It took me a long time to realize that you can do everything right and still end up unhappy. You can say all of the right things, do exactly as you are told, follow in the footsteps of all the people who swore by their success and their strategy surrounding it, and you can still end up displaced — because you didn’t ever choose to simply listen to yourself.

The best thing I ever did for myself was simply listen to what I actually wanted. I drowned out the guidelines, the advice, the “shoulds.” And I messed up. I made mistakes that I’ll never forget. I hurt people I loved, and I got hurt.

See, self discovery isn’t this comfortable, miraculous thing. It can get ugly, it can get confusing. It’s gritty, it’s hard. It’s difficult to confront yourself sometimes, it’s difficult to be the person who does things differently, who doesn’t settle.

But it’s the greatest gift you will ever give yourself. It will push you towards figuring out what your own personal version of happiness looks like; and when you grow on your own terms, when you figure out what actually matters to you, and when you carve out your own path, you live on your own terms. You love on your own terms. You become the person you have always wanted to be, rather than the person you were always told to be, and that is beautiful. Because when it comes down to it — life is about making yourself proud on your own terms. It’s about finding a happiness that works for you.


anonymous asked:

So what's it like to serve under Lord Orochimaru?

      IT’S SOMETHING LIKE SALVATION. SCRATCH THAT, IT IS. deliverance. redemption. Lord Orochimaru, deitized since kimimaro was a child. the boy, previously a caged beast, was given a new home. given a purpose : become my vessel.        given hope. that maybe his existence wasn’t as meaningless as he thought. that knowing his purpose for breathing, it made him truly free. a child, given love. a child, given life. given a life beyond imprisonment. beyond torture, beyond sadness. kimimaro / self sacrifice. 

      MEA CULPA. MAXIMA MEA CULPA. Lord Orochimaru was just that. his LORD. not one to be prayed to, or to wash his hair with his feet. but to live for, to serve ; happily. to turn all of his pain into something better, something worth breathing for. to become the body his lord would one day breathe his own breath into. so, what’s it like to serve under Lord Orochimaru ? it was much more than a question. consider the question rephrased : what’s it like to serve your GOD ? to serve was his absolution. his worship. kimimaro / walking self sacrifice. 

     HIS LORD. HIS DEITY. HIS SAVIOR. it’s much more than love he has for the serpent, his guardian. It’s his willingness. to live for him and to die for him just the same. it’s loyalty, that runs through his veins like the disease that rids him of his number one disciple title. name: favorite, ripped from him. he no longer has any use as a vessel. but now, his use is that of wrath. he will be GOD’S SWORD. HIS VENGEANCE. HIS MARTYR. he will do anything as long as he can stay in his lords good graces. kimimaro / breathing self sacrifice.

                                                            ❛ it’s a blessing

I really wish I could make gifs because oh my god I just noticed that Elsa totally rolls her eyes at Anna after “I get the feeling you don’t know” and OH MY GOD, ADORABLE BIG SISTER ELSA YOU ARE MY FAVORITE

Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter. Less sensitive. Less opinionated. Less needy. Less me. Because I didn’t want to be a burden. I didn’t want to be too much or push people away. I wanted people to like me. I wanted to be cared for and valued. I wanted to be wanted. So for years, I sacrificed myself for the sake of making other people happy. And for years, I suffered. But I’m tired of suffering, and I’m done shrinking. It’s not my job to change who I am in order to become someone else’s idea of a worthwhile human being. I am worthwhile. Not because other people think I am, but because I exist, and therefore I matter. My thoughts matter. My feelings matter. My voice matters. And with or without anyone’s permission or approval, I will continue to be who I am and speak my truth. Even if it makes people angry. Even if it makes them uncomfortable. Even if they choose to leave. I refuse to shrink. I choose to take up space. I choose to honour my feelings. I choose to give myself permission to get my needs met. I choose to make self-care a priority. I choose me.
—  Daniell Koepke

“I want to create a world where people can live their lives smiling.  For that reason, a ‘symbol’ is necessary.”


Requested By: simplecat101


The door creaked open just as he had slid his hand underneath the hem of your shirt, his fingers burning against your skin. You broke the kiss, breathless, and shoved him to the other side of the couch.

“Hey, we’re home!” Sam called, his footsteps from down the hall following his voice. You dug a hand into the backpack resting by your feet and tossed the boy a textbook while grabbing a notebook for yourself.

Sam froze in the doorway when he spotted the two of you. Dean walked around him with a  slight severity in his eyes, all concentrated on the boy.

“You look a little out of breath there, sis. What’ve you been up to.”

You shrugged. “Just studying.”

He glanced at the textbook and your very uncomfortable study date before plucking the notebook out of your hand. “Taking notes on Macbeth in a math notebook? How’s that going for you?”

He tossed it back to you without looking and pointed a finger to the boy. “Come on, we’re going to have a little chat.”

You groaned, burying your head into your hands and preparing for the worst.