nothing in the world but youth

I wish the world wasn’t so cruel and heartless. I wish not giving a fuck didn’t become a world wide trend. I wish people spoke with kindness and knew what it meant to be genuine. I wish social media didn’t take so many lives and ruin so much confidence. I wish money didn’t feed the rich and I wish the poor had a voice somebody cared about. I wish the world would wake up and do something about racism rather than speak on trending topics they know nothing about. I wish knowledge was as popular as followers. I wish Tupac was still alive, to inspire the ghettos’ I wish Martin was here to motivate the youth. I wish things were so different that I’m so consumed in my world wind of “what if’s”.

We spent every day doing nothing, talking about nothing and everything, all the things we didn’t understand, all the things we never would. We woke up every morning with nothing to do, and didn’t sleep till the sun was rising again. We watched our youthful innocence melt away in the summer heat, rising from the ground in shimmering waves. We kissed goodbye to world we knew, and turned to the one we had yet to explore.

I will never regret a moment of that summer we wasted away together. We ended in dust as the leaves fell from the trees, but you taught me how it feels to love and be loved, and I will never stop being grateful to you for that.
—  EMJ // Under Midnight Suns And Satellites

In contribution to the third day of Shimadacest Week:

Love Found

A Playlist of Genji’s unspoken thoughts.


  1. Ta-Ku - Down For you Genji falls in love with Hanzo
  2. Jaymes Young - Habits of my Heart Genji will always remember the feeling of Hanzo’s skin on his own
  3. Troye Sivan - Heaven Genji would give up the world for him
  4. Of Monsters and Men - Black Water He has been betrayed. Genji has nothing more to lose. He wishes the worst for Hanzo
  5. Daughter - Youth The fires of his wrath has faded, leaving him empty
  6. The National - Exile Villify He rids himself of all negative feelings.
  7. Marble Sounds - Time to Sleep He can only hope that Hanzo will find his peace. But Genji will do what he can
  8. The Paper Kites - Bloom Genji wishes to start again, to be close with Hanzo again.

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Kylo Ren is someone who is broken. There’s nothing more powerful than genetics. If you really think the stakes of him in his youth having all those powers and having your parents be absent during that process, with their own agendas equally as selfish. He’s lost in the world that he was raised in and feels that he was abandoned by the people he’s closest with. He’s angry because of that and he has a huge grudge on his shoulders. Adam Driver



[Gramma Tala:]
I know a girl from an island
She stands apart from the crowd
She loves the sea and her people
She makes her whole family proud
Sometimes the world seems against you
The journey may leave a scar
But scars can heal and reveal just
Where you are

The people you love will change you
The things you have learned will guide you
And nothing on earth can silence
The quiet voice still inside you
And when that voice starts to whisper
Moana you’ve come so far
Moana listen
Do you know who you are?

Who am I?
I am a girl who loves my island
I’m the girl who loves the sea
It calls me
I am the daughter of the village chief
We are descended from voyagers
Who found their way across the world
They call me
I’ve delivered us to where we are
I have journeyed farther
I am everything I’ve learned and more
Still it calls me
And the call isn’t out there at all, it’s inside me
It’s like the tide; always falling and rising
I will carry you here in my heart you’ll remind me
That come what may
I know the way
I am Moana!

In honor of Thanksgiving in the colonies,

Let’s all revisit Lily Evans’ supreme dislike of cranberry sauce.

“James,” his father said, smiling fondly at him. “Perhaps you might pass Lily the cranberry sauce?”

“She doesn’t like cranberries,” Potter replied indifferently, and she turned to face him in surprise. “What?” he asked, shrugging. “You don’t.”

She did not. However, she certainly was not about to let Potter think he knew her.

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  • Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
  • Men were deceivers ever.
  • How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?
  • He hath done good service in these wars.
  • And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord?
  • A lord to a lord, a man to a man; stuffed with all honourable virtues.
  • He hath every month a new sworn brother.
  • He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.
  • I see, lady, the gentleman is not in your books.
  • If he were [in my books] I would burn my library.
  • Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.
  • I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.
  • I do love nothing in the world so well as you - is not that strange?
  • Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps.
  • He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man. He that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him.
  • When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
  • For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
  • There was a star danced, and under that was I born.  
  • I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.
  • Why, what’s the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?
  • Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
  • Peace; I will stop your mouth.
  • What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?
  • I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
  • When you depart from me sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.
  • Against my will I am sent to bid you come into dinner.
  • I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy eyes.
  • How much better is it to weep at joy than to joy at weeping!
  • Speak low, if you speak love.
  • Silence is the perfectest herald of joy: I were but little happy, if I could say how much.

There’s nothing more powerful than genetics. If you really imagine the stakes of him in his youth having all these special powers and having your parents be absent during that process, with their own agendas, equally as selfish. He’s lost in the world that he was raised in and feels that he was abandoned by the people that he’s closest with. He’s angry because of that, I think. And he has a huge grudge on his shoulders.

Adam Driver about Kylo Ren 

BTS video edits;

[Full Masterlist]


I Need U Prologue On The Wall

Lost Boys

Nothing Like BTS


Dope v.2

Standing with an A.R.M.Y


Call Them Devils

Their Story

Rap Monster

Only Fools Fall For Namjoon 

Stand By Namjoon


Only With V… I Fall Like This

Beautiful Vndone



Jimin Got A Big Booty

Be Together

Oh, Lover


Alarms Go Off When Hobi Enters The Building

I Want U



Save The World, Yoongi

Yoongi Wants To Rule The World

Yoongi Can’t Sleep Alone


Feels Like Home


Troublesome Youth


// Memory Lane

Beaches with Jimin

Libraries with Namjoon

Stargazing with Yoongi

Dating Hoseok

Theme Park with Jungkook

Travelling with Namjoon

There is nothing more beneficial or more valuable in the whole wide world than studying and reciting the Qurʾān to strengthen marital bonds, and to nurture children, and to guide the youth. Truly, the home where the Qurʾān is studied and recited is a home where the devil will never dwell in
—  Dr. Farīd al-Anṣārī, in his book ‘Majālis al-Qurʾān’. 
More on the Qurʾānic Reflections website:

For the love of the jersey, Lionel Messi chose the Argentina national team. If he had buckled under pressure and chose Spain, he would have already been a World Champion.

For the love of the jersey, he left Barça’s youth training ground La Masia for Argentina’s Ezeiza youth team, even though he knew nothing about the city.

For the love of the jersey, he chose to compete in the 2005 South American U20 Championship in Colombia and the FIFA World Youth Championship in the Netherlands, and won us our fifth World Champions title.

For the love of the jersey, when Pekerman had benched him for the crucial match against Germany in the 2006 World Cup, he behaved like a complete gentleman, even though the whole world was looking forward to his performance.

For the love of the jersey, he got along well with Riquelme during Alfio Basile’s time in charge.

For the love of the jersey, he went against Barcelona and his coach Guardiola*, attending the 2008 Beijing Olympics and eventually winning the gold medal.

For the love of the jersey, whenever the Argentina national team calls him up, he goes no matter what.

For the love of the jersey, he flew miles to Qatar, Saudi Arabia, India, Bangladesh, Australia, Japan, Russia, Guatemala and Costa Rica, playing friendly after friendly for the national team.

For the love of the jersey, he travelled all over Europe and America during international friendlies.

For the love of the jersey, he travelled to and from South America 36 times in between hectic Champions League schedules, just for the qualifiers.

For the love of the jersey, he covered 468,000 kilometres for a chance to win the recent 3 World Cups with his national team.

For the love of the jersey, he chose to stay when Maradona coached the national team, although many others made the easiest choice of rejection.

For the love of the jersey, he obediently sat on the bench despite being the recipient of the FIFA Golden Ball, because in the eyes of Maradona, Argentina was “Mascherano and ten others”.

For the love of the jersey, he swallowed the pain of not being acknowledged in his homeland.

For the love of the jersey, he bore all the criticism that he was cold-blooded.

For the love of the jersey, when he was harshly criticised for not singing the national anthem, he grew stronger.

For the love of the jersey, he calmly faced the truth: Carlos Tevez was a national icon in the eyes of Argentines, but he, the world’s best player, was embroiled in controversy.

For the love of the jersey, he was kept in the national team by Maradona and attended the World Cup in South Africa, even though after the Munich friendly, he had thought of leaving.

For the love of the jersey, he endured the coach comparing him to Gutiérrez.

For the love of the jersey, he was always politically correct, and would rather remain silent a thousand times than get into a scandal.

For the love of the jersey, because of his desire to become world champion, he did not mind that Maradona was the protagonist on Mandela’s soil, with all the spotlights on him.

For the love of the jersey, after the humiliation of the 2011 Copa America in Argentina, he still chose the blue and white stripes.

For the love of the jersey, in the face of adversity, he received the captain’s armband from Alejandro Sabella with determination.

For the love of the jersey, he finally became a prolific goalscorer for the national team, breaking records along with it.

For the love of the jersey, he turned whistles into applause, metamorphosing into a global idol.

For the love of the jersey, he desperately wants to win a World Cup, becoming a worthy prophet on his soil.

For the love of the jersey, in the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, he will work hard, shedding every last drop of sweat.


translated from Messi por amor a la camiseta by Juan Carlos Pasman 

*t/n: Guardiola actually helped to convince Barça to let Messi go to the Olympics

Here is my response essay as it’s own text post: 

I want to educate the curious youth.


It literally created worlds upon worlds out of nothing at all. Not out of desperation or insanity, but out of inspiration and motivation. Yeah, The Lorax by itself wasn’t spectacular, but it launched a creativity storm like never before seen. It was ground breaking, because it was constantly evolving and generating it’s own original content. There will never to a fandom that had the same fast-paced level of brand new ideas. It was inspired by the once-ler, a likable anti-hero with flaws, charm, and complex problems.

Why was there a fandom? The once-ler was easy to root for. Fans wanted more for him and from him. He had no friends, no love interest, and then he spent 60 years alone and dying. The once-ler was a character designed to be easily sympathized with. People latched on to him, and created content to supplement the desire to heal the hole in their hearts. In the film, you watch a dork turn into a greedy trash man, then turn into a sad disaster. Three stages of human development fans feast on. People liked him.

Once-ler fandom timeline simplified: Started with the once-ler, went to two once-lers, moved on to +5,000 once-ler inspired ocs. Then there were different versions of the same ocs, different aus, different ages, ALL ORIGINAL roleplaying open to everyone and anyone. There was even a fandom newsletter to keep up with it. This was freshly published creative content that never stopped moving for a solid two years. And still roams today in 2015. Because the constant evolution was strong and so built up.

People took aspects of the once-ler, and made intricate branches of something infinity better than The Lorax movie. Anyone could participate. Anyone could interact with the public story lines. Imagine being able to step into your favorite tv series, talk to the characters, and write it with everyone at once. Imagine being able to draw the panels of your fav webcomic with every artist all at the same time. The once-ler fandom was like that. It wasn’t just art. I wasn’t just fics. It wasn’t just videos. It was all woven together. It wasn’t out of control, it was unique and pushed the bonds of creativity. Incredible.

The once-ler fandom was intense, because it became something never before seen. There will never be a platform quite like it again.

the signs captured as feelings

aries ☆ the childish surge of anticipation you get when starting a new book/game. ready for adventure. you know you’ve already fallen in love with the characters, even if you haven’t met them yet. you always do.

taurus ☆ the warmth of your bed on a lazy sunday morning. light gracefully spills from your window onto your skin. the scent of coffee drifts through your room. enjoying the simple pleasures in life.

gemini ☆ the anticipation and excitement of traveling. giddily bouncing around the room while packing. going on a roadtrip with your best friends. the wind running through your hair as your favorite song plays. the essence of youth.

cancer ☆ being with those you care about. the sense of security you get lying beside a loved one. having a place you’re proud to call home. inside, it’s warm, and nothing else matters.

leo ☆ drifting to sleep in the afternoon. the warm sun kisses you all over. you lazily stretch out your limbs without a care in the world. despite your hectic life, time slows just for you. 

virgo ☆ the simple delight in accomplishing everything on your checklist. instantly lighting up at the mention of your passions. the comfort in knowing that you’re growing. slowly, but surely.

libra ☆ the giddiness of young love. dressing up for a first date. singing and dancing to your favorite song as you ready for the day. feeling good about yourself, ready to take on the world.

scorpio ☆ the flux of emotion you get thinking about your crush late at night. alone with your thoughts, your hair tangles from restless hours. you’re consumed by love to the point of obsession - it’s scary, but nothing’s ever felt so right.

sagittarius ☆ triumphantly standing atop a mountain after a long hike. adrenaline surges through your body as the wind roars behind you. the feeling that you can do anything in the world.

capricorn ☆ lying in bed, sleepily recounting the events of earlier that day. feeling content in your accomplishments and excited for what the next day will bring. drifting to sleep with a smile, knowing that you’ve come so far. 

aquarius ☆ the alienated feeling you get at night when a once lively and animated household is cold and asleep. a pang of loneliness in the world even though you’re surrounded by others. lying next to your best friend, naming the constellations. time stops, and everything feels so right.

pisces ☆ a random spark of creativity at 4am. your mind floods with countless ideas you want to share, stories you want to tell. an insatiable thirst to create you don’t dare to ignore, despite how your body aches with tire.

  • <p> <b>What she says:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>What she means:</b> Since the god tier kids can't die are they blessed with eternal youth or do they age? Does Kanaya have a wife who eternally looks 13 years old? Will they never go through full puberty? Will they have to watch as their troll loved ones die? Are they going to watch their world go through generations and empires (will they intervene or let their people have the freedom to choose?) Like it was nothing. How many kids and friends will they have to watch grow up and die? How long before they become the husk of who they once where? If they age do they stop at some point or do the keep growing more frail and skeletal over the course of millennia? Do they watch the universe they made die while being incapable of being able to do it themselves? Will their universe have its own sburb session and what happens when a god is among a sburb universe?<p/></p>
There’s something amazing about this life. The very same worldly attribute that causes us pain is also what gives us relief: Nothing here lasts. What does that mean? It means that the breathtakingly beautiful rose in my vase will wither tomorrow. It means that my youth will neglect me. But it also means that the sadness I feel today will change tomorrow. My pain will die. My laughter won’t last forever but neither will my tears. We say this life isn’t perfect. And it isn’t. It isn’t perfectly good. But, it also isn’t perfectly bad, either.

Let it go, she says,
sink into the river.

Let it pour into your lungs
enough to lay you to rest
at the bottom of its sandbed,
let it keep you
the way no one on this earth
has managed to,

let it tuck you away
into the separate eternity
of an ending.

Few will mourn your loss,
even fewer will remember it,

but by all means end
like all things do.

Let the world turn over you
over and over again
until you are nothing but
silt upon the very clay
that crumbled away.

quick thoughts

+ You have to get to the point in your life where other people’s opinions genuinely don’t bother you, unless you care about that person. 
+ You must love yourself. I have spent a lot of time with people and more time alone throughout the last 4 years (college), and I can assure you: loving yourself and your own company is priceless. There are so many people in this world who HAVE to be around others to feel happy. Learn to be your own best friend. 
+ Be independent. Don’t run with the crowd. Form your own opinions. Don’t be a copy. It’s crazy because after years of trying to fit in, at some point you realize: why would i want to be like everyone else? What’s the point of existing if
I offer nothing different?
Embrace your uniqueness, preserve your youthfulness, love your flaws.