sorry for my reflection

i think one of the main things ive told myself to always remember for this year and from now on was the conversation tatianna and rupaul had on rupaul’s drag race. tatianna says, “never try to win over the naysayers and the haters, put all of your energy into impressing the people who were supporters of you from the beginning. 

then rupaul continued and said, “ i aint got time for the people who hate me, im too busy loving the people who love me.”

i hope you guys will remember this too for whatever you do. be with people that make you feel important, don’t chase people that wont ever give you the time of day.


“And why did you play this game?”

“Board games are played when you get bored.”

“Not this one!!!”

let’s talk about JJ for a sec

it’s good to see JJ failing tho. i don’t mean like “yes finally that sucker deserves it” but more like “aww i never thought this canadian babe would be relatable” and “It’s good to see him fail because in life, too much confidence will consume you, turning that confidence into anxiety and pressure to succeed for the people you love”

i don’t think you guys understand how satisfying it is to flip/fix the (many) ugly reflections of dt in the minor character like first we have this:

okay well, it’s not as bad as all the other ones, pretty subtle right, but hOLD ON JUST A JIFFEH, bc with two clicks you got this:

i mean praise jesus

I KNOW THIS QUOTE IS OLD BUT I STILL LIKE IT anyway i hope you had a merry christmas 



aHAHahHAhah lets joke about my hideous face together

 thanks @minsuga–genius for tagging me you’re gorgeous asdfhk

I TAG: @johnnyseod @jin-oppa @smolmarkhyuck @gfnamjoon 

didnt want to tag anyone i wasnt too close with but you’re welcome to do it if you want !!

we hold truths under our tongues for fear of how they might break us

Kakasaku Week 2016, Day 1: Salty 

The training grounds of Konohagakure are not unused to conflict, but the raw pain and fury seeping out on currents of chakra from one of the most distant and forested areas is enough to warn off any shinobi with the smallest modicum of sense.

The fight is one a long time in coming, built on old hurts and bitterness and too much left unsaid. Kakashi wishes he’d never let it finally come into being. But Sakura had challenged him to a spar with too much fury running through her veins to accept his attempts at brushing her off. She had pushed and pushed and pushed—something almost a snarl on her face—until he’d given in.

When she’d led him far from their usual training ground, it had only served as confirmation that this wasn’t just about a spar.

Kakashi had known that they were reaching a breaking point. Could feel it with every mission where he issued a command for Sakura to stand down, to pull back, to not engage. He just hadn’t quite been expecting this: Sakura like a poison coated blade in the night, all focused intent and fury, all the more dangerous in the hands of an inexperienced novice. He’d half expected her to cut herself to pieces in her rage, but she’s focused razor-sharp and more deadly than he’s ever seen, than he’s ever expected her capable of being, even in his darkest musings.

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something-resembling-gumption  asked:

So. Each direwolf reflects their Starkling. But I never got how Ghost reflected Jon? Or is he not supposed to...? Maybe I need to read more carefully...

Hey, sorry this sort of got lost amidst the wreckage that is my inbox, and while I’m sure there’s a discussion like this already out there, I’m gonna go ahead and put together the evidence I gathered because both Ghost and Jon are very important to me, and Ghost is my favorite direwolf as well as the one who is downright chockfull of symbolism.

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right now the glass is half full
it is sitting on the counter
sweating down its sides
my fingers curl around it
leaving prints on the glass
meeting my parted lips

now the glass is half empty
and my breath fogs up the sides
and I fear I will see
my own reflection
if I look too close
so my hands let go

now the glass is empty
I am surrounded by
thousands of fragments
and in each one there
is a reflection of me

I watch droplets of water
spill over the counter top
and form a puddle on the ground
I pick up the pieces
that slice the tips of my fingers
I’m sorry for destroying my reflection.

—  Leigh, day 356