my innocent thoughts

“You still have a lot to learn, and you’ll probably mess up some times, but I know you’ll become the hero we need.”

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Goro Akechi:

  • Is an orphan
  • Dad is a dick
  • Had no real friends until he met the Protagonist
  • Is lonely
  • Loves Pancakes
  • Visits Leblanc because he genuinely likes the coffee
  • Cannot handle spicy food
  • Tries hard to be accepted by the Phantom Thieves
  • Has the most hammiest finishing all-out attack pose
  • Uses light sabers and rayguns as his weapons
I want you in the most innocent of ways, I want you to hold me tight. To wrap your arms around me, lips pressed agains my forehead while you tell me you love me and that everything will be alright.
—  lips against skin and good thoughts (k.h)
Hope You Had Known

Hey, you there!
Yup, you are the one
Oh, you busy having fun 
Living life to the fullest
Living life like a festival
Living life with innocence
Living life with excitement
Living life with immaturity
Living life like a wanderer
Living life like a traveler
Living life without responsibilities
Living life without abnormalities
Living life without dependencies
I got to tell you something
It’s just what you should’ve known
Just so that you could’ve been on your own
Life’s gonna run bulldozers over you
And a lot of times not just a very few
Life’s gonna smack at your weaknesses
And you will still have to make progress
Life’s gonna keep you awake at night
And you will have your tiredness to fight
Life’s gonna render you broken and helpless
And you will have to handle that heavy stress
Life’s gonna take people and things away from you
And you will have to live with a will-power brand new
Life’s gonna do all of these distressful things to fix you 
And you will have to work for your dreams to come true

Maybe you are scared at his point
And I bet you should be
For these things, I have lived through
And I know it could be difficult for you
Hope that you had known this
Life could’ve then been a bliss 

However, I am still on my way
While you can still afford to play.

- truce / twenty one pilots

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Rarely I catch a scent, not really a smell and I cannot put it into words, but it comes unexpectedly and leaves like it was never there. For that split second though, I reminisce. I reminisce a certain time in the past and how I used to see the world. And then I realize how much I have changed.

These are my beautifully sad moments.

—  me being strange [seran.b]

To anyone affected in London, my heart and thoughts go out to you.

This Girl

I once knew this girl with stars in her eyes, and heaven in her veins.

She taught me that life was
swimming till my fingers wrinkled like prunes, and that it was ok to laugh even when I was sad.

She taught me that life was
taking road trips, blasting the radio, and
singing at the top of my lungs.

She taught me that life was also
dancing in the rain, and chasing rainbows
after the storm

I wonder sometimes where this girl went.
Yet she has been here all along.

That girl is me

anonymous asked:

can you please do percabeth for 'things you said when we were the happiest we ever were'?

(no longer taking requests for this particular challenge, sorry!)

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

When Annabeth finally pulled back, Percy was expecting her to be speechless, or to say something exceptionally complimentary, like, ‘Wow, Percy, you’re an awesome kisser. Let’s stay in this bubble and make out forever.

Instead, she glanced up and said, “How long is this air bubble going to last?”

He gaped at her. “Uh… I dunno. As long as I want it to?”

“Really?” She looked back at him, and he felt a little better when he noticed that her cheeks were flushed. “You don’t seem to be concentrating very hard.”

What he wanted to say was something like, ‘Yeah, you’re a little distracting.’ He was slightly afraid of what she’d say in reply to that, though, so instead Percy said, “What?”

“I just mean…” Annabeth waved her arms around her head in a gesture that Percy found absolutely adorable. “Keeping this sustained takes a lot of power, and you’re making it look easy.”

He smirked at her. “Well, I am pretty powerful.”

Annabeth laughed and looped her hands back around his neck, drawing him close. “Oh, are you?”

“Yeah, I’m kind of a big deal. Some might even say I’m a hero…”

“I’d say you’re a Seaweed Brain,” she said, rolling her eyes. Her little giggle sort of ruined the show of exasperation, though. “You know, we are going to run out of air eventually.”

“I can just make another bubble.”

She looked impressed. “Can you?”

He shrugged.

Annabeth grinned. “Okay, well either way, let’s make the most of this bubble while it lasts.”

And before Percy could say another word, she was kissing him again. 

And right then, with the girl he loved in his arms, their friends waiting for them on shore, his mom happy at home and his city safe, he was pretty much the happiest he’d ever been.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And already she knows what it means
To hate oneself and, if you ask her,
She can tell you right away what depression is.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And she comes up to me asking me
Whether or not she is beautiful-
There are boys in her class who whisper
And she cannot find it in herself to keep her head up.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And the weighing machine has become her best friend,
She steps onto it every day 
Asking me if the weight shown on the scale
Is the ‘ideal’.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And when people call her pretty she casts her eyes downwards,
Mumbles a meek 'thank you’ and tells me
She thinks they did it out of courtesy.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And already people are telling her
That 'if you don’t try to dress pretty people won’t like you’-
I’ve seen her look at my dresses and sigh
That she wished she was pretty enough to pull them off.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And when I told her I was leaving to college
She cried for hours and told me that people were right
And that no one was going to stick around to love her
Because she wasn’t what people wanted.

My younger sister is only 10 years old
And her heart has been broken too many times
Despite her tender age and status as a child
And you ask me why I’m climbing on rooftops
Screaming 'let children be children’
Because, what people are taking is their innocence
And my younger sister is only 10.

—  s.r. // my younger sister