never in my life have i wanted

Just like the moon, I let you see what I want.
Of course, you think I am bright and pure and so good
But you only see the reflection of the sun.
Never forget I have no light of my own,
I’m pure darkness and shadows.
—  Sophia Carey

[D-DAY #2YearsWithSEVENTEEN #세븐틴_2주년_영원히_함께해]

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the courage to start all over again.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button  

Thank you @pledis_17. For everything.

  • Aries: People hold hands? Psh I can't relate, I throw hands like a real man.
  • Taurus: [puts on fake glasses] It's time to read some hoes.
  • Gemini: Me actually liking someone? Sounds fake, I just like the validation that I'm not complete trash.
  • Cancer: I'm internally screaming right now because the one day I decide to wear makeup I keep crying. My eyelashes are clumping together and I cannot. I refuse.
  • Leo: Do you ever see the sun and you're like ... Man, I'd love to punch it because same. I want to punch the sun so hard. My only chance to be fist-kissed by a hottie.
  • Virgo: I feel bad that I don't recycle. I just can't be inspired to do it because I still feel terrible about life after doing so. [throws water bottle in recycling bin] Oh look, I still have depression!
  • Libra: I want to have a flowery aesthetic... I need a group of friends that are always willing to take pictures of frolicking through flower fields.
  • Scorpio: I love the fact that no one really knows anything about me, but it also makes me kind of sad at the same time. What is my legacy besides being the mysterious and hot one?
  • Sagittarius: The only person in this world who will never break my heart is education connection lady. She's still in 2009 singing about her education experience and I refuse to believe anything different.
  • Capricorn: I've spent 10 hours of my life listening to the education connection song. If I don't make it to college, then I may as well just die.
  • Aquarius: Other people around me are always like "I LOVE YOU! OMG, I LOVE YOU!" Meanwhile I'm just eating my imaginary popcorn thinking about how much I hate everyone.
  • Pisces: I'm eating five hour old chicken nuggets and I'm sad. I don't think I'll finish them... I have to throw them away... This is probably the worst thing I've ever done in my life.

anonymous asked:

Your story about Betty having a baby with Jughead but him not knowing is so good! I love the plot, if your up for it could you please write a part 5?!?

Okay! Thankyou!

Hunter padded through the upstairs apartment, his little feet making faint thumping sounds as he rounded the corner, running directly into Jughead who was cleaning off the living room table.

“Woah there, you got changed pretty fast. Are you some kind of superhero?” He raised a brow, bending down to the tiny toddlers level.

Hunter smiled wide and excited
“Superman. Mamma calls me super man!” He explained.

Jughead glanced up at the blonde in question as she leaned against the doorframe, a pair of child’s sized socks and a stuffed dog in her hands, she smiled at the two boys.

“Oh really?” Jughead questioned “well I’ve been told superman can fly? Do you want to try it out?”

The dark haired boys eyes grew wide with excitement and he looked to his mother for approval, something Jughead took note of. When Betty nodded and nudged her head, hunter clapped
“Yes please!”

Jughead picked up his son and lifted him in the air, putting him on his shoulders and running around the apartment as hunter squealed happily and clutched his father by the neck. After a few minutes Betty stepped into the room, her eyes shining with something Jughead couldn’t quite place.

“Alright my little airplane, it’s time for bed. I know hotdog sure is tired.” She held out the little white stuffed sheepdog, it looked eerily familiar to Jugheads childhood pet and it just so happened his pets name was hotdog as well.

“Okay mama.” The tired little boy agreed jovially, he was so simple, so obedient. He couldn’t help but stare in awe as Betty took him from his arms, she had raised him right.

The tiny makeshift family made their way to the light blue bedroom and Betty placed her son onto the soft grey sheets.
“Alright what’ll we have tonight?”

Hunter looked up,
“Jughead reads to me?” He asked, pulling an old soft cover edition of curious George out from under his pillow and holding it out to Jughead.

Jugheads eyes went wide and he glanced over at Betty, it was his turn to ask for permission. Betty’s eyes were surprisingly soft.
“Sure bug. Ya know Jughead used to read to me all the time. I remember him being pretty good.” She settled beside her sleepy son and Hunter patted the open space beside him.

“Cuddle. We have to” he explained in an almost bored tone. Apparently this was not up for discussion, not that Jughead was complaining.. at all.

Jughead began reading the book and smiled when both Betty and Hunter giggled at the best parts, almost near the end he felt a soft hand clutch his forearm, he looked up to see Betty with a finger on her lips as she glanced down at the now sleeping toddler.

They both slowly pulled themselves off the bed as Betty dropped a kiss to Hunters forehead and Jughead stared down, cautiously brushing a strand of dark black hair off of his sons face. When the door closed, Jughead slumped against it, he hadn’t realized how much love he felt for the little boy but after that.. it was a lot to take in.

“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She smiled reassuringly, she always knew when to give him space, Now was one of those times and he watched her walk from the hall.

His son was amazing, he was smart and kind and beautiful. He had missed so much of his life but there was still time, he could still show him what it meant to have a father, someone who loved him endlessly. And then there was Betty, she was so strong to do this all on her own, and then to let Jughead back into their lives, just like that. Not to mention she ran her own business as a single mother. She was amazing, she always had been. He wasn’t losing this, he couldn’t lose his family. It was something he never thought he could have, growing up his family had been in pieces, they were separated and he was always torn between two halves, he saw firsthand the way it destroyed his mother, he would never let that happen to Betty, not on his watch.

He moved into the kitchen and smiled when he saw Betty resting against the counter, two beers in her hand. She smiled when she saw him, holding out the cold beverage and taking a sip from her own.

“So daddy? How’s it feel?” She wasn’t being sarcastic or nasty, she was genuinely curious, if not a little nervous.

Jughead smiled dreamily
“He’s great, he’s so bright and well behaved. You’ve done such a good job Bets, I never thought.. I just… he’s such a good kid ya know? And he’s half me.” He shook his head disbelievingly and Betty laughed, taking him by the hand and leading him to the couch.

“I know, it still amazes me everyday. I’ve never regret a day of my life ever since I had him. He’s made me whole, given me something to live for. The first half of my pregnancy was … rough.” She explained, taking in his guilty eyes.
“It’s not your fault Juggie, it takes two to tango. I just thought… I didn’t know why you had left and my dad.. well let’s just say he didn’t want to have another daughter disgrace him, he told me a few times I would be better off dead.. and after hearing that so much, you start to believe it.”

Jughead fists clenched the arms of the dark brown couch, he wanted to kill Hal Cooper, he was a miserable excuse for a man. He prayed to god that man never crossed his path, sure he had grown but there would always be Southside in him, something popped in his head

“What about my dad.. does my dad know?” Jughead asked.

Betty shook her head and looked away.
“I went to see him, a few times actually but he wouldn’t let me in, I wrote letters and camped outside the trailer. I just wanted him to know.. but.. he wouldn’t let me in.”

Jughead bit back his growl, good old dad.

“You’re not him Jughead.”

He looked up surprised, even after all these years she could still read his thoughts.

“How do you know?” He asked desperately “I’ve never been a father, I don’t have the best example to look up too, how do you know I’m not just like him?”

Betty turned her body towards his on the couch
“Because then it would be okay to say that I’m my mother, I’ve proved myself as a parent so far, it’s your turn now.” Her hand raised to cup his cheek.
He closed his eyes, taking in the soft fingers he had always loved, the feeling of her touching his skin sent lightning shocks through his entire body and before he had a chance to speak a word her lips were on his.

After the immediate shock wore off, he devoured her, pulling her onto his lap, his hands hungrily touching every part of her body, he couldn’t get enough, he couldn’t get close enough. She was a drug, heavy and addictive but she was also rehab and without her he would fade away. He had her slammed against the kitchen cabinets in seconds flat, her lips came to his ear and she whispered

“Take me to bed Juggie.”

That.. well that he could do.

My life as an ISTJ

SUBMITTED by anonymous

(Gif: Mr. Norrell, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell. ISTJ)

When I took the test,I was typed as an INFJ the first time and an ISFJ the second time but when I read the description,it never fit me so I kept looking.I came across realistic,objective descriptions of ISTJ and I knew that I found what I was searching for.

Introverted Sensing: My memories are extremely important.I would feel incomplete without them.One of my worst fear (along with losing my sanity and my mobility) is having Alzheimer’s. I trust my past experiences to know how to act in the present. My brain is so accustomed to compare the present to the past that I very often get a feeling of deja vu. Everything in my present have ties to the past : my hobbies are connected to the past ones (as a child,I loved Greek and Latin mythology. Now, I love mythology in general.)

I’m sentimental and I can be really nostalgic. My past made me who I am and shaped my personality.I can be stuck in the past and unable to let go past hurts,wounds,insults,bad experiences,grudges. I can also be resistant to change unless I am proved that it is beneficial. I enjoy my personal routines.It gives me a sense of stability and peace without which I can not live.

I don’t really see myself as traditionalist in the sense of “in the society you live in, it had always been this way so you will do it like this.” If that was the case,I would let the boys in my class be the boss. Marriage and having children would be an very important goal and I wouldn’t be a feminist and a self-identified demigirl and possibly demisexual and demiromantic.

I often get annoyed at people who want to force me to try new things. I know what I like and don’t like and I know I will not like it so why bother ?

My tastes are very specific and on the expensive side.I love anything that delight my senses in a quiet way : good food, chocolate, salty and spicy things, a fresh drink during a hot day,comfortable clothes,soft and high quality fabrics,walk barefoot on the cool floor,long and hot showers,
pleasant perfumes,sweetly scented candles, hygiene products that smell good, beautiful music, the sound of the rain, a lovely landscape, an elegant and refined decoration,the feeling of well-being you get after a long walk…

I am very attentive to my physical needs and very aware of my body’s reactions. I can’t understand how some people can completely forget their body and its needs. For me, it’s unthinkable. History is my favorite subject in school and I learn about it as much as possible by myself. I am fascinated by the history of a lot of countries (especially my own) and I enjoy connecting what happened in one specific country to the international situation during this period. I like visiting museums,watching historical documentaries and films,
reading books and using the internet to satisfy my thirst of knowledge. I deeply respect antiquities and relics.

I see the past as a source of knowledge and wisdom. History always repeats itself and we are fool if we think we can escape the past (Go see Fighting the Hate by MangaEngel on Deviantart. It’s crying the ugly truth no one wants to acknowledge.) I think we should look deeply in the past,see what had worked and where we have failed and use this information to build a better future. I’m tired of seeing each generation think that they will not repeat the mistakes of their elders and that in the end they still make the same mistakes.

My memory is good but selective.I easily remember useful information,
things that interest me or are stupid but I am very bad with people’s name and face.I often think about the past and I love analyzing it.

(Gif: Abbey from Sleepy Hollow. ISTJ.)

Extroverted Thinking: I love structure and organization. I want clear and precise rules,limits and instructions,and detailed explanations and advice. I want things to make sense and be organized and logical. I have high standards for myself and others and I expect effectiveness and competence. My patience for incompetence, foolishness and lack of maturity and responsibility is very thin. I become annoyed very easily if people can’t do their job correctly. Planning and organization are natural for me. The moment I wake up, I began to organize my day in my head. I dislike improvisation and not knowing what I will do. Despite the appearances,I procrastinate often. However, I never miss deadlines. I loathe being late.

I am a down to earth, practical, pragmatic, realistic and no-nonsense person. I’m blunt and straightforward on most things. I dislike it when people are not plainspoken. Tact and diplomacy are not my specialties. My common sense is solid and extremely present. I don’t want to be in the spotlight and I am not interested by being the boss but if I see that the leader does a poor job, I will take charge. The dependable stereotype is true and if I promised to do something,I will do it. I am repulsed by the idea of not keeping my promises.

Introverted Feeling: My feelings are deep and strong, and I have trouble understanding and controlling them but I hide it. I internalize everything. I am unable to talk about what I feel,which can be very unhealthy. I am extremely reserved and private. I fiercely protect my thoughts, feelings and private life. I am not very expressive and affectionate. I show my love and affection by doing things. I keep everything to myself and I almost never open up. If I confide to someone, I will only say a little and only talk about the situation, never my feelings themselves. I need time alone everyday to function. I like my space and I respect people’s space. I am not a physical person: physical contacts are rare to nonexistent depending of the person with me, and I always keep some distance between myself and others. I am sensitive and take everything seriously. I try to be more detached without much success.

I also have a romantic and dreamy side that very few people know about. I have a strong moral and ethical code. If I don’t respect my values, I feel extremely sick and guilty. I have quite a black and white vision of the world even if I am aware that grey is the dominant color. I dislike talking about my values but I am ready to defend them. That’s one of the only moments you will see me passionate and fierce. I am very independent and a lone wolf. I never tried to fit in group at school and never felt any desire to do so. I think in term of individual rather than group. I have a strong sense of identity and I will not change to please others (my grandmother asked me many time to be more feminine.I never changed. She also asked to my mother to get me and my sister baptized before herd death, we completely refused.) I have a live and let live attitude unless one of my deepest values is violate. My life is my business and people’s life are their business. Everybody has the right to live his/her life as they want. Besides, you don’t have to judge people. You’re not in their shoes. I am not good when feelings are involved. Consoling someone is hard for me and I suck at giving emotional advice and support. I don’t know how others see me. (I am just sure that I come across as aloof and reserved.)

Extroverted Intuition: On one side,this function makes me prone to catastrophe thinking and panic when things don’t go according to the plan. I am pessimistic and I always think the worst will happen. On the other side,it gives me an intense curiosity. I love analyzing things, try to see beyond the surface and compare what people say to the reality. I have various interest I want to pursue (sociology, psychology, parapsychology, mythology, history, symbolism,
religions, languages, foreign cultures… ).“Why” has been my question since I was little. Ne also helps me to accept change and alter my views on what I want from the future.

anonymous asked:

I just wanted to thank you for the point of this story. I'm going to 25 in August, and I just discovered what I wanted to do in my life. For a while there i was feeling like I had missed my chance because I'm getting older, but this story has given me the courage to go after my dreams. I can never thank you enough for that.

Me at 21: *terrible breakup with person I thought I was going to marry*
Me at 22: *graduates with a degree in something I don’t want to pursue*
Me at 23: *unemployed and alone*
Me at 24: *unemployed, alone, and depressed*
Me at 25: *gets accepted into grad school*
Me at 26: *doing what I love*

If you think this story isn’t partially written from personal experience, I got news for you, fam.

One of the main reasons this blog exists, and why I've gone so far in outting myself is simply because i am attempting to break drug user stereotypes and help people feel more comfortable with their lives. I never expected for this blog to become so popular worldwide, but now that you all have chosen to make it so, i just want you all to know I'm thankful to every fuckin one of you for supporting my crazy ass and i sincerely hope that my unorthodox methods are actually helping some of you besides just providing you with entertainment or someone to fantasize about or make fun of. We live in a fucked up judgemental society and it sucks,but you know what? idgaf about anyone's judgements towards me and never have and this blog is proof and I'm hoping that by putting my life on display like this inspires some of you to live the kind of life that YOU want without giving a shit what anyone thinks too. Im not doing this for praise or anything like that, tbh i only started the original methed up samurai blog as a place to dump my drug pics, but then i saw an opportunity to use this blog to fulfill a need that i see in society. So if you are thankful to me, please, show me your gratitude by freeing yourself from worrying about the opinions of others and start living in a way that's true to yourselves the same way Ive been incriminating the fuck outta myself here to show you that i have been, no matter how different or bizarre you might think it is. That is the best way you can EVER repay me.

Originally posted by methed-up-samurai-is-a-ghost

Iron Kingdom

Anonymous Asked: “A king with an iron grip on his kingdom prompts? Thank you so much!”

1. “I know what is best for my people. They simply don’t know how much I do for them.”

2. “They have no idea how lucky they are. There are far worse kings than myself.”

3. “Send the armies. This uprising must no be tolerated.”

4. “You dare betray me? You know the price for this insolence.” 

5. “I was kind, once. Can you believe that? I tried to give everyone their best chance in life. What did it get me? I nearly lost my kingdom to those madmen. Never again.”

6. “If they wanted food, perhaps they shouldn’t have stolen from me. And for their complaints, they won’t eat tomorrow, either.”

7. “I do what I must to protect them. Those who say otherwise simply don’t understand.”

8. “These people are mine. They are not foolish enough to rebel.” 

9. “My own son? Truly, of all the people I expected to defy me, you were never on the list. Why did you do this? I have no choice but to end you.”

10. “My people love me. And if not, they fear me, and I will settle for that.”

lesty-xx  asked:

Dude my mum's in her late 40's and always wanted to learn guitar, she started lessons last week. Basically, what I'm saying is, no matter where life takes you, what you do or who you will become, you always have the opportunity to follow your dreams. You wanna learn piano? Do it. Because trust me, you're never too old for following your dreams, just ask my mum =D

oh thats so inspiring thank you!!

Saved By The Bell - Mark Andrews

Originally posted by eddydennis

(I have never seen an episode of Saved By The Bell in my life but hey, I’m gonna reference it because I can.)

Requested by Anon

Tags: @rollinsdar @baleesi @glamlover87 @wwesmutdonedirtcheap @blondekel77 @logandemico @shieldgirl95 @imnobodiesbitch @alexahood21 @lilmisscrisis @imaginingwwesuperstars

Every day, Mark would greet me the same way; a kiss on the cheek and a ‘hey there, sunshine!’. We had been best friends for so long and I didn’t want to imagine being without his smile and infectious personality. The only downside to us both being together all of the time was that British Strong Style never seemed to be too far behind and all three of those men wanted to make Mark’s life a living hell.

“Well hello, pet. Where’s Zack Morris today?” Trent laughed as he approached the table where I was sitting at. Naturally, Pete and Tyler were following him.

“Very funny, Seven, I’m splitting at my sides. If you must know, Mark is at the gym so he can be ready for his match tonight. Can I help you boys?” Tyler looked generally uncomfortable, Pete and Trent both had smirks on their faces. Whatever was going to happen couldn’t be good for me or Mark.

“We were just wondering why on Earth you stick by that git. Don’t you want to be surrounded by people who could actually defend you? I mean, come on,” Pete started, reaching out to push a few loose strands of hair behind my ear, “Even Bate could do a better job than he could ever do. There’s a place for you in British Strong Style if you want it.” Trent put his hand on the Bruiserweight’s shoulder and smiled down at me.

“But, of course, we’ll give you time to think about it. See you tonight Y/N. Oh, you are still coming down to the ring with Mark tonight, right?”

Bate gave me one last look before he walked away with his friends. Not even a few minutes later, I felt a familiar sensation on my cheek.

“Hey there, sunshine!” I couldn’t help the smile that appeared. He was just that adorable.

“Hey Mark. How was the gym?” his response was a sound that can only be described as ‘nyegh’. With a grunt, he pressed his head against the table and mumbled at me. He tends to do this when he’s tired, hungry or grumpy, kind of like a giant baby. God, he was adorable…and so, so hot…wait, what?

Okay, yes. I may have had an itty bitty crush on him but I was almost 100% sure that he knew about it and didn’t mind: we had that sort of relationship.

“They called you Zack Morris this time. Does that make me Mario Lopez? I want to be cool, I’m cool.” Raising his head slightly so he could look me in the eyes, Mark shook his head.

“Nah, you’re probably Kelly Kapowski. You’re a complete babe, a sweetheart and any dude would be lucky as hell to have ya’.”

It was always fun to be at ringside with Mark. He’d put his hat on my head and I’d dance around to his theme song. This match, however, was different. Mark was facing Tyler and he had his team mates at ringside too. Mark was hesitant to let me come with him for this one, knowing that Pete was willing to do anything to get to him. No, I hadn’t told him of our exchange earlier in that day but that’s because I couldn’t risk him being worried, taking his focus away from the match. After the bell had been rung, Pete automatically started towards me with a twisted smile on his face.

“C’mon darling, just give it up and join me and the lads. He’s pathetic, a complete loser. He acts like a child, babe.” I started to walk backwards, not wanting Pete to get any closer. Unfortunately, my back hit something - Trent. Great, so I was trapped between two assholes who were determined to get me to turn on my best friend and Mark had noticed, turning his attention, briefly, from the match. This distraction allowed Tyler to hit him with the Tyler Driver 97, pin him and win the match. Mark didn’t seem to care though, sliding out of the ring as soon as possible and diving onto Trent, taking the older man to the ground. That still left me and Pete.

Seconds later, half of the crowd was groaning along with Pete who was on the floor, clutching his ‘pride’. Really, he shouldn’t underestimate me, I know more than I let on.

“Y/N, are you OK? Did either of them touch you? Are you-” Mark had started to babble but I cut him off by reaching up and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“What was that you were saying earlier? About me being Kelly Kapowski?”

“You’re full of surprises.”

“Hey, don’t think that this means you don’t have to take me out on a date. I have standards buddy!”

anonymous asked:

Looks like beardie is already getting her snap spam ready for Chris' birthday. Tragic. Predictable. Desperate.


It’s my new favorite word for her. She can try whatever she wants, but he’ll never spent all the day with her, he’ll make sure to wish an a very happy birthday to his husband.

You know what I hope is that she can have him these two days before Chris’s birthday and he’ll have the actual day all with his love of his life. I have my doubts, but a girl can hope.

anonymous asked:

hello i just followed you and i just wanted to say your art is beautiful.. and id like to ask you if you have any tips or advice to someone who quite literally just started drawing and is complete shit at it ( me )... i hope you reply

well… for starters hiya your wish has been granted im answering lmao

But in seriousness… because I started out so early in my life I never really thought about what steps to take to get to where I am now. For a long time I just drew what I wanted, didn’t have much ambition to do it as a job or really as a passion. I just wanted to do things that I knew nobody else would that were in my interest, and it wasn’t until I was finished high school that I really started to think on it.

I don’t think anybody is “shit at” art. I know a lot of artists say that there’s a starting point, and there is, but they also try really hard to assure everyone that they can get to that level. I’ve had a lot of people come to me telling me that they can’t even draw a stick figure or a circle, both of which I don’t believe and feel like throwing a chair over, but I digress.

If you feel passionate to learn, then learn. I was self taught, I only really ever took aspects from artists I loved and the slow burn to understand anatomy came from a lot of conversations with art friends about ‘does this look good’ and them sketching over what I can fix. That’s how I went from really skinny figures in 2010 to now. Something I think helps is doing 1 sketch per day of anything you want. Start with that for a month, make it your monthly goal to have 30 sketches. Then the next month try two or three sketches a day, maybe play around with color whether it’s digital or traditional. Experiment with how you shape your faces, try new body types and poses, and even if they don’t look good to you now you’ll no doubt look back on it years from now and think “what the heck I do so much better now”. 

Work on it. Steal printing paper from school or your parent’s office, blow twenty dollars on a pencil crayon set you know you’ll never use after the first few weeks and then find years later in the back of your closet and admire the way the black still gives you a sense of deep emotional gothic charm. 

Do what you want, strive to one day be able to draw something that someone else might want to make fanart of.

Don’t give up, because if you give up then what was the point of trying to begin with?

anonymous asked:

I know a lot of people compliment your art but I want to compliment you as a person: you seem really nice and I have never talked to you unless it was anonymous but I hope you have a nice and happy life and that people appreciate you as the person you are and not just for your art (I'm not saying that's what they do, I'm just saying in general) because you seem like a sweet kid so g'bye

thank you sm!! im doing my best haha ;;; hope you have a great life too!! that was such a sweet message 💕

anonymous asked:

I need some advice. I'm head-over-heels for a guy, have been for a year. But he has a girlfriend, and they are incredibly happy together. We have been chatting and I'm just falling more and more. It hurts, but I want him in my life. I'm just so distraught. I want him to be happy with her but I also want him for myself. I'm just so torn and angry with myself over this.

In my opinion the best thing to do would be to phase out of his life if you can. Unrequited love is never fun, and staying close to him will just cause you pain. Especially if he is in a happy committed relationship. I’m just proud of you for acknowledging his relationship and not trying to make a move. :) It may be painful but if you love something, sometimes you have to let it go. (It took me a long time to figure that out)

Anyone, everyone, no one,

People from my past have been coming back into my life, one after another, and its making me think back to what I could have done differently so that they never would have left in the first place. But I’ve realized, and theyve admit, that it wasnt my fault they left. I couldn’t have done anything differently. They were the ones who messed up, and if they had wanted to stay in my life they would have. 

This makes me think about so many other times this has happened in my life. How it probably wasn’t my fault as often as I thought. And I’m glad to have these people back in my life, but even more glad that they left in the first place, because it helped both them and me to mature and better as a person.

So thank you for hurting me,

And thank you for apologising for it.

-A lonely girl glad to have her friends back

After some years of there happy relationship
  • Archie: I don't like my last name, I want to change it
  • Jughead: Ofcourse you can, you can have mine
  • Archie: * Suprised* Yours?
  • Jughead: *Softly while holding Archie's hand* Marry me, Marry me Archie. Marry me and be called Archie Jones. Or be Archie Andrews, or whatever you wish to call yourself, but marry me and stay with me and never leave me, for I cannot bear another day of my life to go that does not have you in it
I just want to say thank you

To everyone here for supporting me as much as you do. In this time of crisis financially for me, I’ve been counting what I DO have to keep my outlook positive, and honestly such supportive, caring followers are something I never take for granted. You guys support my art, my self ship, my hardships, and while that may not seem like much, this blog is one of the few lights I have in my life. Talking to you all and drawing for you keeps me going. Thank you so much for being here. I love you

Originally posted by murdocsbelly

Okay but I really thought Emma and Julian had sex on Malcolm and Annabel’s bed. My first thought was “uh awkward” And then I went back and re-read it from the start - because shit who doesn’t want to read about your two main characters having sex after a life-or-death situation - I realised they had never moved from the wall. Still awkward tho, like your in a house that belonged to a murder

Originally posted by it-started-to-rain

a few days before i was born my dad wrote me three letters, each one to be read in a specific moment of my life. i found out about them many years later and they made me tear up, i was speachless because we’ve never been on good terms and those words were everything i would’ve wanted and needed to hear from him while growing up - and never have. this morning i went downstairs to have breakfast and he greeted me saying that he started writing a book overnight. he asked me to proof read the introduction and i think i’ve never cried this much, not only because for the first time in almost 21 years he’s sharing something with me.. this is what he highlighted on the first page: “to greta. my angel, the one who taught me that empathy and kindness can also mean strenght, the one who taught me to see beauty in life and who constantly inspires me to become a better person”