c̕annòns͢,͡ y̛óú ̸as̛ a̶ ͠aud͞ein̨ce ͞t̡h͡a̢t͜ i͡s̛.̴ it ̡a̵l̡l̵ ҉h͞el͟p̵s̶ in͞ the̷ ̡end ̴for wh͏ȩn͜ ̧i͝ fi̢nally ͠ta̸k̴ȩ dar͡k o͢ut!́ ̴th͢in͞k̀ a̕b̸ou͡t̀ ҉it. my poẃer͘s a̸r͘e͞ m҉uc͢h more ̸s͡pr͜ea̶d ̶out be͜c̛au̷se ̵i ̧nev͝e͝r ̀s̨hòw you ̵wha͢t̴ i̷ t̕r͟uly can ̢d̴o͏. ͟n̵ot̵hi҉ng is͟ ҉fĺesh̴ed́ o͝ut,̢ t͞hu̧s͢ ͠all ́of ̛you̷ d̡o̢ ̡it f͜o͠r ͠m̢e.͟ w̧h̵ate̴veŗ ̸po͟wer y͘ou͝ ̛ca͘n ̶th͢in̡k ơf t̨o fit m͟y n͠a͡ture͝ ̴a̶nd c͞h͢a͝r͞a͞c͘t͘eri͏sti͟çs,͢ you be͞ttȩr ̵b̷e̡l͘ieve i ͢h́a͢v̧e ͏i͜t͝.͜

anonymous asked:

How do you move on from someone you just don't love anymore? I'm with him but I don't love him like I thought I did. Any feelings I had were watered away. But he loves me so much, I don't know what to do. I don't want to hurt him.

It’s not fair to you or him to stay together. You need to be with someone that makes you happy and he deserves someone who loves him.

It’s probably better to break up with him than to stay with him and pretend. It’ll hurt but then it will honestly be for the best

Good luck 💕

anonymous asked:

I recently got into ddlg I've experienced some crazy daddies and I found this one who I am so into and he is the perfect daddy. Except the other day he told me he's not exactly over his last little and he still misses her. I don't know what to do and I feel so lost.

It’s never easy when the other tells you they have feelings for another. “It’s not the end of the world; it’s just the end of one world that you had with one [boy]” You can’t make anyone love you but someone will love you. Someone does love you, it’s just not him. Keep your head up Little girl, I believe in you.

Lol I try not to complain too much on my rp blogs so I hopped over here to complain about stuff instead lol

anyway I hate how many Adam apologists there are in the RW/////BY fandom like sorry he’s a gross abusive piece of shit and nothing is gonna change that

I mean he was literally gonna kill Yang because she was someone Blake loved you can’t make that good friends

also I don’t want a redemption arc for him (or Cinder or Emerald or any of the villains tbh lol) let him play the roll of Gaston and just die

The best part of liking someone is when they nerd out about something to you, and you’re just like “Wow what a dork” but also like “wow what a cutie I love you”


RPGs, or relentlessly persistent girls by cassandrha

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.


Harry shaking my life while making his shake.
ffs why is he so distracting?

No matter what the circumstances are you should always remember that you deserve a lot more than you think. You deserve someone who wants to spend as much time as possible with you. Someone who makes you feel sure about your relationship and never make you doubt it. Someone who wants to talk to you 24/7 and who wants to make deep conversations with you in order to learn new things about each other. Someone who will always be by your side for the good and the bad. Someone who loves you, cares for you and makes you smile. Honey, remember all of that and don’t you ever settle for less.
—  lydiaasl 
Lance's Indirect Kiss From Keith

Keith : *Drinking water, minding his own business*

Lance : *Notices Keith* Can I have a drink?

Keith : *Shrugs* Sure… *Hands him water bottle*

Lance : Thanks. *Starts drinking*

In Lance’s mind : Wait.

In Lance’s mind : Does this mean I’m indIRECTLY KISSING KEITH?!?!

Lance : *Starts choking on water*

Keith :

Keith :

Keith : Lance wtf—