Awe how did you propose to your girlfriend or get proposed to?
i told you shes like ashlyn so obv it wasn’t me who did it. its a long story but i’ll try to condense… its hard to explain without discussing like, our entire history? but we kinda got together because of our mutual love of brandi carlile (KNOWN LESBIAN W WIFE AND CHILD). brandi has a song called “murder in the city” with a lyric that goes, “if i get murdered in the city, go and read the letter in my desk. don’t bother with all my belongings darlin, pay attention to the list. make sure my wife knows that i love her, make sure my daughter knows the same. always remember there is nothing worth sharing like the love that let us share our name” WOW THIS IS ALREADY TOO LONG
basically she secretly converted our unused 2nd bedroom into an office with this cute vintage desk and put a letter in it. the night she was planning to propose to me i almost fucked it up by volunteering us to watch our baby nephews at the last min. but when we got home shes like, i wanna show u smth. and i had NO CLUE this was coming but she was acting all nervous (she never gets nervous) so i was scared and then she opened the door to this beautiful room she somehow furnished without me knowing, flowers, pics of us and family everywhere and she told me to look in the desk then got down on one knee it was gay i started sobbin. she also got me the fat ass diamond ring of my dreams but w/e its nothin
Summary:asshole!Luke Hemmings considered that life was just ok. Even though
he had “friends”, a girlfriend, grades good enough to get into whatever
college he wanted, reigning king of the top of the food chain in school,
and money to throw away- Luke still was unsatisfied. So what happens
when a new girl from big apple New York moves to Australia and he can’t
help but feel intrigued with her “playing hard to get” façade.
Name: Marta Favorite drink: apple juice, tea, water (can’t choose only one) Favorite Snack: i don’t have any Favorite meal: idk Favorite memory: all concerts of my faves i went to Favorite tv show: if anime doesn’t count then none Favorite tumblr blog: - One random fact about you: i don’t like (and don’t eat) vegetables besides cucumbers and carrots One random fact about your day: it’s only 11am and nothing really worth sharing happened so far.. One random fact about your job/school: my job is less than a 10 min walk from my home One random fact about your favorite tv show: - What is one thing you would sell your soul for: dgm returing from hiatus and never going on another one again If you could only have one outfit for the rest of your life, what would it be: jeans + simple tshirt i guess??? because it’s the most comfortable What was the last song that got stuck in your head: both newest ikon songs (bling bling and b-day) Zombie Apocalypse. What is your weapon of choice: idk… i’d be probably dead before getting a decent weapon lol but maybe a gun with unlimited ammo? a katana/sword/machete sound nice too but i’d ran out of energy rather quickly.. Did you have a baby blanket? Do you still have it: i don’t remember. i bet i had one but i’ve no idea where it is What is your favorite Halloween costume you’ve ever worn: (sadly) i’venever dressed up for halloween Beach or Water Park: neither Name a song that you dislike: i dislike a lot of songs, but i don’t want to hurt someone’s feelings if they see their faves listed here What do you think is your spirit animal: idk, never thought about it What is the most played song on your MP3/MP4: i deleted all music from my phone 2 days ago and added everything again so checking now wouldn’t make sense. but i think it could be TK from Ling Tosite Sigure - Signal, i’ve been listening to this song a lot since it was released
There’s nothing more important than seeking joy. There’s nothing more worthwhile than sharing happiness. There’s nothing more beautiful than the smiles of your friends.
(( Whoa! That was unexpected. I just finished (yet another) eleven hour day and I was gonna just hang out but somepony - *cough Ambris *cough - just had to make this post which inspired my inner Pie and well… Smile!! :D ))
“So,” Tink begins as she folds her legs up beneath her on a blanket in the park, mid-morning on Wednesday. “What did you write for me?”
Robin snorts a little, and tells her, “Nothing worth sharing.”
They’re rehearsing today, running through her usual set again, going over some of the covers they wanted to do, and trying to write something original. She’d asked on Sunday about his music before, back when he could actually claim to be a productive musician instead of the blocked-up hack he’s become, and he’d played her a few things. It had been a mistake – she’d decided then and there that he should write again, immediately, that they should write something together, even, to play at their upcoming gig.
Which would be all well and good if Robin was at all capable of actually finishing a bloody song, but so far this summer all he’s managed is self-indulgent, trite scraps that amount to nothing. The pressure of having to produce for someone new, even someone as disarming and brightly encouraging as Tink, isn’t helping.
I give updates explaining that my health interfere with it and it absolutely does, especially lately. My most important drug (that literally keeps me alive and I have no chance of survival without) keeps going in and out of shortages. It harms my nervous system more each time and lately I’ve had a lot of trouble reading and have to go over something around 10 times before it makes sense. It takes so long I get frustrated and just don’t bother.
But my health isn’t the only thing that’s been keeping me from posting. I’ve improved in many areas, but something I’ve struggled with so much lately is self doubt when it comes to helping anyone. I have felt like I have nothing to share that’s worth anything.
I had a really bad interaction months ago with someone I’d spoken to for a long time snapping and telling me I’d never helped anyone and could never do any good. I think in itself that wouldn’t be enough to deter me, but my motivation had been down and I’d had more crappy messages than usual and that just did it for me. It feels like an insult to the people who have messaged me thanking me for my blogs, but I still have these feelings that keep coming up. I hardly even tweet anymore because my feelings don’t seem worth sharing. Everything in my head seems so insignificant.
I’ve felt stuck. Not just in life, but in blogging and expressing myself, like I’m saying the same things over and over just in different ways. A goal I have for 2015 is to try some new things and new ways of expressing things. I want to get past my self doubts because when I do blog it benefits me so much.
Thank you to everyone who has stuck with my blog through my sporadic posting and dry spells. I appreciate every one of you.