never knew these things existed

What the signs crave

Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.
Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.
Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.
Cancer: Security. In the depth and curves of Cancer’s love, they crave someone who is unwavering, who will forever hold their hand.
Leo: Passion. Someone whose heart burns as brightly as theirs does, someone whose fierce spirit matches their own, whose kisses are intertwining flames.
Virgo: Understanding. Someone who studies them carefully, who knows that they try their hardest, who loves their quirks and reads their bodies, who makes them feel like their every movement is a blessing.
Libra: Determination. Fearful Libras with fleeting hearts crave someone who will go to the ends of the Earth for them, someone who proves with every smile that they hold unconditional love.
Scorpio: Acceptance. Someone who knows their darkest shadows and brightest lights and loves it all, who never lets them forget that love.
Sagittarius: Freedom. The spirit of Sagittarius is untamed, and never will be; they crave someone who will travel the world with them, who looks at them like they are the universe but will always set them free.
Capricorn: Romance. The misunderstood, intricate heart of Capricorn craves boldness and sweetness, romance and adoration that overwhelms them, makes them feel like they have the world in their hands.
Aquarius: Excitement. Someone who startles them, who takes their hand and leads them to new worlds, who makes them laugh harder than they ever have, whose mind is filled with things they never knew existed.
Pisces: Fascination. Someone who delves into their worlds, who explores them and listens to their soft spoken stories at 3 AM, who theorizes and hypothesizes with them, who never tires of hearing them speak.

Use sun and moon

Sun: I crave…
Moon: I need to feel…

“I’m serious, Yu. You don’t realize how terrifying humans are.”

What The Signs Crave

Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.

Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.

Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.

Keep reading

while it’s still april i wanted to make an autism acceptance post !

this post is a shoutout to every autist with a “weird”, “cringy”, and mostly otherwise unknown special interests – and i mean things that actually arent liked by tons of other people like minecraft and fnaf and undertale

im talking about all of you with special interests that no one’s heard about, that have little to no fan content, that are hard to get other people interested in hearing about let alone invested with you

i see you, i support you, and i think your special interest is wonderful and unique. you arent weird or embarrassing or boring, you are passionate and individual and that’s amazing!!

i encourage us all to celebrate each other’s niche special interests. i absolutely adore having seen all my friends speak so lovingly about their special interests and ive been introduced to so many fantastic new forms of media and information !

because the people around me have had the confidence to share their “strange” special interests ive had the joy to discover so many things ??? i never knew wordgirl existed but now i wish i’d watched PBS more as a kid. i’ve learned more about trains and betta fish than i ever thought i would ever. i’ve never thought more about the pixar cars movie, pinky and the brain, and snagglepuss in my whole life and i LOVE IT

ive heard great music, movies, art, and facts all over from the autistic people i follow all about their special interests that to most would be anything but special. i love seeing all of your care and passion and i hope that i never see that end.

everyone is encouraged to reblog this !!

What the signs crave

Aries: Captivation. Someone who not only captures but holds their flickering flames of interest, someone they can’t look away from if they tried, who melts their hearts with slow burning lava.
Taurus: Fluidity. In the midst of their sturdy calm, someone who will surprise them and move them, who pushes them to their limits, who is exasperating and irresistible.
Gemini: Adoration. Someone who loves the quickness of their minds, who thinks they are the world’s most beautiful puzzle, who touches them like they are a map they will never quite completely understand.
Cancer: Security. In the depth and curves of Cancer’s love, they crave someone who is unwavering, who will forever hold their hand.
Leo: Passion. Someone whose heart burns as brightly as theirs does, someone whose fierce spirit matches their own, whose kisses are intertwining flames.
Virgo: Understanding. Someone who studies them carefully, who knows that they try their hardest, who loves their quirks and reads their bodies, who makes them feel like their every movement is a blessing.
Libra: Determination. Fearful Libras with fleeting hearts crave someone who will go to the ends of the Earth for them, someone who proves with every smile that they hold unconditional love.
Scorpio: Acceptance. Someone who knows their darkest shadows and brightest lights and loves it all, who never lets them forget that love.
Sagittarius: Freedom. The spirit of Sagittarius is untamed, and never will be; they crave someone who will travel the world with them, who looks at them like they are the universe but will always set them free.
Capricorn: Romance. The misunderstood, intricate heart of Capricorn craves boldness and sweetness, romance and adoration that overwhelms them, makes them feel like they have the world in their hands.
Aquarius: Excitement. Someone who startles them, who takes their hand and leads them to new worlds, who makes them laugh harder than they ever have, whose mind is filled with things they never knew existed.
Pisces: Fascination. Someone who delves into their worlds, who explores them and listens to their soft spoken stories at 3 AM, who theorizes and hypothesizes with them, who never tires of hearing them speak.

altean!lance/princess diaries/canon divergence au where lance is discovered to have altean genes after getting into a tiff with the druids

at first he’s a little shocked at the white/silver hair and sudden markings but he takes it surprisingly well and thinks it makes him look rather dashing not to mention it’s a great way to have something in common worth allura

but allura is way too excited because she and coran aren’t the only alteans in the universe anymore and maybe this means there might be others who’s genes are deeply buried like lance

she decides that she will give lance the title of prince (pidge: oh god he’s gonna be insufferable now) and train him as a diplomat when visiting would-be allies and what better way for the planets to trust team voltron if they see that not only are the alteans alive but one of them is a royal AND a paladin and just allura gets straight to work

at first lance loves it bc he gets personal attention from allura but the more they work together the more he starts to get bored and frustrated and slightly overwhelmed by all the etiquette lessons and history lessons and communication trainings all that on top of regular paladin training and lance starts to feel a cold sweat whenever he hears the princess call out his name

he does his best to hide somewhere in the castle away from bossy princesses and no nonsense captains who doesn’t think lance should cut back on combat practice and just breathe

and don’t get him wrong, learning to be diplomat is kind of fun because he’s learning and cultures he probably would have never even knew existed but the whole prince thing was staying to get to him

he starts to think what if he isn’t worthy of holding that title? he’s just a boy from cuba who just so happened to have an altean ancestor somewhere in his lineage and he starts to spiral from the stress

and that’s where Keith find him, in a dark corner of the castle, a grand room that looks like it hasn’t been used even before the altean war

he carefully sits down next to lance and lance doesn’t even care, he’s too busy moping

and Keith tries to joke around with him, get him out of his funk but lance ain’t having it, curls further into his little ball

Keith looks around, desperate to try to help bc well, the guy looks like he needs a break, even he can see lance was getting overworked. which is when he sees something vaguely familiar. a box with speaker like mechanisms set up beside it. he pushes a button and suddenly the lights turn on and strange, instrumental music starts to play

lance groans a little, already thinking of allura trying to show him altean dances and he sees himself messing up badly and having to practice for hours veggie allura was satisfied. he was exhausted just thinning about it.

keith rolled his eyes and held out his hand, telling him he’d show him some ballroom steps

lance really wants to ask but decides not to look a gift in the horse’s mouth and let him be led

keith tells him to relax and not to look down at his feet since it’s considered rude, lance blushes and tells him fine but don’t get mad if keiths feet turn black and blue in the morning

they’re forced to look into each others eyes and just….try to keep their racing hearts quiet which is why keith asks leave why he thinks he’d be bad at dancing

lance shrugs and his gaze tapers off to the side, which keith totally regrets now, and tells him honestly he feels like he’s done nothing but mess up in all of the prince lessons and nothing seems to make princess allura happy and he can’t help but think maybe he shouldn’t take this title after all. just because he’s part altean, doesn’t mean he can be a prince

and that’s when keith stops moving and forces lance to look at him and say “listen. you’re right, sometimes you mess up but you always give it 110% and when you focus you can become an expert at anything. you’re great at making people trust you because of your own trusting nature. you keep calm in difficult situations and would never leave a fellow team mate behind. you’re a quick thinker, adaptable, charming. lance, you’re not a prince because you’re part altean. you’re a prince because….you’re lance.”

and then lance kisses him and they tell allura to stop trying to be so formal and perfect and try creating new traditions and keith becomes the first part galra prince since he marries prince lance and they live happily ever after the end

Second Chance II

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

Pairing: Shawn x Reader x Cody x Jessica (Shawn’s wife)

Request: part 2!!!

Note: K so I usually make ya’ll wait a long time for a sequel of something but I thought I’d be nice and post it earlier than I usually would, major cliffhanger please dont kill me 


“Y/N, the day I met you two years ago, you were this beautiful girl with a broken heart. I honestly never thought someone so beautiful could exist until I met you and you showed me things I never knew existed- beautiful things! You’ve made my life worth living, and I don’t think I can ever repay you for that but I will try to for the rest of my life, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?” You stared at the man in front of you, down on one knee asking you the question you never thought someone would ask you in this lifetime. You nodded your head vigorously as he slipped the ring on your trembling finger and got up twirling you around in the air and kissed you.

Keep reading

I Can’t Go On If You’re Not Here

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Jeongguk x Reader

Length: 2k

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3

masterlist 

You have been in love with Jeongguk since freshmen year of college, but you never had the courage to confront him about your feelings. A new girl pushes you to admit to him finally what you both were waiting for. 

You didn’t choose to be friends with Jeongguk, we just became friends. We met when we were young. He was a new freshmen in college and very active. You were the quiet girl who just wanted her degree in business so you could finally escape from my parents who constantly breathed down your neck. You had friends but none of them compared to Jeongguk. You became friends when the teacher had decided to partner you two up for a project.

“Hey, I’m Jeongguk”.

Those words will forever haunt you to the fact that you can never have him. He will always be the boy that you loved so deeply but could never have. Jeongguk was the light of your life, simple enough. He brought you favorite popcorn when you was feeling down, when you was on your periods,he would become the most patient man on earth.

He never complained when you would talk for hours on hours about the cute guys in your accounting class. He would smile at you and pat you on the head and say,

“You’re too good for them anyways. You’re too smart for them, all they understand is how to crunch numbers. You are both naturally blessed with looks and intelligence”

You would always blush at his compliments. People would call him awkward and silent with no emotion. He would compliment you with the straightest face. People didn’t know how to respond to him because they thought he was making fun of them. It was just that Jeongguk meant every word he said. He wanted you to know that he was honest and truthful.

Jeongguk never realized what you had felt for him. It wasn’t his fault. You never confessed to him because you didn’t think it was worth it. You had some boyfriends here and there, but none of them were serious because you were forever waiting on him. He didn’t know, he just thought you didn’t really love anyone of them. It wasn’t until your senior year of college where you finally gathered up the courage to admit to him what you have been feeling for the past four years.

“Hey, where were you at the party?” Jeongguk slid into the seat besides you in the library, He was decked out in his signature black stussy sweatshirt with some skinny jeans that seemed to make him ten times more attractive. He started to stroke your hair. Jeongguk had a thing with hair. Yours was mid length and dyed a soft light brown, you kept it soft for him. Because he liked it.

“I didn’t go. Jongsuk didn’t want to go so I stayed back with him to help him study” You turned towards him, away from your economics textbooks and placed your head in your hands.

“Ah, always helping the new student. You are just too nice Y/N,” Jeongguk quirked his head and smiled at you. He was just too cute. It was the time in between your classes. You were about to graduate, just one more semester to go and you were finally done with the education system.  

“Nah, I’m not nice. I just felt pity for him because he didn’t know what we did in class”

Jeongguk started to pick at your pens and pencils, “You should have gone to the party. It was so much more exciting but some new incoming freshmen came and crashed it. But the best thing about it is I met someone.”

“You met a girl? Who? It’s been a while.”

You tried to mask the look of surprise on your face. Jeongguk hasn’t dated any girls in a while. He had dated a girl named Wendy a while back ago but he broke up with her because he didn’t think they had fit together. Jeongguk was a true romantic, he loved to hold hands and spend hours reading at a cafe with his girlfriend. That’s what you loved about him, he loved the simple things. He had said Wendy was an amazing girl but he just didn’t think they were good together. When he was dating Wendy, you had to deal with in love Jeongguk, he was gone.

When Jeongguk had a new girlfriend, he would disappear from your life. He would put all his attention and love into the new girl and it would be like you never existed.He wasn’t ignoring you on purpose, he just wanted to spend time with girlfriend. This really hurt you. You felt like you were a throwaway, only needed when he was free of a romantic partner. People knew you guys were best friends, they knew that you guys had perfect chemistry. They didn’t understand why Jeongguk didn’t make a move. Many guys have tried but you wanted to wait for him. You had boyfriends but they never made it to your heart. You dabbled in romance when Jeongguk had a new girlfriend. You felt lonely and wanted some attention, the attention that Jeongguk was not giving you.

Jeongguk had a little smile on his face and he shyly looked down, “She’s a sophomore. She loves to dance and she’s really talented at the violin. I met her at the party and we just hit it off. I think I really like her. I know we just met but I feel like we connect so well.” He had the starry look in his eyes, the kind he gets when he talks about Overwatch and Justin Bieber.

You stopped fiddling with your pen and looked at him, “Wow, I guess it’s time for you to move onto the next girl. What happened to your promise of waiting till you graduated?” You tried to mask the hurt in your voice. Jeongguk had a real chance of falling in love with someone that wasn’t you.

“I was, but man Jennie is a work of art. I never met anyone like her, she brings out sides of me that I never knew existed. We had talked about random things but it was the most interesting conversation I ever had. She’s so beautiful,”Jeongguk swiveled in his chair, his body opposite of what it should have been if he was sitting. He leaned back against the desk, and brushed his hand through his hair. His hair was a startling black color. He never dyed it because he thought that it would make him seem more like a girl.

You knew who Jennie was. She was a transfer student from Gwangju. You guys had some mutual friends, you never formally met her. It was an understatement to say that she was an amazing and one of a kind. Jennie made guy friends after guy friends, she never dated anyone since she had transferred this year. She was an up and coming dancer in our dance team. Hoseok, the dance captain and your closest friend after Jeongguk and Jisoo, had complimented her on her fluidity and techniques.  He had also said that she was pretty but not his type. Hoseok had a specific type, he liked the smart and caring ones. It wasn’t that Jennie wasn’t smart or caring, it was because he thought that Jennie was a little superficial. Apparently Jeongguk didn’t think the same.

“Oh. Good for you” You didn’t know what to say. Your heart was slowly tearing at itself. Why couldn’t Jeongguk look at you and think of you like he did with Jennie? What made you so unappealing to him. You guys have been friends for four years, and never did he once show a sign that he was attractive to you in the point of more than friends. You would flirt with him but he would just smile at you and go back to what he was doing. It wasn’t like you didn’t try. You didn’t know how to approach him with the topic that you wanted to be more than friends.

Jeongguk turned his head towards you, “It isn’t great? I’m taking her out on a date later. I need advice on what to wear. So get out of the library and let’s get back to the apartment and plan what to wear.” It was also quaint that you guys were roommates because you wanted to get out of the dorms and finally get a place of your own but you were too poor to afford it yourself.

You found yourself being dragged out of the library, his hands linked in between yours, with your things haphazardly shoved into your open tote bag and onto the streets. Jeongguk happily took the lead to the short walk to your apartment complex. He seemed to be bouncing on the soles of his feet. His hands still linked with yours. It was normal for you two to hold hands. He had started this habit because you always got lost in crowds when you guys hit Myeongdong for shopping. You felt like he does it now because he liked to torture you with a little sliver of a romantic relationship with him.

“Hurry up, the date starts in an hour”, Jeongguk basically shoved you up the stairs in barely contained excitement and into his room. You didn’t want to help him with his date. In fact you wanted to give him a reason to cancel the date, you. But he would never do that because he didn’t like you. You had to be his friend and just his friend.

He started to pilfer through his closest that was ironically filled with white t shirts.

“I guess I would go with casual but a little dressed up,” you pushed him aside because he was actually hopeless. Your chest hurt every time you touched the clothes hangers that held his clothes. You chose a white button down with a mandarin collar with some jeans. He would look great. This was going to be a long night of you eating ice cream and watching some movies to pass the empty time. Why does Jennie have to exist?

“You are the Sun to my Earth. Thank you so much. This is why I still need my mother and you, of course.” Jeongguk quickly grabbed his clothes and rushed into the conjoining bathroom.

You plop down on his bed. His room wasn’t especially big but it wasn’t small. You had an identical room, with connected bathrooms. You looked up onto the ceiling and saw stars. Jeongguk always love what stars represented. To him, stars represented hope and ambition. He saw them as the push to his success.

Jeongguk slammed the door open, all dressed in his outfit ready for his date, “Is this alright?” as he fixed his collar. He looked so handsome and so Jennie’s.

You motioned for him to come over to the bed and you sat up. He stood right in front of you, still fixing his clothes. You laughed at him, he had skipped a button,

“Aish you dummy, you missed a button, no one it looks weird,” You went in to fix it, your nimble fingers skipped over the soft material. It would be so nice to just push him onto the bed and snuggle. He stared down at you as you slowly fixed his error. You looked up at him, into his starry eyes. He sent you a smile and continued to stare.

The tension in the room began to heat up. Your eyes seem to drill holes in one others. Your fingers stopped it’s administrations. You opened your mouth to say something.  

Four Years After ~ Chapter Three

Not requested

Genre: Angst // Romance

Member: Park Chanyeol

Summary: (of this series) Four years after your breakup with Chanyeol, you are forced into collaborating with him on a song for publicity. From fan signings together, to song-writing together, you both eventually have to sing together in public. But what happens along the way of this song-making process between two exes?

Summary: (of this chapter) Okay. It’s been forever since chapter two. But chapter three is here now! Chanyeol does some questionable actions and says some questionable statements.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter four}



He looks into your eyes again and you can see something shift in the way he looks at you.

It’s not love.

It’s not regret.

It’s not hatred.

It’s longing.

“Since the song is practically based on us…” he says. “And you want a merry ending. Let’s have a merry ending.”

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, curious.

If you weren’t sitting so close to him, you wouldn’t hear what he says next.

“Let’s continue our love story then. And let’s end it with something happy. Me and you.”


What kind of shit just came out of his mouth?

Why did Chanyeol just say he wanted to continue his love story with you?

And what was the point of saying that?

Because if he knew you, he’d definitely know that you would say no, especially by the way you’re looking at him right now.

Keep reading

Growth is such a strange process. You lose things that you thought you’d be broken without, watch them drift away without regret and actually feel lighter and clearer for it, all while gaining things you never knew existed, watching the invisible, the unimaginable, become a concrete and tangible part of your being.

youtube

So the guy who wrote the song from Portal’s end credits did a version with Sara Quin on vocals, apparently back in 2011, and I somehow never knew it existed. Obviously it’s pretty much my favorite thing ever.

Short Story.. Trigger Warning

You know how adults always warn you to watch what you say because you might hurt someone. Not only are they right, but those word can leave scars. Of course not physical scars, like the ones we see on someone’s wrists. Mental scars, ones that you can hide with a smile. I never knew these things existed until after I was in a car accident. 
It started when I was peer pressured into drinking a few beers at a graduation party. Ok, mayne a lot more than a few but still. Anyways, all of my senior friends were going off to college and I was the only sophomore male to be invited. Everyone was drinking. Jumping into the pool fully clothed. People kept bumping into me and offering me drinks that people already drank out of. I was sick and tired of being the only sober one so I started to drink. And I just kept on drinking.
Most of the details after that are pretty nebulous, even to this day. I remember getting in the car with some seniors who had offered to drive me home. That they had a few shots and had lost count of how many beers they chugged. The music in the car was too loud to hear the car in front of us wail on their horn. 
A few weeks later I woke up from a coma. I couldn’t open my eyes. I overheard the nurses talking about my injuries. I had severe internal bleeding and my femur was broken in two different spots. I had a metal shard in my forehead for two days before the doctors could find a safe way to remove it. The doctors weren’t sure if I would wake up to be the same person. They weren’t even sure if I would live. People with these kinds of injuries usually never recover.
I could feel someone’s hand grasping mine. It was a familiar hand, someone who I knew. I tried to speak but the tube in my throat prevented me from doing so. I felt them move, probably sitting up.
“Shh. Don’t try to talk. I am here.”
I felt myself relax. Tobias. He is actually here, I thought. I squeezed his hand, reassuring him and myself that we were both here. Together.
Tobias was the only family I had left. My parents died when I was young. I never got to know any of my foster parents, because I was in and out of their homes. I was a problem kid until he changed my life. He is my life.

After 2 weeks, I was finally able to open my eyes. I was expecting to see Tobias, but I saw something else in his place. It vaguely resembled a zombie. There were pieces of rotten flesh falling off of him and places that you could see through the body. There were also huge scars that probably took years to heal. The monitors picked up on my anxiety and the beeps increased in tempo. 
“Honey,” Said the figure that I was staring at. “Marcus. It’s me, your boyfriend. Tobias. Remember?”
I closed my eyes again and felt his hand on mine. It was the same one from two days ago. I open my eyes and see a mangled hand holding mine. I yell for the nurse and see a huge line form on his body. It was as if I had just taken a sword and sliced through it’s chest. 
The nurse was no different, zombie-like with open wounds and scars. I didn’t understand what was happening. My heart was pounding against my ribcage and I was hyperventilating. The nurse stuck a needle into my arm that was full of sedatives. The last thing I saw was the zombie Tobias holding me and trying to calm me down, like the real Tobias would. 

Next thing I know, I am in the psych ward. Yesterday, I told Tobias I didn’t see him the way I used to. He must have brought it up to my doctor. He was the only visitor I allowed in my room, because he was the only one that I knew wasn’t really one of the beasts that I was seeing. 
While I was in my hospital room, I saw people get hurt in the same way that I hurt Tobias multiple times. It wasn’t all gore though. I saw people healing too. Whether it be the nurse complementing the doctor; or a sick mother getting to see her kid for the first time in six years. Although some wounds were too deep to be fully healed, but others only left a white mark on the skin.
The doctors in psych gave me some medications, but those aren’t helping. I still see the mangled bodies that are supposed to be normal people. I have somewhat gotten used to seeing them this way, but it is still scary meeting a new person and not knowing if they really look like the way I see them or not. 
Tobias comes to see me once a week. It makes me feel safe when he’s around because I know with 100% certainty that he doesn’t really look like the person I see. We play chess and sometimes he brings in his guitar to play for me. The songs he plays always mesmerize me. 

I started lying to my doctors about what I see. They think the medication that they prescribed started to fix my mental state. In reality, I still see the bleeding and healing zombies. I have learned to ignore it and I apparently lie very well. 
Tobias started visiting more often after I started lying. I don't think he wants me to see the scars that he has tried so hard to hide from me.
There is talk about my release around the ward. I hope it is soon. I can’t wait to go home and be with Tobias alone. We haven’t been alone in forever. There are so many things I want to tell him. So many things I want to say I am sorry for. 
Today, Tobias gets to stay most of the day. It’s a family day here at the ward which means the patients get to spend a whole day with their family. I had to explain my situation to get the personnel to even let him on the list. 
He brought his guitar and tried to teach me a few chords. He got a little frustrated at me and decided we should do something else. I suggested that we should go out to the yard and watch clouds fly by. He smiled and pulled me towards the door. 

I was finally allowed home. I have to take an assortment of medication but I am finally home with Tobias. 
It has been 6 months since I have set foot in my own house. It looks the same except something seems off. Tobias has what could be described as a grin on his face. It is just so suspicious. I walk into the bedroom and I am greeted by a small, calico kitten meowing at me. It is the only thing I have seen in a long time that wasn’t mangled or had any resemblance to a zombie. 
I dropped to my knees and grabbed the precious little thing and started to cry. Tobias started to get concerned and I told him they were tears of joy. I couldn’t believe that he had gotten me a kitten.
“Her name is Luchadora.” Tobias said while petting the kitten in my arms.
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“Fighter.”

That night I could finally see myself in a mirror. I hadn’t seen myself since before the accident. They didn’t have any at the ward because a few years back a guy broke one and slit his wrists trying to kill himself, making the administration take away all the mirrors and replacing metal silverware, glasses and ceramic dishes with plastic. 
What I saw in the mirror wasn’t what I remembered. I barely had any untouched skin. Most of the wounds were open. Very few were scars. I stared at myself for what seemed like an eternity, memorizing every wound. 
I saw Tobias in the mirror before he hugged me from behind. He kissed my neck and said that I needed to stop admiring myself so he can. I turned around and kissed him on the cheek. I told him I needed some sleep in my own bed. He said that he would join me later. 
I curled up under the covers. They smelled like Tobias. Luchadora joined me and feel right asleep. I admired how innocent she was. How untouched she was.

After a few years of seeing people as mangled bodies, I figured out why I could see scars that no one else can see. They are the emotional ones, the ones that we hide from the outside world. I have started to watch what I say. I have been trying to make people’s day better, not worse. Luchadora has a few scars on her now but I make sure that she doesn’t get anymore. Tobias and I adopted a beautiful Native American baby girl a few days after my 27th birthday. She was just as pure as Luchadora when we first got her.


Dear Charlie,

What they tell you is that life gets better eventually. It does indeed. But what they don’t ever tell you is what happens afterwards.
Getting to a point of loving yourself is amazing. When you have always been a attention seeker you loose part of your identity together with your self hatred. Hating yourself for being boring and for loving yourself is a real thing which I never knew existed.
It is weird when you become stronger and stronger until someday the pain doesn’t hurt you anymore and then you eventually forget what crying feels like. The worst part is that I didn’t only loose the depth of negative emotions, I have also started thinking about my friends in a calculating way more than a loving.
I don’t even know if I really did get better. I guess I did because I’ve stopped crying and I never feel the urge to kill myself anymore, but I’ve also lost myself again.
Maybe I’ll figure it out someday.

Love Always,
Alex

Yugi’s been thinking that maybe he’s a fool.

It would not be the first time; Yugi has lived his life with a free positivity, a sincere hopefulness, ever since he can remember. He’s been foolish before, so it stands with reason that he’s also been hurt before.

And it was now, in the aftermath of Atem returning to where he belonged, as Yugi nursed his hurting heart, that he realizes the things he never completely noticed before. Knew they existed, but never fully focused.

Like how Anzu dances delicately. It’s not that she dances like she doesn’t mean it or that she’s bored, it’s that she dances like she’s cutting paper. She dances preciously - not precisely or exact, but like each movement of her limbs is meaningful and significant. And as Yugi remembers the times where he’d watched her dance over the years, he notices that she’s always done that. It was the one main, consistent thing about her routines. Intricate, serious footwork that betray every emotion running through her head. Though her jumps are a mess, even when she sticks them, he knows it’s because her body can’t show emotion in a jump as she does with her footwork, she can’t quite sell the feeling the same way when she’s not at home in a jump.

And, somehow, Yugi can’t help the uncomfortable desire to be with her and help her build something beautiful. He sees something in Anzu that he can’t explain, but knows the feeling regardless. He’s always seen it, he always will. And he doesn’t understand how some other people don’t see it, too - how they aren’t as captured by her as he is. Yugi wants to make them see. He wants Anzu to stun the world.

But Yugi knows he is foolish. If Anzu had ever wanted something more from him, she would’ve addressed it by now - said something or sent some kind of message. Maybe she thought Yugi wasn’t interested, with everything that had happened since he’d solved the Puzzle. Maybe she thought Yugi was too interested and she wanted something more challenging. Maybe Anzu simply knows how he feels and just doesn’t reciprocate. Yes, Yugi has been foolish before, and he would be foolish again and again in his life; wanting more when there was nothing there.

Yugi’s too easygoing with his heart, and it’s hurt him other times than this. So, he tries a compromise: he tells himself that, this time, it hurts less.

Yugi tells himself that this hurts less, but it hurts more.

This is me writing this whatever prose for you. This is me writing again to let you know how much I love you;how much I’m in love with your soul. This is me expressing every words that I would possibly utter just to tell you how much I’m smitten by you. You opened my eyes to things that I never knew existed. So now, I am writing this shitty prose to tell you that I will love you through it; to tell you that I am ready to face the darkness once again so I could light one for you. I can be your non-oral happy pill and your non-injectable tranquilizers. I am up to kill the pessimism that is trying to eat you up. I will be the helium that would fly you to sky and let you see beauty. I can be everything you want me to be just name it. So hush now baby, because I am here,we are here to make you feel that you are loved, to make you feel that you deserve to fight for. Je t'aimerai toujours

thepossessedwingedpuffball  asked:

I know that I have nothing to do with that milkwalker thing, but really I NEVER KNEW THAT EXIST UNTIL NOW AND THAT IT IS ON A MILK CARTON I NOW WONDER IF I HAVE LIVE MY LIFE WRONG BECAUSE WHY DON'T I KNOW THIS UNTIL NOW

IT’S AN OBSCURE MEME THAT I FORGOT ABOUT UNTIL EXPLORING THE DEEPEST DEPTHS OF MY CAMERA ROLL AT MIDNIGHT ON DISCORD