so i am hating on myself

Kdjfkdkdjdjdh I don’t like or enjoy casual sex at all but I also place all my self worth on how attractive I am to strangers (which I measure by how well I can get casual sex) but I’m terrible at getting casual sex because I don’t actually want to have casual sex so obviously I don’t put any effort into getting it!!!!! And then I see other people enjoying casual sex and all I can do is just hate myself???!!!!

My Opinion: The Final Problem

Okay, so The Final Problem was very different. But I honestly loved it! I thought the way Moffat tied everything together was brilliant and beautifully told. A lot of people just don’t understand it, at least I think (no disrespect). I think he thought of the whole storyline before he finished the series.

A lot of people say they hate it because “Johnlock didn’t become canon.” Although I am a Johnlock shipper myself, I still thought the episode was amazing. It was well crafted and made me cry… THREE FREAKIN TIMES!!!

Steven Moffat is a creative genius. Can’t wait to see what he does with S10 of Doctor Who.

What did everyone else think?

anonymous asked:

Did you ever feel embarrassed about writing smut? I was writing some last night and this morning when I woke up I immediately felt ashamed and wanted to delete it. Do you have any suggestions on how to feel more comfortable writing smut? I want to but I can't seem to convince myself I'm not being weird

Oh I was so awkward at first. Still am. I wanted to delete everything when my best friend stumbled upon my blog because I’d just written the filthiest smut. It was bad. I wanted to delete everything. It ruined a friendship. All because of how ashamed I was.
What you have to do is remind yourself that there’s nothing wrong with it. We spend so much time doing the things we love while hating ourselves. And I attribute it all to the misogyny of man who shame women for liking anything. And whether or not you’re a woman, the problem still lies with it. Fanfiction and fanart are looked down upon because of the association with women. When men do it, it’s ok. And that’s messed up.
So if anything do it out of spite. Like, “hey, I should be able to do things I love with no guilt! Fuck you!”
The more you do it the less guilty you’ll feel as well. And having a good support system will help you so much. Good luck my friend! Keep on writing!

I’m fighting my emotions because I kind of hate the fact that someone let me go but am in a constant state of its time to love and respect myself so I’m trying to ignore this being in my life but this person has affected me and it’s so fucked like shit dude what now??

I abandoned this space in a moment of unhappiness, to try and escape from my thoughts and feelings.

My life is incredibly upside down at the moment but looking back to this time three years ago, I was an incredibly unhappy person and I’ve had a REALLY good three years since then. I’m grateful to have built a career, a home and a love.

It is killing me to lose what I’ve strived for and what I’ve given for but three years ago I was a terrible and miserable person. My general “unhappiness” doesn’t even compare to how I felt then in the slightest.

I hated myself, this city, where I was working, where I was living. For the last three years I’ve lived in a beautiful home and woken up next to someone I couldn’t love more than I do right now, with a dog who loves us unconditionally.

I am so so so incredibly sad to move onto the next chapter of my life alone, but I’m glad I’m not where I was before.

I am lost, and maybe in another three years I’ll be found.

unfollow me because im retarded and i cant read a piece of paper that says 1 appt at 12 pm and another at 2 

i went to an appt at 12 , instead of 2 , i am dumb

i dont deserve this

im so dumb

why do u guys like me 

im so dumbbb this is so stupid i hate myself omg my god 

@quietlyprim thank you for helping me to accept being trans. despite everything, you were the first person to introduce me to tjlc and i do not regret it. you opened my eyes to so much and i swear i am not going to go back to hating myself. sherlock and john are queer and that belief is enough to me. ‘who you are, it doesn’t matter’ is the biggest lie and disgusting thing i have ever heard and never ever believe it, ever. 

who you are matters. and one day, if we’re very, very lucky. someone will tell the story of how sherlock and john are queer, and everyone will see how much it matters.

things i want to do on this blog: 

  • post photos and talk about my crystal collection.
  • make a post about my thoughts on tools being used to communicate with spirits. this is probably gonna be my first post on tips and tricks i’ll be making!
  • maybe do an interview with L? he saw one of those posts going around and i hate to copy people’s ideas but he seemed so interested and excited in doing an interview. he’s not very talkative, so something like this is very new territory for him! i am proud of him for wanting to try something like that.
  • take photos and talk about my tarot/oracle card collection.
  • begin doing (personal) daily tarot readings. my original thought was to do general tarot readings for anyone, but i think it would be nice to treat myself to personal little readings.
  • organize and retag posts so i can have readings, reading reviews, ancestors posts, posts for L, text posts, etc. all set up nicely. 

maybe this list will grow? hopefully it will shrink as i get these things done, though!


This picture of Lawrence has so much potential, that I had to try and make it all aesthetic-lookin. This wasn’t AT ALL what I had in mind when I started on it, but I like it nonetheless and it was really fun to work on! (Two versions cause I couldn’t pick, think I like the first one best tho)


This was stupid

This whole thing, it was so stupid, and it made Annabeth feel stupid, and she wasn’t stupid, she was smart, gods damn it, so why couldn’t she do this? She should have been able to do this.

She only realised she was crying when a tear splashed on to the page of her textbook, blurring the black letters printed on the white page. That tear falling felt like conceding defeat, and soon enough she was crying in earnest, sobbing hard enough that the words became even less intelligible than they’d already been.

She put her head down on the book and let herself cry, feeling terribly stupid and sorry and frustrated. Her whole face felt hot, flushed with anger and annoyance - at this essay, at herself, at the fact that she was a daughter of the goddess of wisdom and she couldn’t seem to write a simple fucking essay.

When the door to her room opened she instinctively straightened, grabbing her dagger and spinning in her seat to face the intruder. When she saw who it was she immediately collapsed back onto the desk, face first, letting her dagger fall to the floor. 

She heard Percy shut the door behind himself. There were a few soft footsteps, and then a gentle hand on her shaking shoulder and a quiet question. “Annabeth, hey, what’s up?”

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