my nights are long

Reasons to Love Zhang Yixing

He has the most beautiful voice

He gives the most inspirational and amazing speeches

He’s the most kindhearted person on this planet

But he can be quite the tease, too

He looks fantabulous in sunglasses 

He’s super friendly and lovable

He can play the piano

and the guitar

He actually reads the fan-letters that are given to him during his free time

But he doesn’t just read the fan-letters, no, he writes back to the fans as well

He can compose, write, arrange, and produce his own songs (and has done so with over 100 songs, 99 of which he lost cuz of a USB incident :( )

Which eventually led to the release of his very amazing solo album, “Lose Control”

He’s also a very wonderful

and loving son 

And he was the most adorable little kid

But now that he’s a little older, he’s even more adorable with kids

Seriously he’s great with kids

He also loves his members so much and never forgets to mention them

He’s also extremely charitable

And considerate towards his fans

And super thoughtful and respectful of everyone

He’s record-breakingly incredible even when the odds are against him

And his laugh is the most precious sound a person’s ears can be blessed with

He’s also very amusing and silly

And has the most interesting reactions

Apparently he also can’t control his face

Which makes him great variety show material

But it also brings out his strange butt-grabbing tendencies

And his questionable need to play the role of a t-rex

And his even more concerning infatuation with killers (and the need to play the role of one)

But overall he’s an amazing actor

He can also be slightly forgetful at times

But he never forgets to thank his fans

He always expresses how grateful he is

And all of that plus more is what makes Zhang Yixing the wonderful, amazing, incredible, loyal and precious person that he is

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@markiplier y'know, instead of getting angry at people who are rightfully hurt and mad about the shitty stunts your Swedish pal has pulled and continues to pull, you could at least admit that these… I don’t even know what to call them because they sure as hell aren’t jokes - are, in fact, shitty and harmful.

I firmly stand with my belief that good people can do bad things and vise versa, but cmon.

You can talk out your ass about respect all you want, but you clearly, and I fucking mean CLEARLY do not respect your fans if you won’t even admit that what Felix did is objectively harmful. You do not respect your fans at all if you are angry with the people that were harmed by what he said. That’s just victim blaming and gaslighting.

Respect is a two-way street. People have zero obligation to respect someone who does not respect them.

I thought you were better than this, dude…

Disclaimer: I am not Jewish so please telling me if I’m out of my lane or I got something wrong!!

  • I Can't Write Another Song (I Keep On Believing)
  • Paul McCartney
  • London Town Sessions

1977: Paul sings a wistful tune. (Note: A fragment; this is either all there is of the song or all that has been publicly released.)

PAUL: I can’t write another song / As long as you keep leaving / Day by day my nights are long / But I keep on believing / Some men fight for lovers’ rights / Some men fight for freedom…

Sunny day 7

—I went through my archives last night looking for something I had written a long time ago. Wow, I’ve been here a long time. And I wrote a lot! I used to use this blog as sort of a personal journal –I don’t know how or why that changed. It’s interesting to go back and see the evolutions in your personal history. Long story short, I’m going to try to find the time and introspection to write more. I’m more than just kittens and coffee, right? Right?!? Prepare yourselves: the sentimental drivel is coming.

—My “dog voice” is completely out of hand. In my head, Daisy thinks and talks in a high-pitched, very feminine, very child-like voice. And I have conversations with her constantly…sometimes in public…in front of strangers. Oops. When I’m in the asylum, I hope someone finds this post to prove I had a grip on reality and knew what I was doing.

—Husband and I ate the last two blueberry muffins before daughter got up. It was a dirty, underhanded, selfish trick. And it was delicious. She was pissed. She feels a certain entitlement to all baked goods.

—NASCAR nonsense starts this weekend. Not the real nonsense, just extra nonsense. I am THRILLED. (Not really in case you don’t speak sarcasm.)

—Motivating the troops on a weekend is hard. Just. So. Hard. Even the dog has given up.

—I’m considering drawing up a map of the house to distribute amongst the cave dwellers, specifically highlighting the location of every trash can, the dishwasher, and the back-up toilet paper. This should not be necessary as the house is barely 1000 sq ft, yet…it is what it is.

—Just remembered I’m off tomorrow. Yay!!! I love when that happens. Now I can stay up and watch the Talking Dead after the Walking Dead. My pleasures are really quite simple. (But honestly, I’ll never be able to stay awake that late. Who am I kidding??)

Happy Sunday, lovelies!!! ;)

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

mist and shadow
cloud and shade
all shall fade

all shall fade