I think about the book I made you and how it was front to back page by page. Not a single blank area in over 100 pages of art. It was a book of love and pain but mostly love. You will never find someone to make you anything like that. Your exes may sing stupid songs but you can’t hold a song. You can’t flip through the pages of a song. I hope you never date another artist because they will try their hardest to make something better, but that’s just copying.

who wants to accompany me on a date to Home Depot to get all the plants our little arms can carry while we sing songs about stupid love things

If nations were teenagers
  • Italy:A kind of damn cute boy, probably loved by girls because of his cuteness and they all hope that they will be with him one day but in reality he's gay as hell and love Germany.
  • Germany:The sportive guy, always running or going to the fitness center instead of hanging out with his friends, seems very manly but actually makes pink cakes and sings stupid german disney songs while cleaning his bedroom.
  • Japan:The otaku one, always at home, skipping boring lessons for watching animes and never has money because he spents all in cosplay and manga.
  • America:Always in a MacDonald or Burger King, eats like five persons and never take weight. He shares a big passion for cosplay with Japan.
  • England:The reader one, spents his time in the cafés for reading, and sometimes, hanging out with France. He doesn't like being a rebel teenager as the others.
  • France:The artist one, always drawing his friends, in a realist/semi-realist style. He follows England everywhere and draw him while he's reading in the cafés.
  • China:The old one. He's very mature and respectful, but likes playing chinese MMORPG and drawing mythics asiatic monsters.
  • Russia:The creepy one. Always scaring the peoples who aren't ready for him. He likes reading horror stories and sharing them with America (even if he's scared as hell).
  • Canada:The calm one. Passes for a quiet and cute guy in front of the girls but actually he's a creepy hooligan at the hockey matches.
  • Prussia:The noizy one, always fighting others and responsable of the big mess in Beillschmidt's house.
  • Austria:The other artist's one. Playing all music instrument like if he was always playing it. Knows precisely all the scores he saw in his life, and loves calm places.
  • Romano:The rageous one. Always yelling on the others for whatever, never happy, never satisfied.
  • Spain:The happy one. He's always laughing at everyone, even him, want to makes everyone happy like him and tries hardly to making Romano smilling.
I Promise It will be over soon

Have you ever had to talk yourself through something? Have you ever had to keep reminding yourself that it will be ok, that the pain wont last long or that its just a pinch or a broken heart?

Well I do it all the time! Talk to myself! People might think its crazy, but I have to do it. I have to promise myself that it will be over soon, when things become too much, when my heart is so heavy that crying and punching something is not the answer.

I did it today, I told myself that it will all be over soon and that when I finally get through it, I will appreciate it and thank God that He brought me out. I sat on my couch, watched an old episode of Grey’s Anatomy, kept singing that stupid song in the episode and said “I Promise you, it will be over soon” and now Im writing this post. I feel better for now and I will most likely do the same thing again and again; when I feel like my life is spinning out of control and everything that I imagined for myself has yet to happen. And that is okay with me, because at least I know that I will be alright and if I cant take that advice from anyone else, I know I can take it from myself.

I used to tell myself that there is always someone out there worse than you, but I stopped saying that because it didnt help, it just made me “man up” and go on about my day. Not really going through the emotions of whatever was bothering me.

Look everyone has there own technique of “self-talk” that gets them through tough times. Im not saying mine is the best, all Im saying is that, it always has to end so therefore you can always promise yourself that it will be over soon!

Until next time,



“He’s singing that stupid, weird song again…”

I realized something not too long long ago: A lot of my OCs are the only child of their family. I had been mulling the idea around in my head to fix that for at least one of them,  and now I’ve followed through. Patrick is part of a set of fraternal triplets, and the youngest one at that. His sister, Selena, beat him out by 11 minutes, and their oldest sibling, Lou, beat Selena out by 4 (15 minutes total).

Maybe this explains why Patrick’s most comfortable in a group of three…

ivani3raginsky asked:

38) my best friend introduced me to the song birthday cake from jet set radio and i kind of hate her for it. one time she put on roller skates and i dragged her around the halls of her high school at night while we 'sang' this song and it was a great time. great and terrible.

that sounds fantastic omg

shit i accidentally hit post before adding mine. hmmm, songs don’t usually remind me of people so this will be hard. oh, the song lip gloss reminds me of 4pp because i still remember i think it was nolan (might have been one of the others) singing along with it on a kareoke song game and fucking just started singing some other stupid song over it because he was just so baffled by lip gloss

You can’t call dibs on a person. People are PEOPLE. They’re alive and have their own minds and feelings and emotions. You can call dibs on things, you can calls dibs on the chance to talk to someone, but you can’t calls dibs on the person themselves, and then get upset when they don’t feel the same way about you.
—  Me, when a friend of mine was singing some stupid country song about a girl calling ‘dibs’ on a guy.

I only like being home alone because then I can belt out all the songs I like without someone saying “stop being so sad” or “why are you singing that stupid song, its too cheerful”

Little Things

Driving around your home town with your best friend, sipping on a coke and singing along to stupid songs on the radio… Sometimes we take it for granted - and I too have before. My eyes are so opened now to the things I have and how fortunate I am to have them. Madness does carve its own reality, and I am so happy that my madness didn’t take my life a month or so ago. I am so relieved to be here, and forever grateful to the friend that is always saving me.

Some people need to chill and stop over analyzing every little thing an actress/actor says. I swear people are now just looking for any little excuse to hate on other people.
If a celebrity says or does something problematic then yes it is an issue. But we have to remember they’re fucking human beings. If they learn from their mistake, apologize for it, and move on in life better educated, and more willing to not repeat said mistakes than consider it a success. Stop taking them down every chance you get. I know it’s often said, but hate really isn’t the answer.
If they don’t learn and continue to be a shitty human, uncaring of their actions, then yes it’s okay not to like that person. It is not okay though to bully them. Hating and spouting cruel abusive terms to them honestly just puts you on the same level as them.

So ya’ll I realized that I should probably try to keep this blog DC-Vertigo-Marvel centric as intended from the very beginning [plus random stuff from me because of my ~shiny personality~] but Prison Break is one of my ‘new’ loves and I’m very aware some of my followers may not want spoilers/may not care about Prison Break soooo..

PB Sideblog anyone? I ADORE the URL. It’ll take me a bit to set up the blog cause I’m lazy, but yeaah.


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Seven months and sixteen days since you walked into my life with a bottle of champagne, a guitar and that goddamn smile.

Why do I find myself seven months and sixteen days later, once again next to you. This time we swapped the street for a sofa, the carabinieri for the flatmates of a friend, shushing us. Your hair is longer now and you have more stubble tonight. You tell me it’s because you’ve been growing it for a year. A stupid pact with the band. Everywhere my leg or side or arm so much as brushes against yours I feel electric. Id forgotton how gorgeous you are. You sing stupid songs about ramorra to me and I can feel the heat under my collar. You sing in English; accent thick. I want to taste it on my tongue.

You know I really thought I’d gotten you out of my mind. Now I realise you were never in my mind. You have always been in the rhythm of my blood as it races through my body. You have always been scratching the depths of my soul. You have always been hidden under my heartbeat; there, but never visible. There, but never in reach.


If you’re gonna stand me up just say you don’t want to hang out to begin with. I’m not stupid. Don’t lead me on and blow me off. I’ve been waiting on someone, anyone to hang out with since 11; it’s bullshit that you can’t tell me straight up you’re not coming. SERIOUSLY. Last time I checked everyone around me is at least almost 20. You’d think people would grow out of it but no, it just gets worth with age. COUNT ON YOURSELF, and yourself only. None else is reliable. Drink a little by yourself, and so what if no ones with you? Spend that time being yourself and singing out load to stupid songs, and talking to yourself because you know you won’t have a smart remark. Believe in YOURSELF; nobody else.

“Congratulations! You’re not perfect! It’s ridiculous to want to be perfect anyway. But then, everybody’s ridiculous sometimes, except perfect people. You know what perfect is? Perfect is not eating or drinking or talking or moving a muscle or making even the teensiest mistake. Perfect is never doing anything wrong – which means never doing anything at all. Perfect is boring! So you’re not perfect! Wonderful! Have fun! Eat things that give you bad breath! Trip over your own shoelaces! Laugh! Let somebody else laugh at you! Perfect people never do any of those things. All they do is sit around and sip weak tea and think about how perfect they are. But they’re really not one-hundred-percent perfect anyway. You should see them when they get the hiccups! Phooey! Who needs ’em? You can drink pickle juice and imitate gorillas and do silly dances and sing stupid songs and wear funny hats and be as imperfect as you please and still be a good person. Good people are hard to find nowadays. And they’re a lot more fun than perfect people any day of the week.”