sorry but i just remembered this existed

MBTI and F. Scott Fitzgerald quotes

- There are all types of love in this world but never the same love twice
- Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself and laissez-faire for others

- Personality is an unbroken series of sucessful gestures
- It was only a sunny smile, and little it costs in the giving, but like morning light scattered the night and made the day worth living

- The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want
- So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry

- I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go
- It was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life

- It’s not a slam at you when people are rude. It’s a slam at the people they’ve met before
- I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I want you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight

- I wish I have done everything on earth with you
- Things are sweeter when they’re lost, I know because I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted, and when I got it, it turned to dust in my hand

- Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss
- I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you find the strength to start all over again

- There are only the pursued, pursuing, the busy and the tired
- The loniest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly

- A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress
- And in the end, we were only humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness

- For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be
- Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall

- Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness
- The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function

- It’s funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you
- Live the full life of mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the romance of unusual

- Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat: the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure, but the deep satisfactions that come out of struggle
- I’m a romantic: a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t

- You are the finest, loveliest, tanderest and most beautiful person I have ever known - and even that is an understandment
- There’s something between us; a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you

- Living your life is a task so difficult, it has never been attempted before
- Why don’t you tell me that “if the girl had been worth having she’d have waited for you?” No, sir. The girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody

- Genious is the ability to put into effect what is in your mind
- Nothing is beneath you if it is in the direction of your life

Happy National Book Day

anonymous asked:

"No dude, that's a bike. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "Cased closed... this is how your justice ends. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "Why would you need a key? There's a switch just down next to the steering wheel. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "It was fun while it lasted, goodbye. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" "My sole interest is uncovering the truth. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)" I am having WAY TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS.

“Darkiplier VS Antisepticeye” is Mark’s Effort to Take Back Control From Dark: A Theory

(Disclaimer: I know nothing about any of Jack’s egos, so this is entirely about Mark’s. Disclaimer 2, Electric Boogaloo: I had my Frosted Mini Wheats like two hours late today, and that threw off my groove, so I’m sorry if I’m less eloquent than usual. Disclaimer III- This Time, It’s Personal: The only reason this isn’t under a read more is because someone told me to do that last time, but they weren’t very nice about it, so now I’m being petty. I’m sorry for being the worst. I still love you guys, though.)

In my last theory, we discussed the possibility that Dark is trying to take back control through more subtle means this time, and that he has a plan that we didn’t get to see during Markiplier TV. He’s been slowly giving hints of his existence in videos, teasing just enough to get people talking. He hasn’t revealed himself outright in any videos since Markiplier TV; he hasn’t denied being in them, either. 

Remember this interaction between @markiplier and @hufflepufftrax?

Mark quickly dispels rumors about Darkiplier when they’re not true. Why, then, would he not clear the air during the chaos of World’s Quietest Let’s Play 4, or any other video that has stirred up the community a great deal more than this photo ever did? The logical train of thought, then, is that these really were Dark appearances and we are supposed to know it. So, if Dark has been going about this so carefully all along, why would he reveal himself by sharing the spotlight in a comedy sketch? The short answer is that he wouldn’t. The reality is… say it with me now… it’s just Mark impersonating Dark!

Yeah, I know, no shock there. You’ve been hearing that since the video dropped. I talked about it when answering an ask, which I’m screenshotting and dropping below for your convenience, because I’m just a nice gal like that.

So now we have to ask, why would Mark do this? If Dark really is starting to take back control, this would be a dangerous time to pull a stunt like this, wouldn’t it? Well, it makes sense when you consider the fact that Mark has all but run out of options. 

Every time Dark is hinted at, the community goes wild. It doesn’t matter how subtle the hint may be- if the lights in the background of a video are red and blue, someone will point it out. Someone will draw him. Someone will get excited. And then, over time, everyone will get excited. 

Even if Mark tried to warn us, it only fueled the fire. Reaching out for help, trying to tell us that Dark is here– it is exactly what Dark wants. So Mark now has to try a different tactic. The only way that Dark can lose at this point is if he loses his allure to the viewers, and the only way to do that is to use his own method against him: Dark is pretending to be Mark, and now Mark is pretending to be Dark in order to discredit him. More specifically, he’s trying to get Dark out of the way, impersonate him, and make a fool out of him. That sounds… familiar, doesn’t it? Have we heard that somewhere before?

What if I change up the tense a little and word it a bit more like this?

“Pushed aside. Replaced. Mocked.”

Originally posted by rubies-and-oaktrees

That rings a few more bells, doesn’t it?

When we put all of these things together, a picture starts to form: Mark kept Dark at bay for years by making him a joke, but then he made the mistake of letting down his guard. Letting him back in. Now, Mark is fighting back using the only method that he has ever known to work. Why wouldn’t it this time? Making silly edits, taking over Mark’s twitter with edgy, emo poetry… it was enough to dissuade the community last time. So what could make it fail now? How could humor no longer be sufficient to drive Dark away?

The key difference this time is that Dark is not simply a wisp of a presence like he was years ago. He can’t be laughed off anymore. He is here. He is real. He is powerful. He does not like to be mocked, and this action from Mark will most definitely have consequences.

And the blame for that, really, falls on all of us. As Mark said all those years ago, we made Dark real.  Back then, he had to resort to humor to keep Dark at bay, because none of us would listen to him when he warned us. Now, history’s repeating itself,  but the outcome isn’t so sure this time. We learned nothing in the process. Now Dark has become too strong, because we, the viewers, keep letting him back in. Mark tries to tell us that Dark is here and we are thrilled about it.

So, really, the question isn’t, “Why would Mark do this?”

The question is, 

Why didn’t we listen?

overworked | yoongi

Originally posted by parkejimins

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst/fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: It was like he forgot you existed, he forgot who you were and what you were to him. He had built up his walls once again, and this time you couldn’t break them down. 

Reader’s POV

“Oh..I see.” you said softly, trailing off as Taehyung sighed on the other end.

“I’m sorry noona, I know it’s been forever since you’ve seen him…has he not visited home?” he asked.

You let out a humorless chuckle, as you replied,“ I’d be surprised if he even remembered where I lived.”

“Oh noona, I’m sure it’s not like that! It’s just with the comeback coming soon, he’s just been stressed out a lot lately you know?” Taehyung reasoned.

“I guess so Taehyung-ah…It’s okay, I understand…Just let him know I called at least, okay?” you asked him.

“I will noona…I’ll also knock some sense into him, okay?!” he said, causing you to laugh a little at the boy.

“Thanks Taehyung-ah…” you trailed off as you said your goodbyes and ended the call, slumping against your couch that’s been empty of Yoongi and his cuddles for almost 3 weeks now.

That’s right, for almost a month it was as if Yoongi, your boyfriend, had fallen of the face of the planet. You’d call him and he’d rarely pick up while his texts were always short and ended with ’Im busy, text you laters’“.

You were tired of it honestly, missing him and his warm embraces, his gummy smiles which were always directed at you and the way he would murmur the sweetest of words into your ear as you drifted asleep in his arms every night.

But for the last month, it was anything but that and you felt yourself breaking apart slowly.

It scared you how dependent you were of him, how much you relied on him and how much you needed him.

And the fact that it didn’t seem like he felt the same scared you even more.

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a big problem i have with su is like pearl gets more and more like the obsessive lesbian going after a straight woman like cause rose is never really seen reciprocating things like… one time they fused and thats about it.

like in story for steven when pearl is shown jealous and says “i can sing” everyone just laughs at her and that just makes me really sad

like she started out really well but like the show is now making her be manipulative and just butchering her character.

pearl was always shown to be very kind and concerned about everyone and like sworn to the sword shes bad to connie and like roses scabbard she lets steven fall and like the entire sardonyx arc like…. she was never like that before and like also no one really calls her out on it on the show yet other characters do shit and theyre vilified (bismuth)

like it really makes me not like pearl anymore

|| needy ||

{summary: i’ve never been so needy before in my life.}

A lot of readers want more fuckboi!peter parker, so here’s || absolutely || written in his pov 👅👅👅

im also gonna put this out there but cartel’s [[the perfect mistake]] is fuckboi!peter parker’s theme song ♡

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @fandom-flash , @babeychocolatemai , @animexchocolate, @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @literatureandimmature, @daydr3ams-away, @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. Reblogs are fine**

warnings: mentions of sexual content, explicit language & attempts at an attack


Despite everything that’s being said about me (even if most of them are true), I genuinely did love Liz Allan, and she was honestly the first one I have ever been intimate with.

I met her on the academic decathlon team and recall joining it solely for the purpose of getting closer her, the team’s captain. I was in love with the waves of her dark hair and constantly imagined what her smooth, mocha skin would taste like against my lips.

When we started dating, it was like a dream come for me.

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Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”


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Otherkin are not delusional. We just remember who we were, or who we were meant to be.

Wolfkin are not furries by definition. They just wish they could be with their pack again.

Fictionkin do not just really really like a fictional character. They are that character in heart and soul.

Ghostkin don’t just really love spooky things. They feel at home among them, because that is where they lived.

Otherkinity isn’t a mental deviance. But otherkin can be mentally ill, so treat those who are with the respect they deserve for the fight they’re winning. Because if you’re alive, you’re fighting. And you’re winning.

Dragonkin don’t eat real gemstones/valuable metals. They know humans can’t eat those, they aren’t stupid.

Spacekin are as normal and as valid as anybody else. Planets may well have souls too.

Plantkin do not care if you mow your lawn. They may care about deforestation, but hell, so should you.

Otherkin are human too. Treat us with respect.

Birdkin don’t think they can fly. All otherkin are aware their bodies are human.

Merkin don’t just love the water. Their souls remember that the water is their home.

Elementalkin aren’t just trying to be special snowflakes. They were the heart and soul of their element, and their souls remember it.

You wouldn’t tell someone their religion is invalid. You hopefully don’t go around telling people their gender identities or sexualities don’t exist. So why tell us we can’t be otherkin? Treat us as you would any other human being. With respect and kindness. Try to move forward to a better understanding, instead of dismissing us out of hand.

(Sorry I couldn’t include every kintype, there are just so many!)

son0fdeath  asked:

What if nico legit asked "What's Obama's last name?" Wouldn't that just be dandy

((too bad obama doesn’t exist anymore))

Nico: Hey, you know the president?

Will: Trump?

Nico: No, the one before him. The one who isn’t a douche. Obama?

Will: Yes, what about him?

Nico: What’s Obama’s last name?

Will: Obama.

Nico: Yes, him. What’s his last name?

Part One | Part Two

When did you first know?

The question is a simple one in theory, and it’s also one to which Sherlock has given quite a lot of thought in the past, most notably when he was in his depressed moods and wanted to torture himself with the more wonderful images of John that he had stored up in his Mind Palace.  It’s no longer torture to remember those times, to picture those small smiles and shared giggles that were so frequent early on in their acquaintance, but there is still a dull ache that resonates within him at the thought they had wasted so much time.

He flicks through his favorite memories now, a quick perusal before settling on one that seems so very inconsequential but that he has never been able to shake away.  John is watching him, that same impossibly soft look in his eyes, a look that Sherlock still can’t believe is directed towards him.

Sherlock pulls his bottom lip between his teeth briefly and then takes a deep breath, settling his hands on the arms of his chair again.  “The first time I knew was the day we met with Sebastian.”

John frowns.  “Sebastian?”

“Sebastian Wilkes from the bank, you remember.”

John’s eyes light up.  “Oh, the Blink Banker case!”

Sherlock rolls his eyes and is on the verge of making a comment about how John really needs to work on his titles, but John’s expression suddenly shifts, the light in his eyes fading and his lips turning downward.

“That long ago?” he asks, and there’s something so unexpectedly sad in his voice, a quiet note that squeezes Sherlock’s heart.

He clears his throat.  “Well.  Yes.  I was–it was quite early on in our…friendship that I realized I was…”

Falling in love with you.  The words won’t form even though he’s thought them so many times that it’s become an integral part of who he is.  But neither of them have said it out loud yet, a fact which hadn’t really seemed important until this moment.  

There hadn’t been any dramatic declarations, no emotional outbursts.  It had been simple, in the end; John had come home with the shopping, heavy bags hanging from each hand, and Sherlock had turned from his place by the window (where he’d been watching as John trudged down the street, head bent against the cold).  And John had met his eyes and given him that smile, the one he frequently used to hide behind when he was feeling more emotionally tired than usual, and Sherlock had decided right then and there.  In three strides he was across the room, and it turned out that deciding to kiss John Watson had been the simplest thing he’d ever done.

He remembers the way John’s mouth, so cold from the biting chill outside, had warmed beneath his lips, his tongue; the way John’s shock had melted almost immediately, fading into heartfelt reciprocation as the groceries spilled to the floor at their feet and his hands, free of their burden, slid into Sherlock’s hair. From there, the bedroom was only a few stumbling steps away, and neither of them had looked back since.

Saying the words simply hadn’t seemed necessary after everything they had told each other with their bodies.  All of the longing and frustration and emotion had come pouring out of them in such a physical shape that they had never stopped to really define it with words.  Or perhaps, Sherlock thinks now, they had both been too afraid to give them voice.


John’s hand touches his own where it’s curled on the armrest, and Sherlock is startled out of his memories.  He realizes he must have been silent for some time because John has moved, is now perched on the very edge of his seat, his knees nearly knocking against Sherlock’s.

“There you are,” he says, smiling softly, his head tilting as he searches Sherlock’s face for clues as to where his mind might have taken him.

Sherlock lets out a breath and flips his hand over, catching John’s fingers in his own.  “I’m sorry, I was…distracted.”

“You all right?”

“Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.  Where was I?”

John rests his elbows on his knees but keeps hold of Sherlock’s hand, folding it in between both of his own.  “The day we went to see Sebastian.”

“Right.  Yes.  It was before that, though, before the case began.”

John’s thumb rubs a warm, smooth line back and forth across Sherlock’s palm, and it makes him want to close his eyes and just exist in this moment, a feeling he can’t ever remember having had before he’d let John Watson touch him.

“I don’t remember,” John says, sounding apologetic, which is ridiculous. Sherlock supposes he must think they’re talking about some significant moment in their lives, something that should stand out.

He shakes his head.  “No, you wouldn’t.  It was…you had just come back to the flat.  You’d gone out to get the shopping.”

John’s confusion seems to increase, and he opens his mouth, but Sherlock goes on before he can say anything.

“You were in a bit of a state,” he says, and he can’t help the fondness that colors his tone.  “Apparently the chip-and-pin machine had been giving you some trouble.”

Realization dawns slowly across the lines of John’s face, first in the widening of his eyes and then in the shaping of his lips into a small “oh.”

“You…that was when you knew?” he asks, and he sounds so disbelieving that Sherlock laughs.

“That was when I began to know, yes.”

John shakes his head slowly, seemingly bewildered.  “But…why?  I was such a grumpy arse that day–”

“It was cute,” Sherlock says before he can stop himself.

John’s eyebrows rise so high on his forehead that Sherlock almost can’t see them beneath his fringe, which is quite a feat considering the length of John’s hair.  Sherlock’s cheeks flood with heat, and when John opens his mouth, presumably to give him the teasing of a lifetime, he glares as fiercely as he can.

“Not.  A.  Word,” he says through his teeth.

John’s mouth shuts with an audible click, but his eyes are wide, and he pulls his lips between his teeth in a clear effort to restrain his laughter.  Sherlock continues to glare at him, but it doesn’t seem to be having any effect whatsoever, and only a few seconds pass before John can no longer contain himself.  He breaks down into uncontrollable giggles, leaning forward to press his forehead to the back of Sherlock’s hand, which he still has a hold on.

Sherlock sighs and falls back against his chair in a dramatic fashion.  “Oh, go on then.”

John shakes his head, still bent double.  “Cute,” he gasps through his laughter. “I didn’t even know you knew that word!”

Sherlock rolls his eyes, but John’s giddiness is infectious, and, try as he might, he can’t quite keep his own face straight.  “Well, you should’ve been recording it because I’m never saying it again,” he says, but the sour effect he’s going for is lost in the twist of his lips.

John straightens up, tugging at Sherlock’s hand insistently.  “Oh, god, c’mere,” he says.  His eyes are damp, and his smile is so huge he can hardly kiss properly, but Sherlock really doesn’t mind, not when John is climbing clumsily into his lap, his hands warm on either side of his face, tilting it back to get better access to his mouth.

“I can’t believe you think I’m cute,” John whispers, and Sherlock pinches his side in retaliation.  John’s answering laugh bubbles up against Sherlock’s mouth, and Sherlock’s hand curls around the back of his skull, holding him there.  John’s lips turn soft and pliant, his smile fading with a soft noise as Sherlock’s tongue slicks into his mouth.

He’s lost in it almost instantly, in the press of John’s body, the heat of his hands through the thin fabric of Sherlock’s shirt, the feeling of John’s hair between his fingers.  His mind goes quiet except for the thought of more, and his hips push up, seeking blindly, wanting

“Mm, wait,” John murmurs, and his hands curl around Sherlock’s shoulders, stilling him.  “Not yet.”

“Hmm?”  His brain is too weighted with lust to say anything more coherent, a fact that would have horrified him only a week ago, before he knew what it felt like to have John Watson in his arms.

John pulls away slightly, sitting back against Sherlock’s thighs.  Sherlock attempts to follow, but John catches his chin in one hand, his thumb sliding across his lower lip, causing tingles to erupt down Sherlock’s spine.

“We had a deal, remember?” John says.  His eyes remain fixed on Sherlock’s mouth for another moment before he lifts them to meet Sherlock’s hooded gaze. “You tell me yours, and I tell you mine.”  He smiles.  “My turn.”

Part One | Part Two

OKAY so that ended up being longer and a bit…more than I meant for it to, but there you have it.  I’d like to go ahead and say that this was rather inspired by @thespiritualmultinerd‘s comment on this post here.  After reading that I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so you have them to thank for this.  :D

I guess there will now be a part three because I can never seem to do anything easily lmao.  Thanks for reading, friends, I hope it was worth the little wait.  <3 Just tags below the cut.  I apologize if I left anyone out.  <3

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99 starters inspired by lorde’s album ‘melodrama’  
——   alcohol tw / car crash tw / suggestive tw /  *  feel free to switch up the pronouns or the wording.


every night, i live & die.
it’s just another graceless night.
i hate the headlines & the weather.
when we’re dancing, i’m alright.
this is how we get notorious.
we are young & we’re ashamed.
all of our heroes are fading.
now i can’t stand to be alone.
let’s kiss and then take off our clothes.
all these nights spent off our faces, trying to find these perfect places.
what the fuck are perfect places anyways?


our days & nights are perfumed with obsession.
half my wardrobe is on your bedroom floor.
i drink up your movements, & i still can’t get enough.
i overthink your punctuation use. not my fault, just a thing i do.
but lover, you’re the one to blame.
can you hear the violence? the megaphone in my chest?
i call & you come through. i’d blow all my friendships to come & sit in hell with you.
we’re the greatest. they’ll hang us in the louvre — down the back, but who cares — still the louvre.
i know that you’re not my type.
just move in close to me.


he says he made a big mistake dancing in my storm… says it was poison.
play at romance, we slow dance in the living room.
you’re a liability.
i understand, i’m a liability.
i’m a little much for everyone.
the truth is that i’m a toy that people enjoy, ‘til all of the tricks don’t work anymore, then they are bored of me.
i know that it’s exciting, but i’m better off alone.


oh, god, i’m clean out of air in my lungs.
it’s all gone.
it’s time we danced with the truth.
i’m acting like i don’t see every ribbon that you used to tie yourself to me.
my hips have missed your hips.
will you sway with me?
but what will we do when we’re sober?
we pretend that we just don’t care.
i know you’re feeling it too.
i know this story by heart.
in the morning, you’ll be dancing with all the heartache.


don’t know you super well, but i think that you might be the same as me.
let’s let things come out of the woodwork.
i’ll give you my best side, & tell you all my best lies.
we’re dancing with our shoes off!
you know i think you’re kinda awesome, right?
our rules, our dreams.
we’re blowing shit up with homemade dynamite.
we’ll end up painted on the road, red & chrome.
now you really know it’s gonna blow.


in my head, i play a supercut of us, with all the magic that we gave off, all the love we had & lost.
when i reach for you, there’s just a supercut.
we keep trying to talk about us.
i’m someone you maybe might love.
in my head, i do everything right.
in my head, when you call, i forgive & not fight.
we are wild & fluorescent.


please could you be tender?
let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through.
it’s late & this song is for you.
i remember the rush, when ‘forever’ was us, before all of the winds of regret & mistrust.
now our love is a ghost.
well, i guess i should go.
these are what they call hard feelings of love.
the sweet words & fevers leave us all out here in the cold.
god, i wish i believed you when you told me this was my home.
i care for myself the way i used to care about you.
why even try to get it right?
when you outgrow a lover, the whole world knows but you.
it was real for me.
this is my favorite tape!
bet you wanna rip my heart out. well, guess what? i like that.
i’m gonna mess your life up.
we’re a loveless generation.

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The way I feel about you has never faded, I’ve just gotten better at hiding it.

The veins from my smile never reflect the same heartbeat twice, but it doesn’t stop me from trying to leave the night as quietly as the weight of my hand traces promises into your eyes.

I forgot to take a deep breath when I came up for air and followed the light of your breath into a mirror that only trap eclipsed paths we’ve already tread.

I wanted to ask where you’ve been, but hearing your voice was like trying to paint a rainbow between two continents that have never existed.

Remembering you is like trying to read a book that’s missing some pages.

I forgave you from the same place I lost myself.

The thing about being completely broken is, you can rebuild yourself into someone entirely new.

Rain can love a flower enough to help it grow, but it can also drown it..and that’s what it’s like to get close enough to hold my hand.

They say our best days are just the names of our favorite people, and I’m sorry I haven’t asked how your smile is doing; I promise I’m only walking away to remember what it’s like to come home.

I’m a grave of feelings I wish you fought for, a funeral of silence you’ve traded for sleep.

Loneliness is feeling homeless within four walls.

Don’t worry baby, we can start it all over again until we get it right.

—  11 truths and a lie.

Sorry for the present and upcoming severe lack of content guys weekends don’t exist anymore in college. Anyway here’s something from a couple months ago? Drew Sauron a Siamese cat and tried giving him expression. I forgot where I read Tolkien said cats were Mordor creatures? Specifically Siamese I can’t remember. @misbehavingmaiar did some I thought it was cute. Maybe next time I’ll get Sauron in the picture instead of just recycling his legs lmao

Let the game begin

Originally posted by 7thvelvet

Pairing: You / Sehun

Type: very explicit smut

Word count: 4,5K

Summary: Every saturday night you go out, and every saturday night you flirt with some poor guys just to get them to buy you drinks and then you ditch them. Then one night someone sees right through your game.

Another saturday night, another night out. Every saturday night it’s the same deal, you come, you flirt with some poor guy to get you free drinks, you get wasted, you ditch him and you leave. It’s all a game to you.

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heartbroken meme.
  • “you’re not the person i fell in love with.”
  • “you’re not who i thought you were.”
  • “i can’t trust you anymore.”
  • “how could you lie to me about this?
  • “why didn’t you tell me?
  • “you played with my emotions.”
  • “what, so this was all a game to you?
  • “you should have told me.”
  • “i’m not sorry.”
  • “did you really think you could get away with this?
  • “i’m no one’s first choice.”
  • “what did you expect?
  • “i need some time to process this.”
  • “it’s over, isn’t it?
  • “we’re done.”
  • “i can’t move on.”
  • “you’re nothing without me.”
  • “i’m not going to stay when i’m clearly not wanted.”
  • “i’m useless.”
  • “what is the point of all this?
  • “if i can go back in time, i’d try to change things.”
  • “in our next life, let’s not meet again.”
  • “the thing we are best at doing is hurting each other.”
  • “happy endings don’t exist, do they?
  • “sorry for the promises i didn’t keep.”
  • “falling for someone is going to hurt no matter what." 
  • "you’re worth the pain.”
  • “i was so blind, that i never saw what was in front of me.”
  • “i was so naive to think you’d be different.”
  • “i can’t believe i thought that something would last forever.”
  • “it’s amazing how you just move on.”
  • “some things are better off left unsaid.”
  • “which is worse: to forget? or to remember?
  • “fuck you, you never cared.”
  • “i won’t let this be how it ends.”