said life to me

I don’t like to talk much about my personal life here you know?…

But I’ll try and make an exception today, because I feel like I really messed up last night…

anonymous asked:

Are you by any chance lesbian(I'm Bi)? If you are, I fully support you, I'm just wondering. Also if you are, how did you tell your family, or did they just find out? I've been having troubles trying to tell my family, I dint know how they'll react. Love your work btw! ♡

My mom said me that it’s my life and she just want me to be happy.
Thank you :)

anonymous asked:

Hey so guess what? I had told you in an earlier ask that ch 22 of lucky us killed me and you said to come back to life just to die again. I followed your directions and am now experiencing the feeling of death the second time around. Ch 23 is even better like how do you even do that? Whenever I think a chapter is the top you just come back harder and I love it and love you! I will continue to die and die again just so I can relish in these chapters of pure beauty

Not through my puny human strength. ‘Tis a gift from God.

You think I’m clever enough to bring things back from chapters ago and make it look like I planned that from the beginning? Pfft. I can’t even remember how to use a can opener.

Now I will leave you with two bits of information:

  • Chapter 23 detonated the hard decision I made regarding this fic a few weeks ago
  • There’s one more thing from a previous chapter that’s going to make a major comeback…

lavalampleechy  asked:

hi GHOST so like i came out to my irl friends as trans (like maybe an hour ago) and they were p okay with it except for my best friend (?) shes like "ugh my eyes r gonna kill me" n i ask why "like i see u as female but ur a trans guy" and im like (1)

(2) “sorry” shes like “yeah anyways why did u change ur gender anyways?” like idk man maybe ill be happier idk…. sorry for existing….. but like idk if its rlly her fault like she was raised like that… can i blame her for it?? i kinda feel like its just all my fault… like she was guilt tripping me about it and she said her life was rlly difficult… i just feel rlly bad about it all.. and sometimes shell punch herself in the face when its too much and i feel like shes doin that now an god im so sorry for ranting but i dont know what to do please help me parent why am i such a fucking mess


yoooo what ur friend is doing is legit not ok like. esp. if she’s guilt-tripping and hurting herself over you being trans???? that’s seriously fucked up nobody should make you feel bad for being yourself, doooo not feel bad about it at all it’s not your fault whatsoever

megannnnnnnnnnnnn  asked:

I love you💖

I love you Megan. More than you will ever know because it’s more than I’ll ever be able to explain. I might be lucky enough to show it someday, but oh man it’s a whole lot of love. You are everything good in this world, every soft smile, every warm embrace, every ounce of happiness in my life. Like I’ve said once before, forgive me if I tend to brag about being the luckiest girl in the world, I just know it’s absolutely true, and it’s all because I have you. So thank you. For everything you do. And ik I’m just supposed to tell you that I love you too, but baby, you deserve so much more than that. God I love you. I love you.

Watch on

I just wanna stay in the sun where I find
Pieces of peace in the sun’s peace of mind
I know it’s hard sometimes
Yeah, I think about the end just way too much
But it’s fun to fantasize
On my enemies who wouldn’t wish who I was
But it’s fun to fantasize

Oh, oh, I’m falling, so I’m taking my time on my ride

*Lyrics from Twenty one pilots - Ride

Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Prompto Argentum & Noctis Lucis Caelum in the happy days before Altissia, Final Fantasy XV


“The thing about Joan I keep coming back to is the incredible weight she carried from childhood, the terrible abuse, poverty and a mother who never wanted her. She carried this incredible sorrow. From there, she climbed to the top. Her ambition was monumental. MGM taught her how to walk, how to talk- there’s this Mid-Atlantic upper-class accent- and yet there are moments when you see it all fall away.” -Jessica Lange

“…very disturbing childhood, raised by a tyrant of a mother who whipped her causing bleeding welts across her legs…young Joan’s father had abandoned the family. Her brother Hal showed no sympathy for her. Her mother’s second husband Mr.Henry Cassin was kind to her, but he also left the family. Sent to a catholic boarding school, St. Agnes, she worked at waiting on tables because her mother could not afford tuition. Finishing her curriculum at St Agnes, her mother found her Rockingham Academy, in Kansas, who took her on as a pupil in exchange for her cleaning fourteen rooms of the mansion, scrubbing toilets, bathing the young children and tucking them in bed. She got five hours sleep on average. Life was hard at the academy as the principal would also beat the child. She tried running away, but was returned and further beaten. Neither her home nor school allowed escape from beatings. While Joan was schooling, her mother had a new man installed at home and he too would beat Joan mercilessly…this was when she dreamed of becoming a professional dancer.” -Vince Voice

“She had a Dickinson childhood. She was abandoned by her father before she could even remember him, then her stepfather abandoned her. She was forced to go to work in schools at the age of nine, clean toilets, she was beaten by her mother, by sadistic school mistresses, she was treated as a third class citizen by the other students in those schools.” -Bob Thomas

gamblingdementor  asked:

okay do you think you could draw benny giving lil sonny a piggy back ride?


bennys making sound effects


SENPAI JUST NOTICED MEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





This is your heart, and you should never let it rule your head…I’ve always assumed that love is a dangerous disadvantage. Thank you, for the final proof.

T H E   F I N A L   P R O O F   v s .   T H E   F I N A L   P R O B L E M

You didn’t win, you lost. Look what you did to her, look what you did to yourself, all those complicated little emotions, I lost count. Emotional context, Sherlock. It destroys you every time.