maybe-this-time-will-be-different

ARIES: I heard that somebody with icicles in their chest once told you that spring was only for people that know how to be wanted but they were lying. Hardly anybody takes care of honesty the way that you do and somehow that’s still a surprise. Take the weight of your insecurities and lay them to rest underneath a gravestone. When wildflowers grow from what you buried don’t bother to pick them. They’ll always be there. Don’t you know what it’s like to come back to things? 

TAURUS: The peach pit on your dresser has been sitting there for years and it’s okay that you can’t throw it out yet. Okay that you can’t put it back into the fruit and unbite all of the soft and the sweet and the “maybe this time it’ll be different” that leaked out onto your fingers on the nights that your teeth feel too used to be desired. Wash your sheets and dry them outside. Lay underneath the clothes line and listen. Unclench your fists. Rewrite the grocery list.

GEMINI: It isn’t your fault that not everyone can swallow the parts of you that have sharp edges. You’ve been spending too much time forcing yourself down the linen aisle when you should be finding the nearest comic book store. There’s a reason superman is nicknamed “man of steel” and you deserve all of the iron-throated hearts that you can find. Invest in a metal detector. Don’t be ashamed of what you find.

CANCER: The way you bare your chest to the world is terribly brave and I don’t want you to continue feeling responsible for the people you’ve kissed that have taken advantage of that. Skin-deep damage does not make you unlovable, it gives you new perspectives. Don’t apologize for the ways you have tried to survive this. You’re better than the fires you’ve walked through and the storms you’ve caused. Suck on a peppermint until it loses its flavor. Name the taste after your last heartbreak. Now spit it out.

LEO: Your chest caves in whenever you think about the past and nobody’s ever told you that everything is temporary. Well, honey, I have some news for you. Start checking the mailbox again before the neighbors start to worry. People still want to stain paper with your name and martyring yourself over words is something you’ve become too talented at. Take a break, now and again. Burn the television set if that’s what it takes. Air out the smoke and look into a mirror, admire how powerful you seem as you step out of the haze of what’s gone.

VIRGO: Oh, baby, you’ve made mistakes and you’ve drained the bottles but you’re not the only one who’s felt like this. I know that it’s hard to let yourself feel these things but you have to try, you have to let the light in. It’s so dark in the room you’ve been using to store your regrets and your pallor has become a reflection of the ghosts you’ve been taking orders from. You were made for the sun. Let it kiss you without repercussion. Allow yourself to kiss it back.

LIBRA: So maybe you dropped too many pennies down the wishing well and now your wallet is nothing more than negative space. So maybe you forgot who gave you that good advice that one time and you’re still beating yourself up over it. Go ahead, admit to your faults. Set a place for them at the table and scold them for being late. Eat their portion and kick them out. Being familiar with every side to your geometric personality is not something to be ashamed of. Remember the angles, and keep moving. People like you are not meant to stand still.

SCORPIO: I think that your ears were made for listening to things that break. The shattering of a vase. The cracking of a heart. Does it ever get exhausting to be so awfully aware of how things sound when they forget to function? Nobody expects you to take every smashed hope and piece it together on your own. You are not a bottle of glue no matter how much you feel disaster sticks to you. I promise. You don’t have to carry that toolbox around, anymore. It looks heavy. Set it down.

SAGITTARIUS: You have your father’s mouth and consequently have dreams where you’re ripping it from your face. Somebody told you once that you were inadequate and now there’s a bruise on your ego and you can’t seem to stop touching it. Why are you so obsessed with how long it takes to heal? Why are you so afraid of letting people see you cry? Take off your armor and let your skin breathe. There’s still time to be okay with the idea of loss. You’re not too late. You’re not too late.

CAPRICORN: Stop using the word pathetic whenever anybody asks you to describe yourself. The people that hold you accountable for the abuse you’ve endured are the ones that turn away whenever they see it. You don’t need them, you never did. Can you feel that prickling sensation running up your arms? It’s tomorrow knocking and it wants to show you something beautiful. Let it. You’ve handled tragedy, surely you can handle tenderness.

AQUARIUS: You’ve been fucked over so many times it’s hard not to see yourself as a hotel room on the outskirts of town. Dark red bedsheets and rusty doorknobs and a lampshade that hasn’t been touched in a decade or two, this is where you lie and try to erase the memories from your naked body. You don’t want to belong to anybody almost as much as you don’t want people to believe they’ve changed you. They haven’t, you know that right? No matter how many people hike up mount everest it’s still a mountain. It’s still bigger than what’s stepping on it. It still keeps its name.

PISCES: You’ve become so good at sacrificing yourself for the possibility of something worthwhile that your body looks more like an altar than an assortment of bones. If this is your church I hope that your god looks like your nine year old face whenever somebody asked what you wanted to be when you grew up. I hope your prayer sounds like an exhale and that your choir sings in harmony and that every donation tastes like honey. Don’t forget to bow your head every once in a while. Remind yourself of your feet. Of how fast you’re able to run.

—  APRIL HOROSCOPES, 2/30, Caitlin Conlon
10 Tips From a Cosplayer

Okay, so I’ve been doin this nonsense for about 8 years now and here are my 10 biggest tips for anyone else doing this sadistic hobby (This is a bit geared towards people who make costumes just FYI. I will post another more geared for beginners or those who buy later)

1) Remember Why You Do This.

Maybe you showed up to con and were 1 of 74 Jinx’s. Or maybe your costume wasn’t as accurate as someone else’s. Or maybe it feels like everyone else made theirs and you bought yours. So what? Did you have fun? Did you meet friends, and/or bond with the people you came with? Unless you’re in the contests, remember that it ISN’T a contest. And even the contests are meant to be fun. Alternatively, don’t let any elitist fans ruin your fun.

2) Don’t Take Yourself So Seriously.

Remember that being a cosplayer doesn’t make you ‘more’ of a fan than someone who doesn’t. Remember that you do this for your own enjoyment and that is all that matters. Spend as long or as little as you want on a costume, end a con with 20 silly selfies and some new friends, compliment that other cosplayer in the same outfit because you clearly both have something in common, don’t think of them as competition.

3) Don’t Be Afraid to Ask for Help.

Parents, siblings, teachers, friends, neighbors, craft store employees, theater teachers, art teachers, people online. There are tons of people who could offer help with even little things like what glue to use on foam that needs heatshaping(non-flammable x-treme elmers glue is nice) , what paint to use on leggings (apparently fabric paint stretches with it just fine), ask your grandma what stitch is best for rounded edges on cotton (idk), ask a JoAnn’s associate what thread to use. In my experience store associates are extremely helpful, even with things like a second opinion on matching colors.

4) Use Coupons.

Seriously. If you can, set up an email just for coupons. Going to Michaels for a 2 dollar little thing of paint? Use that coupon they emailed you and now it’s 75 cents and you have more money for other things like fancy fabric or idk food. Check if any stores have student or teacher or senior discounts if that’s applicable, then you’ll have a discount even without coupons. Especially good for big purchases. If you’re buying everything at once there is almost definitely some sort of 5 off of 30 type of coupon out there. If you are able, this is a good way to set up a savings for con or your next costume maybe, just look at the receipt, see how much you saved and set that much (or a part) aside for food/hotel/gas/merch.

5) Look at your Source.

No matter how well you know your character or your design do not go very long without looking at the source. Working on a wig? Have a picture in front of you the whole time. Maybe sketch out the different angles beforehand. Going fabric shopping? Stare at the original. If you print out a reference pic know that it may be slightly off. If you’re doing a costume where the color seems different in every shot (like Rey from Star Wars) then pick the one you like. If you can, consider coloring or painting a swatch of the color on an index card and bringing it with you to compare. Seriously. Keep checking the source when working. It’s equivalent to “measure twice cut once”.

6) Measure Twice Cut Once.

Even in crunch. I know, it’s stressful and scary and frustrating but you know what is more frustrating and scary and stressful? It being 8pm the night before the con and you just cut that last bit of fabric too small. Or your wig too short. Seriously. Just double check yourself.

7) Check Yourself Before You Wreck Yourself.

Outdated meme but useful tip. If you’re getting anxious to a difficult level, or exhausted physically or mentally  address it. Take a break. Take a nap. Eat a meal. Go for a walk. Watch an episode of that show you’re trying to cosplay. Play that game. Watch cosplay videos if you’re scared of losing motivation. Just don’t push yourself too hard or you risk messing up parts of your costume and more importantly, you risk hurting yourself. Don’t work until you accidentally stab yourself with a hot iron and have a panic attack. Would you rather spend 15 minutes playing with your cat or crying and bandaging yourself?


8) Use It.

Found some fabric you love for that SnK skirt thing, but it’s infused with glitter?Who cares, use it. Every cosplay you have seen of Red Hood has a lot of leather and cargo pants but you want skinny jeans and suede? Use it. The costume is for you. Make it how you want. To quote the great Hilary Duff “Why Not?” Also, go listen to that song if you need encouragement. 

9) Enjoy The Whole Process.

Maybe it is redundant at this point but seriously. Have fun. Not just at the con, party, photoshoot, meetup etc. Have a wig styling party. You finished that jacket? Nice, wear it out shopping and be proud. Make a playlist for each character you work on or general motivational music. 8-tracks.com is great for this too. Test those seams/that hairgel/ those shoes/ flexibility by putting on your jam and dancing around. Send snapchats to your friends when you test your make up. Skype your aunt to show off that circle skirt. Put your hat on your dog. 

10) Procrastination isn’t Great.

Probably don’t put off making your costume by making a list of tips for other people.

Kara let out a slight gasp when she saw Lena.

Lena was in one of the customary wedding dresses.

And Kara was standing there with her house crest emblazoned on her chest.

Maybe in a different time and a different place, it could have been a real wedding with a different couple, but Kara couldn’t daydream about that right now.

But Rao did she wish it could be something.

anonymous asked:

This is probably gonna be a quite rude sounding question, but how do you not get bored of doing the "same job" every day? (I swear this isn't meant to be as mean as it sounds!!) I'm 18 and going to Uni soon, but the prospect of doing the same sort of thing every day for a long time sounds horrible to me. I know you love your job and you're incredible at it, but do you ever get bored of it, and how do you combat that?

Well.. I’m sorry to say, but that’s pretty much what a job is, welcome to being an adult, we do the same thing every day and have very little free time :P

But that’s also why it’s really important to actually like and enjoy doing what you choose to do. Not everyone will have that opportunity, especially not straight out of school. Sooner or later you have to do things you don’t want to do, that’s life. I’ve had several jobs I didn’t want or like, in fact most of my jobs I didn’t want or like. But you have to pay the bills somehow. By then it becomes a trade-off of “what can I put up with while I wait for the weekend to start”. Which is basically how I lived my life up until I started working with Jack last year.

It sounds cynical and depressing, but I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. You’ll have to find ways of making it work, music, making friends at the workplace, maybe working part time at different places for variety etc. If you DO have something you want to do, keep doing that in your spare time. If you’re lucky, you’ll end up making a job of it. Not every day is going to be fun, regardless of what you do, sometimes you just have off-days. Which is where pride is a good thing. I always want to take pride in what I do, even when I did work I didn’t like I still made sure to do a good job because I never wanted someone to point to me and say I didn’t care.

So basically, primary goal, find something you can put up with, to support yourself. Secondary goal, do the thing you actually want to do in your spare time. Don’t count on it to work. If it does, great, if it doesn’t, well as long as you can pay the bills you’ll get to keep doing it in your spare time. Compromise. And never spend all the money you make. Always, always, save. You will need it, at some point.

Three Questions

Prompt: What was it like to love him? What was it like to be loved in return? What was it like to lose him?

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warning(s): Angst, cussing, and mentions of sex (the closest I’ll ever do to a Lin smut, tbh).

A/n: Oh boy, here we are at Day 3 of the write-a-thon). This was the prompt (and the AU one too) that I was looking forward to the most and made me decide to participate. Rather than a book, I decided to choose my favorite poem of all time (which is also what my blog is named after) by Lang Leav. I adapted the poem into a story. I hope you guys enjoy!


 

What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude.

You sigh when you spot a figure slouched over a desk, their soft snores disturbing the silence of the library. It was a common sight to see a student asleep at the library, regardless of what day of the week it was. There were always going to be students cramming for a test or starting an assignment due the next day that would fall asleep from exhaustion. Upon closer inspection, you realize he wasn’t a student – his face was too mature and clothes too nice to be a fellow peer.

However, like the old saying goes: you don’t have to go home, you just can’t stay here. The library was closing in five minutes and after a full day of classes before coming straight to work, you were ready to go home and relax.

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but the library is closing soon,” you say, gently shaking the sleeping man’s shoulder.

He groans and brushes away your hand before going back to sleep.

You scoff and try again. “Please don’t make me call campus security on you, sir.”

At the mention of the authorities, he groans but lifts his head from the book he was resting his head on. He wipes the drool from the corner of his lips and blinks up owlishly at you. “What time is it?” he murmurs.

Your breath catches at his voice, low and gravelly with sleep. You were always a sucker for attractive voices, and this stranger just happened to have the kind you loved the most.

“It’s almost 3 A.M.,” you say, watching as his eyes grow wide, “the library is closing now.”

He jumps up from his seat and stuffs his notebook and laptop into his backpack. “I’m so sorry, I don’t even remember falling asleep.”

“No, it’s alright, it happens all the time,” you assure him.

He sighs in relief and picks up the book on the table, which to your surprise, had an interesting topic that was very dear to your heart.

“A book about the first treasury secretary?” you muse, “Either you’re a history major or have a very weird taste in books.”

He grins. “I guess I’m the latter.”

You snort at his answer and watch as he heads for the exit after wishing you a good night.

-

To your surprise, he was back the next day. You were pushing a cart of books, returning them to their respective spots, when you see him huddled in an alcove. This time, more books about Alexander Hamilton were accompanied with books about James Madison and Thomas Jefferson.

“The Southern Democratic-Republicans?” you laugh, “you do know that they didn’t get along with Hamilton, right?”

His head jerks up from his notebook on his lap, eyeing you intensely. “I do. The question is, how do you know?”

You try not to squirm under his gaze. “I’m a History major with a focus in American History.”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Well, what are the odds,” he laughs, the sound making your stomach flutter, “mind if I bother you with a few questions?”

You clutch the handle of the cart tightly, feeling nervous and excited. “Only if you tell me what’s it for.”

His smile gets bigger. “I’m writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton.”

You push the cart aside. “I’m in.”

He chuckles and scoots over, patting the empty space next to him. You step around his books and take the spot.

“My name is Lin-Manuel, but you can call me Lin,” he says warmly, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

You take his hand, trying not to shake from his proximity and the tingling sensation of desire that you felt for him. You were always the type that fell too easily and too fast, a recipe for disaster, but the sincerity and friendliness that you saw in his eyes made you believe that maybe, this time would be different.

“My name is Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you, Lin.”

It was like being exhumed. And brought to life in a flash of brilliance.



 

What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy.

It was during one of your writing sessions with Lin, weeks after meeting, that he first kissed you.

You were explaining to him Alexander’s childhood struggles, the challenges that he endured as he rose his way to the top, and the bizarre parallel of his life to Aaron Burr’s.  When he was still silent after you finished, you became worried. Was it too much? Did he need you to clarify a specific part?

Your fears melted away once you saw the tender look on his face.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, brushing away a stray hair that escaped from your bun. Without another word, he leaned forward and captured your lips for a kiss. You whimpered, and it spurred him on, his hands cupping your head to kiss you deeper.

Your heart did cartwheels, happy that he felt the same way towards you. The lingering stares, how his hands would purposely brush against yours when you both looked over a book, and how he’d rest his arms on your shoulders and lean towards you when you’d talk… It was all because he adored you too.

Your first kiss with Lin awakened something delicious – a dangerous spark that made your body hum in excitement.

From then on, Lin would wine and dine you in the late hours of the night, conversations about Alexander Hamilton long forgotten. You shared your dreams, your struggles, stories about your childhood with each other.

The spark ignited a flame, an even more hazardous burn that made your heart and soul feel alive.

During the nights where he felt adventurous, he’d fuck you hard against the bookshelves, whispering dirty words in your ears as he covered your mouth with his hands to muffle your moans. Most of the time, however, he’d take his time loving you in a bed, staring deep into your eyes as he thrust into you.

You press your cheek against his damp chest, relishing in the afterglow of sex.

“I love you,” you whisper, the words feeling so natural, so true.

Lin’s hand slides down to rest on the curve of your back and presses you closer to him.

“I love you too.”

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.


 

What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow.

It was a rare weekend where you didn’t spend time with Lin, so you decided to go grocery shopping – a task that you haven’t had time for since your whirlwind romance began.

You were quietly humming the tune to one of Lin’s songs as you pondered over which fruit you wanted to buy: oranges or apples?

“Honey, didn’t I tell you to take it easy? Stop lifting heavy things, you know it’s not good for the baby.”

Your lips quirk up in a smile at the conversation, finding it adorable how affectionate the husband was to his wife. For a brief second, you let yourself daydream, imagining a baby girl that had Lin’s curious eyes and your hair or a boy that had his nose and your penchant for learning.

“Lin, I’m the one carrying the baby. Don’t you think I know what’s good and not good for him?”

Lin?

“I know but – “

There was no mistaking it.

That was his voice.  

You whirl around, dropping your basket of groceries when you see the scene before you.

Lin was standing next to his obviously pregnant wife, softly reprimanding her as she lifted a watermelon from the display.

Lin had a wife… and a baby on the way.

Your world came crashing down on you.

Lately, you’ve had a strange feeling in your gut, as if something big was looming over the horizon, whenever you spent time with Lin. You chalked it off and blamed it on your inexperience, your insecurity, and fear of loving someone so much for the first time in your life.

But now it all made sense.

He’d insist on spending nights in hotel rooms or even your own apartment, claiming that his apartment was too small and cluttered, failing to mention the fact that he had another woman waiting for him in his bed. He’d always spend time with you late at night until early dawn (you thought it was sweet that he worked around your schedule), never during the day. But truthfully, it was the perfect time where he could escape from his pregnant wife. You thought that his habit of touching his ring finger with his thumb was endearing – a quirky trait that made Lin so cute and special – but now you realize it was because the weight of his wedding ring was no longer there.

You felt sick.

You stagger backward, hitting the fruit display, causing a heap of apples to tumble to the ground.

A single apple rolled towards them, stopping their conversation, and Lin looks up to see the cause of the runaway fruit.

You stood there, frozen, as a flash of recognition danced across his eyes.

It really was him.

To your horror, he didn’t acknowledge you. Instead, he wrapped his arms around his wife and leads her further into the grocery store, leaving you behind without a second glance.

His stories, laughter, and declarations of love were all lies.

Your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You were a fool.

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me – said all at once.

do we ever think about the hearts we break? i still feel bits of you in my hands, i still feel warmth of you in my veins. my apologizes are wrapped into bottles of alcohol you drink in hopes to forget. maybe one day time will work in our favor. i left one last piece of my love into your arms and took one last piece of your dreams into my heart. do we know real absence until we lose the one we love? we still write promises into every step we take. we still kiss stars into every lullaby we whisper. do we ever think of each other? maybe at the same time, maybe into different fractions, maybe never, maybe too fast, maybe too late. these maybes are getting me crazy. maybe i miss you maybe i don’t. maybe you love me maybe you never did. i can’t think straight. the light is gone, the truth has run wild, the words are useless. the lies hurt less when we spin them around us pretending not to see, the truth hurts more when our heart is blind. when do we think when it’s too early or too late? will there ever be a right time for us?
—  k.m
  • got7's father's day letters →
  • mark: ur mah bud
  • jackson: you cool but maybe next time choose a different wife ;)
  • jinyoung: ily husband but next time i think we should stop at 1
  • youngjae: sTOP TRYING TO BE COOL WITH THOSE HATS
  • bambam: why u no dab wif me
  • yugyeom: tELL MOM TO STOP HITTING ME ITS NOT FUNNY
Zach Dempsey (requested)

Anon asked if I could write an imagine where the reader was once close to Zach before high school but they drifted apart then reader stumbles upon that one scene where they are drinking near the liquor store and she knows it’s not like him and he says it is because he misses her

Okay so idk if this was supposed to be platonic or romantic, but i was thinking it sounded more platonic than anything so… yeah AND ALSO YAY FOR MY FIRST ZACH

~~

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

At first you were okay with it, the drifting apart. You two had been fighting over petty things and losing interests in certain things you shared. You two were maturing, becoming adults. While he became a jock and went out to parties and games, you were going to college ready classes and going on blind dates your parents had set up. You got a new group of friends and so did he. It was simple. But then you started to miss him, a nostalgia that needed three years to grow it’s biggest and harshest, a need for Zach to be with you once more. Because once upon a time Zach Dempsey did not care what people thought, and once upon a time, you loved him and he loved you. You were like Ying and Yang, the symbol without a bit of each of the other’s color was Ying Yang. Not Ying and Yang. Now you were just Ying. 

So High School was hard, it had always been that way. It became even harder when your newest friend Hannah took her own life. Even harder when Clay became distant because of it. Then you needed Zach more than ever; a simple hand holding yours in reassurance, a pat on the back… even a smile. Instead it was hushed whispers, ignorance, and condolences. They didn’t realize their somber looks helped nothing – they were nothing. The worst part was you or Hannah’s parents never got a note… or a goodbye. It was just done, like one day your relationship with Zach was. Now all that existed was memories and broken hearts. Just the two. 

So you found yourself reliving both every single day. A trip to the local liquor store, a chocolate bar, and a bottle of stolen vodka–sample size of course. Every day that’s where the memories sprung that slowly led to a good day’s heartbreak. Maybe if you had still been friends with Zach things would have been different. Maybe you would not have met Hannah– maybe it wouldn’t hurt as much. But you couldn’t ever say that out loud, because Hannah was the best person you knew. So losing her in any parallel universe would have stung like a bitch. 

it was an exercise in futility. You knew that the same clerk would be there, with the same expression on his face playing the same game. You knew he would charge you the same amount for the same candy bar and give you the same cheeky grin. 

So maybe this time it was different. Maybe you just needed a little change. So instead of coming and going, you stood for a while, contemplating the decisions before you. There were so many candies, liquors, and cigarettes. So you grabbed one of each. When the bell above the door jangled you paid no mind, just grabbed your different candy bar before going to the liquor aisle. 

“Well, well, well.” You heard a voice behind you. 

You didn’t turn. You didn’t need to. That voice was the one that near everyone hated around school but would never say it. Bryce Walker, the high schooler who looked more like a soccer dad than any soccer dad ever. The forty looking one. It wasn’t the time and you weren’t in the mood, so you grabbed the handle of the fridge and yanked it open, going in to grab the bottle you wanted. 

“Rum? Bad, L/N. Never thought you were one for drinking.” Bryce asked, suddenly behind you and very, very close. You shuddered and turned to glare at him, pushing his chest roughly. 

“Fuck off, Walker. Fucking grandpa looking ass.” You stormed to the cash register before he could react, ordering the clerk to get a pack of cigarettes for you as well. “Here, I’m going to use the bathroom, hold my stuff for me.” 

The clerk nodded with boredom before handing you the black key. You stormed passed Bryce once more and he just stared at you as you passed, winking before you were out of sight. You made a face of disgust. 

As you looked in the mirror you stared at the blue rings under your eyes, the nights of countless sleep. The nights that you wished your best friend Zach was holding your hand while he slept on the floor, the nights that you texted Hannah ‘til four. And under those bags were something deeper, because yes, you missed Hannah but you had been wrecked before she had found you. Before her death you were the same. It seemed the people kept leaving you; there was something about that that was ironic to you. The day Hannah died you had gone to the movies without her, the day you lost Zach you had told him you did not care. It seemed that you were pushing people away. 

When you were done in the bathroom Bryce was gone and you sighed with relief, going back to the clerk and handing him your money. As he counted your change you looked out the glass door to see Clay Jensen riding after Tony Padilla’s car on his bike. There was another friend who had distanced himself. 

It was almost serene when you exited the store, your expression placid and your bag full of shit you were going to do the first time alone and your wallet lighter. Almost. In this part of town it was quiet or way too fucking loud, and this time it was quiet… but then it wasn’t quite. There was yelling, whooping, and booing. The three things teenage boys did on a daily for every single reason they could conjure up. This teenage yelling though – it was familiar. It was the yelling you heard at any of Liberty High’s sports games, the yelling heard in the halls, the yelling that made you so angry you could cry. The yelling of the people who had torn you apart from the thing you needed the most. 

“Standall, I cant believe it! Jensen demolished you! What the fuck!” That was Justin Foley.

“Fuck you, Justin. I’m not in the mood.” Alex Standall, someone who had broken Hannah’s heart. 

“Give me the bottle, Alex. I’ll finish it for you.” That was the voice. The voice of a person who once loved you and you still loved. The person who was the missing piece of your life as of late. Zach Dempsey. 

During your freshman year when the blow of the separation was still a raw, open wound you had cornered Zach why he was acting the way he had been – ignoring you, playing mean games with other people. He had just rolled his eyes, “People change, Y/N. Maybe you should too.”. Maybe that blow had hurt worse than the time that he had stolen your smelly markers in the sixth grade and then denied the whole thing. Maybe that’s what made you a mess. 

But he could have told you that a million times on repeat, and you still would not believe him. People can change, but they could also just simply hide who they are. Underneath that cracked asphalt of a facade is the truth bleeding out like a nice, golden sunlight. This was not the Zach Dempsey that glowed like a rich, gold coin. This was the Zach that did what his friends did because he was scared that if he did anything else something would happen. His would be replaced, he would be made fun of, or his worst fear: he would lose all of his friends and just be ignored. Old Zach would never drink in broad daylight where any cop could catch him – underage and intoxicated. 

So you rounded the corner with you plastic bag swinging and faced the group you knew was there. They were all leaning against someone’s car coolly drinking from two bottles and laughing their woes away. Zach was sitting on the hood, his black hair sticking in all directions and his eyes squinted as he chugged the rest of the malt liquor. 

“Zach.” You said loudly, standing in the middle of the alley opening. All eyes turned to you as Zach nearly choked on the liquid, his eyes going wide as he swallowed the drink carefully before looking at you. He winced before throwing the bottle to Justin. He caught it and downed the rest. 

“Oh, uh, Y/N…hi.” 

“Get in my car, Dempsey.” You sighed, pointing to your car across the street. 

The other guys whooped and hollered, yelling out things you ignored as you stood there, swinging your bag around. 

“Y/N, I don’t think-” Zach started, taking a step forward, before Bryce stopped him. 

“Go, Zach. We’ll meet you at my house.” Bryce stared you down as your eyes flickered towards him – a dark, unreadable expression on his face. 

You turned without another word and walked to your car, knowing that Zach was following obediently. You threw your things in the back seat before sitting in the drivers side, waiting patiently while Zach took his time. 

It had been so long since you had spoken to Zach, so many years, but you knew what was right to say. When he was buckled up you stuck the keys in and turned the car on. “Alright listen, Zach. I know you. Say what you want, deny it, but I know you and your family. I know that the Zach that I used to hang out with – the Zach I still see in the hallways sometimes would never do something like this. How would your sister react if you all got caught? Your mother? It’s still light out, Zach. You’re not like this… and I care about you too much to see you do this. Especially with people like Bryce.” 

You sighed after your mini rant and started to drive, not giving him much of a choice in the matter. You weren’t driving to your house or to his – you were driving to Monet’s to get his system clean. He was sitting in silence, thinking your words over. 

“Y/N…” He said, unsure of what to say. 

“And I know we drifted apart, but it doesn’t mean that I don’t miss or care about you, Zach. The loss of Hannah just made it even harder to cope without you by my side. Clay Jensen has been too out of it lately. I just need someone, and if you need someone I’ll put you before me. Because I care about you more than I care about myself.” 

You stopped at a stop light and looked to see that Zach was wiping at his eyes, before sniffling strongly and shaking his head. “Y/N, there is a reason that I was doing what I was doing. I miss you too. I only do these things to fill the hole in my heart that you vacated quite a while ago. I miss you so much, you were my best friend.” 

You turned to Zach and placed your hand over his on his thigh before squeezing it reassuringly. He gave you a teary smile as you pulled into Monet’s. 

“Can we go back to where we were? I just really need someone. Preferably you.” You asked him softly, looking away slightly. 

There was rustling before he put his arms around you. “I was really hoping you would suggest it.” 

~~
this made me emotional

(not edited)

pls gimme the thing called love

Long Distance Relationships

- It’s gonna get hard sometimes, don’t forget why you got in this relationship.

- 80% of your relationship is through text, remember that sometimes it’s hard to talk 24/7 through text and ALWAYS sound excited.

- Skype/FaceTime calls WILL become the brightest parts of your days.

- This time apart isn’t forever, always remember the day you have been dreaming of. It will come.

- The distance will get to you some nights, don’t let that get the best of your relationship.

- Be patient with each other. Sometimes you’ll both be gone, busy, or maybe asleep because of time difference. 

- Communicate no matter what. The distance between you all will make arguments or disagreements that much harder, but communication will really always be key.

- Set dates. Even if for some people they’re years away. Set a date and countdown. Having something to look forward to between you makes things so much better and things easier.

- Remember every single day why you got in this relationship. It’s worth it. Every second leads to a better day. Remember that.

Reaction to You Saying Something Dirty, but Being Too Innocent to Know What it Means. . .

Anonymous said: okay, so i had this ridiculous conversation with my friend, she always says dirty things but is too innocent minded to know what the alternative could mean. so could you do that for mx and exo. where their innocent girlfriend says something dirty, but then is like , “what? whats wrong? what did i say?” thanks sorry if its so detailed… lol

Reaction to You Saying Something Dirty, but Being Too Innocent to Know What it Means… (This is a long ass title)

[EXO Reaction Here >click]

A/N here’s the last reaction for this request sweet Anonie! Hope you like!

Kai Eonni ~


Shownu…

This would totally throw him off guard. He thought he had gotten himself a sweet innocent angel, but then here you are saying something that gets his friend downstairs excited and his mind running wild. He would be suspicious of whether the innocent side of you was just an act, or if you were really that innocent enough to say something like that with a straight face. Needless to say, this boi would be lost.

Originally posted by oldsways


Kihyun… 

He would respond in a shocked manner as well. He never expected that from you. However, once he realized that you were completely oblivious to what you had just said he would chuckle slightly, his cheeks still a little red as he says, “Jagi, be more thoughtful about what you say, especially in public, okay?” When you ask for him to explain what you had said, he would refuse at first, but if you continue to beg, he would lean into your ear and whisper, “I’ll show you when we get home.” Putting emphasis on the key word ‘show’.

Originally posted by aceyng


Wonho…

He would find this a huge turn on. The fact that you’re so innocent, but can say such dirty things, even without knowing what you said, is insanely sexy to him. He would just smirk at you, watching you as you continue talking. To others it would seem simply like a loving boyfriend admiring his girlfriend, but when you look into his eyes, there’s a whole other emotion in them, and it’s not at all innocent.

Originally posted by minpoong


Minhyuk…

He’d find this hysterical and adorable and he’d have no chill. The moment those words left your mouth Minhyuk would be losing it. The combination of your raunchy wording and oblivious facial expression would be pure gold to him. The little shit wouldn’t let you live it down either. He would bring up your mistake all the freaking time, especially in front of the other members just to see you get all adorably flustered. But then he would give you his cute charms to get you to forgive him so you wont be mad at him and will still give him his daily cuddles before bed.

Originally posted by garisanee


I.M.…

He would react the most maturely towards a situation like this out of all the members. He would actually grow protective of you, seeing you get flustered while Minhyuk and Shownu laugh like the animals they are would bring out his protective streak. He would help you recover from your slip up and would kiss your head saying, “It’s okay baby, I knew what you meant. Maybe next time try to word it differently in front of these prepubescent children.” Then he would move the conversation along to get the attention off of you, turning all his affection and attention on you. 

*pretend you’re jooheon in this gif*

Originally posted by wonhontology

Hyungwon…

He always knew that somewhere inside, you weren’t as innocent as you seem. And he would tease you about this when you two were alone, but never thought that this side of you would come out in public, and he would break into laughter. This would be like a victory for him, and would allow him to tease you in ways he felt he couldn’t before. However, he wouldn’t push it and would still hold back. He would smirk to you and give you a look that sent your heart into your throat from the gleam in his eyes. 

Originally posted by hyungvon


Jooheon… 

This would fluster him, but he also wouldn’t be able to hold in his laughter, thought he would try really hard to. He would try to cover for you, but would make it worse somehow. Causing you to get more flustered as well as your boyfriend now. This would just end horribly for both of you as the other members laugh their beautiful perfect asses off mercilessly.

(dawwww isnt he just a doll???)

Originally posted by monstaxstuff

You already did - Zach Dempsey

Originally posted by 13whyreasons

Request: hii!!! can i request a zach x reader where they are really close but zach wants to be more than friends. so one day he tells the reader he loves her and she loves back but doesnt want to get hurt so she ends up running away or something idk. but then later on she tells zach why she ran off and how she really feels about him xx thanks!!!!

word count: 1314

Enjoy! xxx

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes!” you texted your best friend. You were going over to Zach’s house, he was home alone and asked you to babysit his little sister with him. You and Zack had been best friends for 5 years or something like that, you lost count. One night he found you crying your eyes out in the park, he sat next to you and held you in his arms until you stopped crying. You were so thankful, since that day you were inseparable. He picked you up on his way to school, you made homework together, you supported his basketball games and he supported your soccer games. You had developed some strong feelings for the jock, but that little thing there was the problem. Zach was a gift from heaven, no doubt, but Zach was very easy influenced by his other jock friends. Making bets and letting him do things that weren’t like him so you decided to push your feelings away and just enjoy the friendship you had. You picked your bag with make up since little Mae always wanted to do your make up and let you do hers. You got in your car and went to the Dempsey villa. Mae opened the door.

“Zaaaach y/n is here!! Did you bring your make-up? Let’s go let’s let’s go!” She shouted while pulling you inside at your wrist. She picked you with her to her cute pink room. While running there you past by Zach on the stairs.

“Hey Zach, got to go!” you went to Mae’s room, did a little chit chat with her, did her make-up, let her do yours. After you went down stairs with her when you saw Zach coming home with the pizza he ordered.

“Well look at the two of you being pretty.” You ate all together and after you brought Mae to bed, you took of her make-up and put her under her sheets. When you came downstairs Zach already chose a movie. It was your favourite, the perks of being a wallflower.

“What a good choice!” you said while placing yourself next to him. This was probably the 7th time you saw it but it never let you down. Zach placed his arm around you like he did all the time. When you were together it always seemed like you were a couple but just without the benefits. Suddenly Zach was getting closer than other times, you looked confused at him when you suddenly felt his lips crush against yours, in the beginning you kissed him back but then you realised why you pushed back your feelings so you pulled back.

“Zach what are you doing?”

“y/n, I love you, I’ve been in in love with you for so long now. I couldn’t hold it back anymore.”

“I think it’s better if I go, I’ll see you around Zach.” You say while picking up your stuff very fast and walking out the door. Zach made all you feelings come back with that simple kiss, you did so well pushing them back. As much as you wanted to be with him getting hurt again wasn’t an option. You were so scared of getting hurt again. Sooner or later he would be bored with you or he would see you’re no relationship material and then he would break your heart. You ignored his texts and calls for the rest of the weekend, you weren’t in the mood for all this.

Monday came pretty soon but you were dedicated to avoid Zach, of course you wanted to stay friends but you had to push back your feelings first. You knew now that Zach liked you to but those feelings were probably temporary so you figured it would be better to just let it go. When you entered school you saw Zach’s jock gang hanging around one’s locker but Zach wasn’t with them, maybe he was still training for basketball, he always looked so good in his basketball jersey.. you were lost in your thoughts when you arrived at your locker. Maybe if you had payed attention you would have seen Zach standing at your locker.

“Oh hey Zach, goodmorning.” You say acting like nothing happened.

“y/n.., we need to talk.”

“Yeah Zach I figured, maybe we should just act like it never happened, give me a little time and it will be okay.” In your mind you were punching yourself in the face multiple times, how could you talk so heartless to him? He was your best friend.

“I don’t want to act like it never happened y/n.” Zach said, slightly raising his voice. “I’ve loved you for such a long time now and I can’t hold it back anymore, I can’t go another night with you sitting in front of me looking all cute and perfect and not being able to kiss you.”

“I’ll come over tonight, we’ll talk.” You say while filling your backpack and walking off to your class room. The day went by soooo slowly, you were in your last class when your phone buzzed.

“I’ll drive you home, see you at my car. – Z.”

Suddenly you felt way more nervous. You were going to talk with Zach, what were you going to say? That you loved him? He had the right to know but you still didn’t want to get hurt. The bell rang, you picked up you stuff and walked over to Zach’s car. He was already waiting next to it, the both of you got in without exchanging a word. You arrived at his house, got in and sat yourself down in his room. He followed you and sat down in front of you.

“I know I can’t make you love me y/n, but I couldn’t contain myself anymore.”

“You already did..” you say very quit, maybe hoping he didn’t hear.

“What did you say?” he asked with a confused look on his face

“You already made me love you Zach. I’ve been in love with you for a very long time now, and you deserve to know but I pushed back all my feelings. As much as I love the person you are I’ve seen you being influenced by your friends and I was and I still am so scared they wouldn’t like me and make you dump me. I don’t want to get hurt again Zach, I really don’t.” Tears start welling up in your eyes. You never poured you feelings out like that, to anyone.

“Why would you even think I would hurt you? Honestly I’ve seen you at your lowest days, your best days, everything and all those things made me love you even more. I know I did some pretty dumb things in the past but I would never do something to you.”

“I don’t know Zach. Everything I loved only caused pain before, why would this be any different?”

“Because I feel like I found the love of my life, we’ve been best friends for 5 years now and I loved every second of it, you never bore me, you always make me smile, you take care of me and I do the same for you. Do I have to go on?”

“You have a point..”

“Let’s just try it, we don’t have to rush things. Nothing will change I promise, you don’t even have to be around my friends If you don’t want to. I’ll do anything for you.” Zach says while standing up and sitting down next to you. He picks both of your hands in his.

“I will never ever let you down.” He says before leaning in to you and kissing you. You kissed him back without pulling back this time. You felt butterflies in your stomach.

“I love you Zach” you slowly whisper before kissing him again. Maybe this time things would be different, just for once.

Let me know what you think! hope you liked it xxx

13 Reasons Why

13 reasons why fucked me up bad. Since the time they said that she slit her wrists and bled to death I kept imagining it and it was painful but I wasn’t expecting to actually see it. It’s so real. No filters. When her heart was beating fast and she was breathing so hard I felt like it was happening to me and then when she slit her wrists and the blood started pouring and she screamed I felt like someone put a dagger in my heart. And my god, when her parents walked in, and her mom kept saying that she was okay, and that look on her dad’s face, it killed me. That’s the most heartbreaking thing that could happen to anyone.
Hannah was so fucking strong. She just wanted to be happy and she tried so hard to be happy. She overlooked the shit that happened to her over and over again and gave the world so many chances. She didn’t give up easily at all. That’s what’s so sad, she tried again and again and made fresh starts again and again hoping that at least one person would be true to her. She didn’t give up on everyone just because one person wronged her, instead she gave every person a chance and started over with a clean slate. She wasn’t the kind of person who only saw the bad, overlooking everything good in her life. She was desperate for just one thing to cling on to, just one good thing, just one person. Every time someone did or said something remotely nice to her, she thought maybe this time it will be different, maybe this person will be different and she wanted to give them a chance. You could see that in her smile. She didn’t give up hope easily. She was ready to start over after so many boys and girls wronged her, even after she got raped, she was still ready to start over and that’s incredible, and frankly quite unimaginable to me. She was just looking for one ray of hope. One. And it’s true what they say in the show, even if one thing had gone right, even if one person stood by her side, Hannah Baker would have been alive.

Golden | Jungkook (M)

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Jungkook will show you just how golden he really is.

Word Count: 6,670

Genre: Smut/fluff

A/N: Jungkook smut for my thirsty followers who didn’t get enough in AL. Btw I hope you enjoy it @helloblamebts :)) sorry for the wait bc I know you’re just as thirsty as everyone else

Keep reading

Look. It’s not even a big deal, you’re the one that’s turning this into a whole thing. You’ve never done anything like this before, but that’s okay! There’s a first time for everything, even though the situation right now is a make it or break it kind of deal. But it’s okay! Don’t even worry about it, yo. You’re just going to tell one of your closest friends that you maybe kind of sort of think that you two should be more than friends! You’re confident. As long as you keep telling yourself that you’re confident, that’ll reflect in your words and Harry will instantaneously fall in love with you. Maybe. It’s not a guarantee. It’s worth a shot, though! Better than keeping everything bottled up inside. Plus, maybe this time it’ll be different! Usually, with your other guy friends, you can 100% tell if they only see you as one of the bros. Harry hasn’t sent any bro signals yet so you’re pretty much in the clear! Think about it, Y/N. It’s only a minute of confrontation and then you’re over and done with it. And you think he likes you back, so that helps as well! 

“Okay, I can do this.” You breathed out, blinking at yourself in the bathroom mirror before rubbing your clammy palms on your shirt. “It’s just Harry.” Were you really about to do this? This was a move that definitely wasn’t you. This was a move that a drunk off her ass Y/N would pull. No, no. You were psyching yourself out too much. “Yeah, it’s just Harry!” You decided that the best thing to do right now would be to block all the negative thoughts and hope for the best. 

“Hey, there you are! I was starting to wonder what you were doing upstairs for so long.” Harry hummed, smiling at you and watching as you plopped yourself down in the sofa chair across from him. 

“Ah, I got distracted by a game on my phone. You know how it is.” You waved it off, the little voice in the back of your head rehearsing what you were going to say to Harry. “I wanted to talk to you-” 

“I jus’ wanted t’ tell yeh-” The both of you paused upon the realization that the two of you had something to share with each other, your cheeks already growing bright pink at the slightly awkward situation. “How about you go first?” Did you wanna go first? Maybe you could let Harry go first, and while he spoke to you, you could rethink your decision to tell him the truth. Yeah, that sounded good. 

“No, no! I insist that you go first. If I go first I’ll end up blabbing for twenty minutes.” You snorted, getting comfortable on the chair and hugging a pillow to your chest. 

“Okay, cool. I promise I’ll be quick.” Harry grinned, sitting up a little straighter before leaning forward. “I want you t’ meet a new friend of mine.” Oh, that was it? Phew. 

“Alright, I’m down with that. Who is it?” I really like you and I’ve liked you for a long time, so I just thought that you needed to know that. 

“Oh, she’s great. You’ll love her. I mean, I kinda love her already and I’ve only met her like, twice! She has her own cookbook and everything, and she’s a great baker… Just like me! The other night at my concert we were talking backstage and she has the same taste in clothes as me! Y’know those silky lilac pants you were teasing me about? She liked them! And she was wearin’ this really cool denim jacket with a tiger embroidered on the back… I let her borrow one of my shirts and I’m usin’ tha’ as an excuse t’ see her again.” Harry paused, checking his phone when it buzzed in his hand. 

No, that’s too straight forward. How about something like ‘How about we go grab some dinner sometime? I can take you to that fancy Italian place that opened up downtown last month.’ “Oh, wow. She sounds really cool.” 

“She is really cool! And because you’re my ultimate best friend, I really want you to meet her before things get too serious.” 

Or maybe he wants to stay at home? I can cook something for him. Well, I’ll try my best- Wait, what? 

You snapped yourself out of your little thought bubble before blinking owlishly at Harry. What did he say? You heard something but you were really hoping he didn’t say what you thought he had said. “S-Sorry? Can you, uh, say that again?” You smiled sheepishly, Harry furrowing his brows before huffing playfully. 

“I thought you were listening t’ me this whole time. I was saying that I want you t’ meet Tess next week and approve of her so that I can maybe take it to the next level with her! Because you’re my best friend and all, and your opinion really matters to me. Anyways, she’s hilarious and she jus’ texted me this recipe on…”

At that point, you had tuned out. The smile slowly dropped from your face when it finally hit you that all of this was just in your head. Your chest tightened and you could feel your heart beginning to drum inside you. You could hear the blood roaring in your ears, rushing up to the back of your neck and your cheeks in humiliation. What were you thinking? Of course you were just a friend to Harry. All those late-night phone calls, all those hours you spent traveling with him while he was filming for Dunkirk and while he was writing his album, all those times you’d wake up early just to make breakfast for him even though he never asked for it, all those times just helped you to… Further establish your position in the friend-zone. (You hated that term, but there was no other way to describe it.) Harry was friendly with everyone and you were the one who took it in the wrong way! 

“So, what do yeh think, buddy?” 

“Um, yeah. I’d love to meet… Tess.” You trailed off, feeling as though Harry had just shot a bullet straight through your heart. 

“Cool! I’ll text her. By the way, what did you wanna tell me?” 

“I… I forgot.” You felt completely numb on the inside. 

How could you have been so stupid? 

+

gif isn’t mine!

speaking of IKEA the rumours are true… i damn well thought it was all an exaggeration, some kind of hyperbolic meme but i swear to god it’s all true

when i was younger (like 12/13) my mum decided she wanted to get some furniture so she’s like we’ll go to IKEA, and i admit i was kinda curious so i went along with her. she drives us out of the city and into this vast parking lot and there in the middle of it is this windowless rectangle, like i’m talking it was massive man, reminded me of some huge temple to some unfeeling god… like i just got those chills, you know? something wasn’t right. i knew that whatever was in there would change me, that i could not gaze upon whatever was in that faceless bunker without the heavy weight of the knowledge weighing down on me for the rest of my life.

we go in and there’s like, this entrance hall, and nothing but a pair of escalators. both of them go down. i’m… really not sure about this at this point but my mum really wanted that easy to assemble yin-yang table or whatever so we descend. as we pass under the floor i’m… fucking blown away. i cannot adequately describe to you the vastness of this cavern. i couldn’t see the walls. you know when you take a boat out into the ocean and you go out far enough you can’t see land? well it was like that, but with endless kitchen displays and kitschy bedroom layouts. i was stunned. my mind was physically breaking trying to understand the size of this place and equate it to the building i had seen outside. i was gawking around so much that i nearly fell off the end of the escalator. just… fuck. i have never been in a man made structure that big since. i don’t even think that structure was man made. 

so we’re walking around and there are just these endless weaving paths through all the displays. they don’t just stick things on shelves here, they like, showcase them by building hundreds of mini living rooms and kitchens and stuff. it’s actually pretty cool, like, i can see why people spend thousands in this place. i no longer know where the escalators are and i’m not entirely sure which way is up but there are some cool fuzzy throw rugs i’d probably buy if i wasn’t like, 13. i come back around this kitchen display that i can see clearly to the other side of and my mum has just vanished. like i’m talking there’s no sign of her at all, even though there’s nothing she could have hidden behind and i’m reasonably sure i’d be able to see her if she was in the general area. she’s just nowhere to be found. i hang about for a bit but she doesn’t come back, and i’m now aware that exploration teams have probably died trying to locate the walls of this store so i’m starting to worry.

i get the bright idea to text her, and there’s no fucking phone signal. of course there’s not. i’m in a fucking leviathan of a basement located under the concrete and steel sarcophagus of whatever reptilian overlord ordered the construction of this place. by now i think i’ve just accepted my fate because i’m wandering around and i’m genuinely nervous at this point but i’m still stopping to look at little accessories for an office i don’t have, or mentally planning out my future kid’s room or whatever. i’m like “oh god i’m gonna die, i’m never gonna see my mum again– oh SHIT, that is a cute stuffed rat”. i’m just wandering around aimlessly, looking in vain for any landmarks, and suddenly i stumble across… a restaurant?

no word of a lie, hidden between displays and stacks of cushions is a restaurant. at first i’m so glad to see actual living people that i don’t realise what an odd location for a restaurant this is. i’m really fucking hungry now, too. i briefly consider what the ramifications of eating food in this realm might be but then i decide fuck it, these strangers are my people now, i’ve clearly been assimilated into the lost tribe of wandering IKEA visitors that i understand every one of these stores to have. i get some swedish meatballs because tradition seems to dictate that and i sit down and i eat my food and i watch as, every few minutes or so, another bewildered and ravenous traveller joins us. i’m sitting near where most people come in and i feel like the unofficial st peter of this place, greeting lost souls and easing their passing into their new life. i’m kind of growing shockingly used to my new fate. i’ve all but accepted it when my mum appears. she’s holding like, a million cushions, and says it’s time to go. she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest that she lost me for what i estimate to be around three days. maybe time works differently in different parts of the store. i get up and follow her and i realise i have not actually seen anywhere to purchase items from, but mum somehow has a receipt. whatever. i’ve stopped trying to make sense of things.

halfway through our trek it seems the place is closing for the day, or at least switching to night mode, where i assume a vast array of new temporal oddities are let lose on the unsuspecting public. employees appear from seemingly nowhere, standing at assigned areas and pointing in the direction of the next employee, who points at the next one, and so on and so forth until we’re somehow ascending the escalator (a different one? it must be, but i can’t see the other ones even from a height). there are suddenly loads of people, like the escalator is full and more are crowded at the bottom. i don’t know where they all came from. where i walked in IKEA, i walked alone.

when we get out of the building it’s night time, and mum’s talking about going back when she can borrow the bigger car because there’s some shelving she likes. i feel the building’s eyeless gaze on me as we approach the car, and i don’t look back.

He had been taught many times that hope was foolish, but he could not help it, as heedless as a child straying close to a fire and stubbornly refusing to learn from experience. Maybe this time was different- maybe this love was different. It felt so different; surely that had to mean something. Maybe the year to come would be a good year for both of them. Maybe this time things would work out the way Magnus wanted them to.
Maybe Alexander Lightwood would not break his heart.
—  The Bane Chronicles ( The Course of True Love (And First Dates))
The story of a Lithromantic

Me: *gets a crush*
Huh, maybe I’m not Lithromantic
maybe it was just those few people
or I was too young. Maybe this time
it will be different!

Crush: *likes me back*

Me: WHAT WAS I THINKING NO NO NO
IM LITH AF! I CANT DO THIS BYEEE

*runs away in slow motion*

Crush: wat

Friends: wat

Your mom: wat

Obama: wat