more than my words can ever explain

I can’t explain to you the way when she smiles at me she makes me feel like the happiest person in the world. I can’t tell you how when she kisses me she makes me feel more alive than I ever have before. And I seriously can’t put into words the love I have for her. When I look at her all I can see is my forever, and I can’t help but think that she’s the only one I want to be looking at when I’m 24, or 47, or 82. I just want her. I never want to stop looking at her. I never want her to go away. She’s the one. I am so in love with her.
—  God I am so in love with you.
There’s just something about a person when they’re talking about their passion.
They lose control of their mouth while trying to explain their special world, and for a little while you get to be there with them, their eyes sparkling like sunlit waters and time being nothing more than another witness.
How can something this beautiful ever be called annoying?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (228/366)

I felt light and warm, like a rush of beautiful energy just filled my body. I felt “alive” for the first time ever in my life. It was such a calm, peaceful feeling that I’ve never felt before, and my heart was FILLED with a love that was like the most love I’d ever known..stronger than a first love, more like an all-powerful and deeper was the most beautiful feeling that can’t even be put into words. I can’t even explain it! But it was RADIATING through every cell and part of my being..


I’m realizing more and more that he’s the one I need. But more importantly he’s the one I want. Through good days and bad, he’s there for me. He listens when I cry and complain and share my problems. He always makes me feel better. And I’m so lucky to have found that. I’m so glad I have him because I don’t know how I would have made it this far without him. The past couple weeks have been stressful and he’s been there through it all. I think I’m more certain than ever that I want to spend the rest of my life with him. He’s the one I want to wake up with every morning and go to sleep with every night. He’s the only thing that makes sense anymore. I love him so deeply and more than he will ever know. Normally I can explain myself so clearly with writing, but it’s different when I write about him. There are no words for how much I love him, how I completely adore him. It’s something out of this world and I don’t know if I will ever be able to explain my feelings for him. I want him by my side in life. Maybe I’m just emotional or it’s because I always reflect a lot during this time of year, but I’m sure that I want to be with him forever. I’m not 100% certain about anything else, but it doesn’t matter because I have him. He is everything I want and I wish I could explain my love.


I received something that means more to me than I can explain with words. A gift from the1stzombie. This book, Angel. This is the most beautiful book I have ever seen and the second I opened the gift and saw it I almost cried. I’ve wanted it so badly since the moment I knew it was being created. Paolo Raeli is my favourite artist and looking at his photos and reading his words always helps to put my mind at ease because it’s comforting knowing there is someone in the world feeling the same things that I feel. coltre I want you to know how happy your book makes me.

And again, because I don’t think I’ve said it enough, thank you so much Tyler. You really don’t know how happy this makes me.

@wildcardkinshi (continued from here)

Lucina laughed and kissed Takumi’s cheek, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Am I not allowed to kiss you, Takumi? After all, I am quite certain we have done much more than kiss before. Multiple times.” She sighed and shook her head. “But that is not why I am here. I wanted to talk about something serious with you.”

She pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. “I am only doing this because you have yet to. I have been patient, but I can wait no longer.” She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and reached for his hands. “Prince Takumi of Hoshido… Though I have nothing to give you, will you marry me? I love you more than words could ever explain, and I wish to spend the rest of my days with you.”

a short guide for successful e-begging

I’ve been wanting to write something on my observations about ebegging and what seems to work best (at least for me). I’ll try to make this short…

  1. Don’t try to sell anything (I always get more money if I just beg).
  2. Don’t over explain (if ur begging on tumblr keep it around 250 words and have a key phrase that can be tweeted – so less than 140 chars with the link included).
  3. Give clear details about what you need and how much you need (see point 2).
  4. Leave out any and all attempts at emotional manipulation (esp. the ‘if everyone who follows me donates $1…’. This will never happen. Ever. Don’t bother.)
  5. Beg for small amounts more frequently (eg. 'I need a $100 to pay my phone bill’ vs 'I need $1000 to pay rent’).
  6. Stop apologizing for begging. This will also help you cut down on the length of your begging posts.
  7. You’ll get most of your donations within the first day or so of begging. Plan accordingly.
  8. Begging for specific reasons and amounts works much better than constantly begging (think about panhandlers… if you become too constant a presence, people will just start ignoring you).

What follows in the 'readmore’ is a discussion about ebegging and the ins and outs of it

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I'm alive and absolutely speechless

I’m still overwhelmed, I actually have no idea what to write, my head is filled with so many things that I can’t put it in words, because, what I feel right now can’t be explained nor written down, these emotions have no boundaries and no combination of letters could ever get even close to their meaning.

First of all, I wish to thank you, not only for writing me and giving me the support I needed so much, I wish to thank you for caring about me, for actually and genuinely loving me. You did so much more than you can imagine, you saved a life, my life, each and every one of you.

I lost it again, myself, my way, my past broke me again, I couldn't save myself this time, it just hurt too much. I won’t lie, nor do I wish to do so, I wanted to give up on everything, cry until I feel numb and then continue feeling numb, that is if I couldn’t get rid rid off myself once and for all. I was kinda ready, but all this love changed everything. I received over 250 messages in less than 24 hours, and I cried over every single one, because it meant so much. I never imagined that this could possibly happen, that an enormous group of beautiful people catches me this gently while falling down.

I’m so sorry for worrying you all, it was never my intention, I wanted to be honest with you, because you deserve it. Also, I wish to apologize for writing all of this now, and not sooner, but I wanted to give myself time, a whole day, to think it all through, to decide for myself what to do with myself from now on, which way to go, to think about all said and unsaid things. My best friend told me that I should maybe quit tumblr, both of my blogs, but I just can’t do it, I can’t and I don’t want to, specifically not this one. There are so many messages from people telling me how my posts make their days better, how they pick them up, how they love them. I can’t abandon this, especially not the people that were there for me, no matter what was going on and if they knew about it exactly or not.

I don’t know what else to say, really, I can’t think straight and to be honest, I don’t even mind, another battle is won, because of you my darlings, and that is what matters. I don’t know how to thank you and I don’t think I will ever be able to repay for it, but starting to try to see the world and myself in another light is a good beginning I guess.

I love you, my cutiepies, you have no idea how much.

@ almost every single non-autistic person i have ever interacted with: 

can you just please take a minute to appreciate the amount of work i do to speak to you in words that sound more like your own instead of responding primarily in movie quotes, song lyrics, and other borrowed phrases? 

i have learned to suppress my scripts for fear of reinforcing the stereotype (one which i have likewise been taught to be afraid of). i’m tired of having to explain myself because you can’t seem to understand that others communicate in ways different than you do.

the amount of work i regularly do just to have even a brief spoken interaction with you is immeasurable - the least you could do is recognize that for 60 seconds.

Okay, I did a thing. A SoMa thing. I am so sorry. Based off of this prompt: I just woke up from a 6 month coma and I don’t remember anything about the past 5 years but that’s kind of okay because as a trade-off this gorgeous stranger sitting at my bedside is saying he’s my husband

credit goes to essified for the prompt and I guess it’s SoMa week so maybe Khaleesi would like to see it?? Idk, I’m sorry to waste your time sempai


“Will you marry me?”

The words are said so casually, yet so quietly that she knows he is as close to begging as he will ever get. They are alone, on the couch, with her head in his lap and her green eyes laughing up at him have the words flying out of his mouth before he can control himself.

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1. my love, oh my love. there’s nothing i can say to you that will mean enough. there are no words that exist in my meager vocabulary to explain how i feel when i think about you in my bed, your skinny fingers rolling tobacco, your careful eyes inspecting mine.

2. dear, you were just the palate cleanser i needed. you were sweet and bitter at once, but i’ll never forget your arms wrapped around me at 3am. i’ll never forget how you breathed in my hair like it was more vital than oxygen.

3. babe, you were all i ever wanted, but it’s called a crush for a reason. when i spilled my water in that fancy restaurant, you held my hand and only teased me after you knew i was okay. making out in your car in the driveway would’ve been hotter in tenth grade than in college, but you kept me warm when i should’ve been coldest. thank you.

4. darling, you are sweeter than tea with three spoonfuls of sugar and i am going to break you. i won’t mean to, but i will. i am not made of glass, though you polish and cradle me as if i’m fragile. what happened to you, darling? what happened?

—  notes to ex- (and future) lovers, by k.n.a.