people amaze me every day


07 . 08 . 2016 // (now it’s already 17:40) I guess this is it for today! I’m not gonna lie, I’m incredibly tired and my back hurts like hell, but at least I finished studying history. (Priorities, yay)

Anyways, I would like to thank you guys SOOO much for 30k followers!!! This is completely mind-blowing, I don’t even have the words to say how happy I am right now. It amazes me every day that so many people actually care for what I’m doing!

Once again, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! 💕

(Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to hunt some Pokemon)

Angsty Bojack Horseman Sentence Starters
  • “The most important thing is, you got to give the people what they want, even if it kills you.”
  • “You know, sometimes I feel like I was born with a leak, and any goodness I started with just slowly spilled out of me.”

  • “Life is a series of closing doors, isn’t it?”

  • “Am I a good person?”

  • “That’s the problem with life, either you know what you want and you don’t get what you want, or you get what you want and then you don’t know what you want.“ 

  • “There’s nothing for you behind you. All that exists is what’s ahead." 

  • "Family is a sinkhole, and you were right to get out when you had the chance." 

  • “I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.” 

  • “You didn’t know me and then you fell in love with me. And now you know me.” 

  • “Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets”.

  • “We’re just two lonely people trying to hate ourselves a little less.” 

  • “I don’t think I believe in ‘deep down’. I think that all you are is just the things that you do.”

  • “You were born broken, that’s your birthright.”

  • “You know what your problem is? You want to think of yourself as the good guy.”

  • “you’re a selfish goddamn coward who just takes whatever he wants and doesn’t give a shit about who he hurts. That’s you.”

  • “You know, it’s funny… when you look at someone through rose-colored glasses, all the red flags just look like flags.”

  • “I’m sorry, alright? I screwed up, I- I know I screwed up.”

  • “You can’t keep doing shitty things and then feel bad about yourself like that makes it okay! You need to be better!”

  • “You are all the things that are wrong with you.”

  • “Fuck, man. What else is there to say?”

  • “We’re not doomed. In the great, grand scheme of things, we’re just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten.”

  • “The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.”

  • “I don’t understand how people… live. It’s amazing to me that people wake up every morning and say: ‘Yeah, another day, let’s do it.’ How do people do it? I don’t know how.”

  • “He’s so stupid he doesn’t realize how miserable he should be. I envy that.”

  • “It’s not about being happy, that is the thing. I’m just trying to get through each day.”

  • “I can’t keep asking myself ‘Am I happy?’ It just makes me more miserable.”

  • “It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are and even longer to see it doesn’t have to be that way.”

  • “When you do bad things, you have something you can point to when people eventually leave you. It’s not you, you tell yourself. It’s that bad thing you did.”

  • “It’s so cruel to let people love you. All you’re doing is promising you’ll one day break their hearts.”

  • “One day, you’re gonna look around and you’re going to realize that everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. And that is the loneliest feeling in the world.”

  • “There are some people you can’t save. Cause those people will thrash and struggle, and try to take you down with them.”
  • “ Hey, I wanted to talk to you about… you know. I feel bad about what happened.”
  • “I don’t forgive you.”
  • “No. I’m not gonna give you closure. You don’t get that. You have to live with the shitty thing you did for the rest of your life. You have to know that it’s never, ever going to be okay!”
  • “You have to believe me. I did everything I could.”
  • “I had a good life, but what I needed then was a friend! And you abandoned me. And I will never forgive you for that.”
  • “Now get the fuck out of my house!”
  • “ Look, I’m sorry about all the stuff I said about you earlier.”
  • “Do you… do you think it’s too late for me? I mean, am, am, am I just doomed to be the person that I am? “
  • “I, I, I need you to tell me that I’m a good person.”
  • “I just wanted to tell you that I know. I know you want to be happy, but you won’t be… and I’m sorry.”
  • “ What more do you want? What else could the universe possibly owe you? “
  • “I want to feel good about myself. The way you do. And I don’t know how. I don’t know if I can.”
  • “If you ever try to contact me or my family again, I will fucking kill you.”
  • “ You can’t just disappear. You really hurt a lot of people.”
  • “In this terrifying world, all we have are the connections that we make.”
  • “It’s so sad that when you see someone as they really are, it ruins them.”
  • “You like being there to rescue me. Because it makes you feel good about yourself.”
  • “ You know that I don’t do the whole love thing. Either you end up hurting someone or they hurt you. So what’s the point?”
  • “ Uh…. Oh, god, I’m drowning. I feel like I’m drowning.”
  • “Hey, we have all done shitty stuff before. Most of us aren’t as proud of it as you seem to be.”
  • “It doesn’t get better and it doesn’t get easier.”
  • “I can’t keep lying to myself thinking I’m gonna change, I’m poison.”
  • “I come from poison and I have poison inside me and I destroy everything I touch. That’s my legacy.”
  • “I have nothing to show for the life I have lived. And I have nobody in my life who’s better off for having known me.”
  • “You’re gonna wanna kill yourself, and there’s going to be no one left to stop you.” 

anonymous asked:

Hi so I wasn't going to submit anything but then I saw that an anon said they realised they were bi and you also said you weren't 100% sure but that you might be bi and I just got so excited bc I also just realised I am bi!!! This is such a nice day and even though it's all still a secret I'm so happy that we can all relate to each other on that level! I just want to say to you and that anon that I really hope everything is going well and I got a lotta a love for y'all <3 <3 <3

oh you are so lovely!!! YAAAY US!!! that’s so exciting (((((: I love you so much and i hope everything goes well in your life <3<3<3 ah this message made me really happy you are amazing <3<3

I feel like I’ve been incognito or something because before the Bingo Wars started my main fic endeavors were completely Freelancer centric.

But in case there was any doubt at this point: Church is my favorite.

We’re Not Too Far Gone (Part 2) - Carl Grimes Imagine

Part 1

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requests: could you do a multi chapter fic where like the reader is like 14?? and like negan takes her from hilltop to raise her as his own but she doesnt like him so she runs away and she gets captured by like dwight and thats the part where glenn and michonne are also captured aswell and they get to the lineup and thats where negan notices her and ricks group are “ shookt ” and when carl tries to hunt down negan and fails he ends up meeting reader during the tour and they form a great friendship??

and about the “ negans daughter” thing can you make the reader really close w jesus and he gets really upset when negan takes her away?? thanks aha

pairings: none

a/n: wowowow i woke up this morning to 800 followers and that’s so weird for me to comprehend?? there are 800 people who like my writing and that amazes me and warms my heart every day. i just started this account two months ago and i’ve already talked to so many people and improved my writing so much, so thank you :-)

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tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland 

You were being picked up. Someone was carrying you, and throwing you into some kind of storage unit. It was dark inside, and you thought you were alone for a moment. You felt the clamminess of someone’s hand touching yours. 

“It’s okay,” Rosita whispered. Her thumb rubbed soft circles onto the back of your hand, and you used her rhythm to slow your breathing. Sweat dropped from your hairline, and you lifted the neck of your shirt to dry it. It didn’t do much, though. Your nerves were through the roof, and there was no way to prevent whimpers from falling from your lips. 

The unit moved quickly, jerking your body towards Glenn, who nodded and tried his hardest to smile with the gag in his mouth. You didn’t care to apologize, and Glenn didn’t seem to mind. You turned over onto your knees and untied the gag from Glenn’s mouth, and he sighed in relief. He twisted his body so his back faced you, and you used the little light which peeked through the ceiling panels to untie his makeshift hand cuffs. 

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I’m Glenn.” 

“(Y/N),” you said with a small smile. 

“That’s Michonne,” Glenn told you, pointing to the woman who Rosita had started to untie. She nodded at you, but her facial expression remained blank. 


The unit slowed to a halt, and your eyes were forced to adjust to the bright light that shone in when the door was opened. Rosita gasped at the sudden exposure, but silenced herself when you gave her hand a comforting squeeze. 

“Come on,” Dwight demanded. He grabbed Daryl, who was closest to the door, and pulled him onto his feet. “We got people to meet.” Michonne was next, then Rosita, you, and Glenn. 

When you were forced out of the storage unit, you were met with dozens of people. You couldn’t get an exact count, but there were about eight people on their knees, lined up and surrounded by the men who took you. You were pushed to the ground, landing on your knees with your hands scratching against the tough gravel. At that point, you were able to see hundreds of people–mostly armed men–standing in a circle around you.

 Glenn’s eyes were wide beside you, and his face went pale as he took in each face along the line of captives. 

“Maggie?” he whispered, falling onto his hands in an attempt to crawl towards her. 

“On your knees!” a man from behind him demanded, kicking him on his stomach. 

A woman with short hair and sickly pale skin began to cry. Glenn fought against the men for a moment, but settled down once he figured out he couldn’t do anything. Rosita, Daryl, and Michonne all looked at the people on their knees sorrowfully, and it was clear to you that they all knew each other. 

“We got a full boat!” a Savior exclaimed, standing in front of you. You recognized him from when you were taken from the Hilltop the day before. “Let’s meet the man.” He knocked on the door of an RV twice, then walked off. The man. That title sent shivers down your spine, and you began to shake at the thought of Negan discovering you again. 

The RV door swung open, and Negan sauntered out, holding his prized Lucille over his shoulder. He smiled for a moment, then broke the silence. 

“We pissin’ our pants yet?” He smiled evilly, walking tauntingly towards a man in the middle of the lineup wearing a fur lined corduroy coat. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close.” Negan walked away from your direction, and toward a man with long, curly hair. “Yeah,” Negan continued. “It’s gonna be pee pee pants city here real soon.” 

“Which one of you pricks is the leader?” he asked, using his hand to scan the line. You closed your eyes and bowed your head in hopes of him not recognizing you. 

“This one,” the man who introduced you all said, pointing to the man in the brown coat. “He’s the guy.” Negan turned to face him and sighed, stepping closer so he was right above him. 

“Hi. You’re Rick, right?” You felt bad for the guy, but you were thankful that Negan hadn’t seemed to notice you. 

“I’m Negan, and I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people,” Negan articulated, pointing at Rick. You were really trying your hardest to keep up with what he was talking about, but it was really difficult what with the shock still settling in. 

 “Not cool,” Negan sighed. His face was dark and serious, without a trace of sarcasm. “Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly.” Sweat dripped down Rick’s curly hair that fell in front of his eyes. He shook in terror, and you began to follow his lead. 

“Yeah,” Negan continued. “You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes.” Your legs grew weaker, and you were thankful that you were on your knees, because you would have without a doubt fallen to the ground if you were standing up. A drop of sweat fell onto your t-shirt. You tried to wipe your forehead, but you were unable to move your arms. They were stuck to your thighs, unwilling to move at all. 

“Yes, you are,” Negan whispered creepily. You couldn’t see his face from where you sat, but you had a bad feeling that he was sincerely enjoying all the fear he was bringing out of you and the rest of the group. He had you all at his mercy, and from what you knew about Negan, there wasn’t much of it. 

He chuckled a little. “You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order. The new world order is this, and it’s really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it.” 

Negan spoke so quickly with so much force that you swore you could feel your heart fall into your stomach. You noticed your hands begin to shake, and you tried your hardest to grip your thighs to give yourself some sort or stability, but the effort only made your head spin. You closed your eyes hard and breathed in your nose, then out your mouth. 

Rick looked mortified, and Negan hadn’t even done anything yet. He seemed to be nodding aimlessly at everything Negan said, while nothing was truly sinking in. His face was pale, and his shoulders were slouched. He looked defeated

“Ready?” Negan asked. You were unsure of what, but you knew you weren’t ready for whatever he had planned. His breath was so warm against the cold air that every word he spoke was accompanied by a cloud of smoke. 

“Here it goes. Pay attention.” Negan turned and faced you. “I’m talking to you, too, little miss (Y/N).” 

Your breathing stopped, and your teeth ground against each other once you heard your name. Everyone’s eyes were on you as he sauntered closer to you, swinging Lucille over his shoulder. He crouched down so his face was level with yours and whispered only loud enough for you, Glenn, and Rosita to hear. 

“Calm down, love,” he ordered. “I ain’t gonna hurt ya’.” He brought a gloved hand to your face, dragging his calloused fingers down your jaw. “I’m just gonna make you wish you were dead.”

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It took forever to attempt liquid liner and it is amazing to me that some people do this every day! Thid morning we stopped at sizzle pie to pick up the rabbit salad (MY CURRENT OBSESSION). We planned a day trip to golden gardens, I just wanted to lay in the sand and read. BUT I didn’t know that dog weren’t allowed on the beach? Last we we went and there were tons of dogs on the beach (off leash too! Which I don’t particularly like). It kind of ruined our time there, but it was a bit breezier than we wanted so we went to gasworks instead. It turned out to be a good day and I’m meeting a friend for a drink later. Woo!

Hello darlings! This year is coming to an end (finally!!!) so it’s time for me to join the rest of tumblr and make my own follow forever to thank all the amazing people who bright my dash every day and constantly amaze me with their talent. Honestly you guys made this year way more amazing than it actually was, so thank you for sticking up with me and here’s my end of the year follow forever.

Happy new years everyone, and to a better 2017 ♥   

(I apologize in advance if I forgot someone but know that if i follow you is probably gonna be forever.)

♥ mutuals are bolded
♥ absolute faves are italicized


@travellingwilburys : thanks for bringing the trash on my dash everyday; my tumblr would be way more boring without you. (love you sis)

@killianswench : the wench to my killian, the autoportanza to my cuopola (or was is the other way around?), the jessie to my james…  can you believe our friendship is only (almost) a year old?? because i’m still shook every time i think about it. I’ll be forever thankful to whoever brought your gifset on my dash on January 3rd because that was the magical beginning of all of this. Thank you for all the messages & disagio™, for all the laughs - and let’s be honest… for standing my crappy immune system. You are amazing and super talented and, without any doubt, the best thing that happened to me in 2016 so ofc i will follow you forever, we’re basically married ♥

@killians : you are my unproblematic fave™, the sweetest and kindest person i’ve ever known and talking to you always brights my day. Thank you for all the fangirling, for your nice words and for your support. (Plus, you always recommend the best cs fics)

@lovestruckhook : (#the power of two) i’m so glad i got to know you this year, because you are amazing and sweet and i really love talking to you (especially because we’ve been mentally connected a lot lately lol)

A - G

@ahoymilady@alexandralyman@anythingyouhold@argetnallison@baebastianstan@bleebug • @blindwitch@bunnykillian@captainpoe • @captainswaan@captainswan4e@captainswanouat@colinoeyebrows@cutieodonoghue@dashingrapskillian @dashingswan • @deputyhook@diablodancer@emmabadasswan@emmakillian • @emmamorrison@emmaofmisthaven 

H - N

@haleyscott@harleyquinzel@i-know-how-you-kiss@inloveswan@ironstarkasm @isabellekillian • @jennifer-morrison@jennifermorrisons@jmoswns •  @jonsnows @katsuukis@kevinmckidd@killians-dimples@lieutenantducklings@lillyanjones@lizzie-mcguire •  @loveforcaptainswan@lucifer-morningstar@lumadreamland@meowdonoghue@nastylittlenerd@newtonscamandered • @niniadepapa @nowforruin 

O - Z

@ohmycaptn@onceland@oubliette14@piratesails@pocket-anon • @rosebstan@sheriffchiselchin • @snowscharming • @storybrooke@swanisms@swannsavior @swanscaptn @swanshope • @the-lady-swan • @themmaswan •  @wandamaixmoff@warriorswan@wearejustreallyinsync • @weasleyrons • @wenchswan • @winter-by-the-sea


Kick-Ass Chicks: Photographer, Ashley Osborn

Meet Ashley: the talented 24-year-old photographer who spends her days touring the world, shooting bands, and living the life so many young creatives only dream about. Ash has long since been a member of the Vans family, and continues to hold sh*t down year-after-year at Vans Warped Tour. While partying it up with Ashley at House of Vans Austin (and by partying, we mean working until 6am each day editing photos) we got to know this bubble of positive energy a little more, and quickly decided to make the adult decision to crown her as one of the coolest women we’ve ever met. Get to know this week’s insanely inspiring Kick-Ass Chick after the jump…

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Three months ago today was the best day of the year my entire life. Taylor, thank you for warmly welcoming me into your Nashville home and treating me like a friend. 2014 started and ended in a pretty bad place for me, but you were there to help me through it all. I am so grateful that I grew up with you right by my side. You have always been there for me, even when you did not know it. I started listening to your music eight years ago when I was just ten years old. Now I am eighteen and a freshman in college. So much has changed between now and then, but one thing hasn’t and that’s you. You continue to amaze me every day. You are so good to people no matter what and you inspire me to do the same. Your music has been with me for almost half of my life and I don’t know what I would do without you. Thank you for bringing so many positive people into my life. Thank you for letting me into your life. Thank you for making me feel important. Thank you for making me feel loved. 9/28/14 taylorswift


As a lot of you know, I’ve had a pretty rough couple of months after losing my hunting partner Nala. Esther, my barn owl, managed to pull me through, as I started working with her every day, handling, training. She started coming into a reptile shop where I volunteer, and was more than comfortable on top of the empty vivariums for sale in the corner. Considering she was barely 7 months old she was a doll, fantastic with children and adults, and was at peace being able to sleep throughout the day while in the shop in her own designated corner we had converted for her. Nearly three weeks she had been going in to work daily with me in the shop, and every day people were amazed by her grace and peacefulness; she was a true teacher to both children and adults.

It is with a heavy heart to say, I lost Esther a couple of weeks ago. There were no signs of illness, she’s health checked daily. I noticed when feeding one evening that she was lethargic and nonresponsive like a rag doll. It was 10:30pm. I rushed around, trying to get fluids into her and ringing other falconers and trying to get an emergency call specialist vets, but before they had a chance to drive the 20 minute journey she died in my mothers arms. Nala wasn’t with me at the time I lost her, she was staying with another falconer. In a way it was relieving, that I hadn’t seen her before I lost her, as it means that I didn’t feel to blame. Esther was with me. It is one thing to care for an animal, especially your partner, but losing an animal in your care is heartbreaking. Even more so considering birds hide their illness. There were no signs until suddenly, and she was gone within half an hour. Last summer I lost half of my snake collection; a viral disease developed after six months quarantine for every new snake introduced. Things like this make you consider: what if I had done this? Or maybe this? Maybe things would be different. Sometimes you can do everything right, but bad things always happen, and they have to happen to someone. To lose my snakes, one of my passions was one thing. To lose Nala, my partner, was another. Esther was a symbol of hope for me after I lost Nala. I could still have birds, still follow my passion and maybe feel a little bit less lost in the world when I was training her.

A month after I lost Nala I flew out to Geneva airport. My boyfriend had been working in northern Italy for five months. I had been reading H is for Hawk on the way, a reminder of Nala somewhat. As we landed, there was a common buzzard on a wooden post next to the runway. The back wheels touched the runway, and the buzzard took off, flying parallel to the window I was beside. It flew with us until the end of the runway, until the plane stopped. Of all the flights everyday, the fact if my plane had been delayed, or I had been seated on the opposite side of the plane I wouldn’t have been there. The fact that the random seat generated was at the window perfectly square next to the post as the wheels touched down. I’m not really superstitious, nor particularly religious, beliefs in the afterlife, have never really been my thing. In my heart, it was Nala. It gave me hope.

Two nights after I lost Esther, I was heading back to uni. A road me and my mother call ‘barney road’, after the little male barn owl we saw once. I make the trip several times a week, and in four years I’ve seen only this one male barn own once. We were both sat silent in the car, not wanting to consider our loss. A female barn owl veered across the top of our car diagonally into our headlights, and followed along side the car for a few moments, before heading into the fields nearby. A beautiful female. I had been sat crying for Esther to wake up when she was in my arms. I couldn’t lose her too, I kept apologising for what I feel in my heart is my fault even though I don’t know why she died. I felt it was an acceptance of my apology maybe, or just sending someone to check in.

People can laugh for what I thought about both incidents. Saying I’m looking too far into things. Maybe I am. But that’s the magic of birds of prey. To see wild birds is mesmerising. To hold the raw power and beauty of a bird on your arm is more so than any other feeling in the world. Not just a bird. Your partner. You look into your birds eyes, and see a reflection of yourself. The bird is never yours. You can pay for a bird, but you never own her. She is her, she is the power of the skies, with brute strength or unthinkable speeds and agility. You cannot buy her, but you can be her partner, if she allows, if she accepts you. Primal power, instinct, fear and fury. But hope, grace, and an unmatchable bond. That is true falconry.

This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.
—  Lauren Oliver, Requiem

Hello and welcome to my first mediocre follower forever. I have no idea how this thing works so ima just improvise. 

Just recently I hit 300 followers and I have no absolute clue why bc I’m just soshi fangirl trash… but here goes nothin I guess.

Before I start I’d like to thank taecutie for being my first follower and for being super nice to me the minute I started blogging. 

I’d also like to give a huge shout-out to tabi-loves-to-choom for being my first close mutual. We get along super well now and you have been branded as my official mumblr. <3

Also, another shout-out to aestaetic, sup-saranaa and queenqian for being other mutuals that I talk to once in a while, you guys are really awesome :)

And another quick shout-out to my friends irl, bferrari10 , howhighcanyouthrow and lostintranslation-n , who are now full-fledged sones (ur welcome hoes). Lmao but I adore y’all, keep doing you.

Lastly, I’d like to mention sooxxjung , my official wifey cakes who I absolutely adore and am glad I started talking to. <3

There are probably others I forgot to mention but know that I adore you all!

Now, here we go!


aardvarkprince-yixing // aestaetic // ajummataeng // all-hail-taeyeons-jawline // allforchaerin // bangsojin // bangtanporn // bearseulgi // beautifulgeneration // bferrari10 // blondeyoongie // blosseoming // bomlicious // bomminator // bomshellgzb // bomtaeyeon // bootycalljung // btshidae // capttaeyeon // chim-chim-plz // choiswimming 


dandyuism // dangerousaffxtion // domino-fx // donottrynhackme // dorkyktyaholic // empirestateofgirlsgeneration // foreverfany // functiongirls- // fy-girls-generation // fy-t-ara 


galaxy-gul // gingerfany // gzbrin // honeytaeng // howhighcanyouthrow // hyolights // hyoyeon // iamkidleader // ibleedpastelpink // icesicales // intaengible


jessbiann // jessicajuns // jiyeon-jjang // jiyeonssi // jiyongs-g-thong // jjongfanboy // jumataeng // justmyperfectgoddess // jvngloves // kangseulgih // killergzb // krystaljjang // krystals // kwonyuri // le-twinkle———-twinkle // legendofzelo // lostintranslation-n 


miyoung-ssi // moononerva // nanahater420 // oh-sicas // okawaiidesu // ot9s


pany-ah // pinklightstick // pornshidae // princesst-ara // purelovefx // queenqian 


sacrod // sailorseo // sehv-n // sereneedy // seulduction // simplynine // snovvkrystal // soehyun // soojng // soonkyuism // soovvon // sooxxjung Sooyyoung // spring-edits // summersoshi // sup-saranaa // sweet-taeng // sweetdelght // ta3yeon // tabi-loves-to-choom // taendelion // taeneon // taengay // taenghoul // taengisc // taengkims // taengouls // taengthehero // taengtime // taengtoro // taeoff // taetoro // taevils-cry // taeyeon // taeyeonce // taeyeoncesbitch // taeyeonies // taeyeonlikesgirls // taeyeonporn // taeyeounf // tamahachi // tipanny 




9foreverandalways // 418syj

I may have forgotten a few blogs here and there but overall I really enjoy all the blogs I follow. Thanks again to all these people who created amazing blogs for me to look at every day (lmao), and to those who follow me and want a follow back just let me know! :)