Man, some days are rough

So I have several items ready to post, but I still need to get my screenshots done. I woke up today with a massively hurting back, and I have no idea what I did to it. It’s making even sitting in my chair painful, but I am going to grit my teeth and try to get some things posted tonight. 

Finishing ACOMAF
  • Me: FUCK YOU TAMLIN!!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU LUCIEN!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU MORTAL QUEENS!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU JURIAN!!!!
  • Me: FUCK YOU KING OF HYBERN!!!!
  • Me: FUCK THE WHOLE WORLD, BUT DON'T FUCKING SEPARATE MY OTP!!!!
  • Me: NOOOOOOOO!!!!
  • ME: *whispers* why did you do this, Sarah J Maas??? Why must you hurt me like this???
  • Me: *throws book across the room*
  • Me: *cries until the Feysand reunion, because there fucking sure as hell has to be one*
192.) Gellert Grindelwald was Fawkes' first master. After the duel of 1945, Grindelwald instructed Fawkes to go with Dumbledore, not wanting the phoenix to stay locked up in Nurmengard too. As Dumbledore's companion, sometimes Fawkes would steal things like books, candy, newspapers, etc from the headmaster's study, and bring them to Grindelwald in prison. Dumbledore knew, and encouraged this behavior, often leaving out things for Fawkes to take.
  • yurio: viktor what is this book
  • viktor: ...500 funny jokes that will make your kids laugh
  • yurio: burn it
  • viktor: but-
  • yurio: b u r n

Finding out that Rhys had known about the him and Feyre being mates for 3 FUCKING MONTHS, and had still let Feyre sleep/stay with Tamlin. And then finding out that he was willing for Feyre to marry Tamlin, even if it broke him; he only wanted her to be happy. Me:

Originally posted by i-am-bad-and-i-love-it

Originally posted by psiicopataa

Originally posted by everithing-is-fuck

I begin to wonder if I’ve made up, or at the very least, exaggerated, all of my human connections. To wonder if it’s simply that I feel empathy on a deeper scale or if I am, in fact, experiencing relationships completely on one side—investing in interactions that receive no return. Am I putting words in their mouths? Are my projections onto these people so overpowering that they lose their agency in my unnecessarily analytical intake of the situation, discussion, exchange? 

Where and what am I misreading?

I have been told countless times that I am too kind, that I let others walk on me, that I allow them and even ask them to use me. But to a point, I enjoy it. I like my identity as the innocent who does more harm than good and absorbs the bad but does not spit it back out. I like being there for people, being steadfast and dependable. I want to be for them what nobody is for me: an ear they can trust to listen to them carefully, an arm they can trust to lean on heavily, a heart they can trust to love them unconditionally. But even I am human, and even I need these things sometimes. I love to give love, but I long to receive it—and so I am forced to ask where it is that I offer too much empathy and begin to suffer more than I receive.

csk

3/23/17

Wolfgang, as usual, needed to find an escape from his own mind. He was lost inside the studio, stuck in the middle of a block that wasn’t breaking and he was far too close to destroying the place with his bare hands that he could no longer stay put. Leaving work with the moon hung high, Wolf found his way to a small bar not far from his apartment, where they always had live music playing to drown out the voices inside Wolfgang’s head. He didn’t know what it was, maybe a sixth sense, maybe his body ached for her so much that in her presence he’d be able to feel it. Maybe it was just fate, but for some reason, Wolfgang looked up to the entrance in the same moment she walked in.