strong bag


// 170221 //

Week three and I’m already dying; the jump from Year 10 to 11 is fairly significant and I’m definitely starting to feel the weight of my workload - literally. I didn’t realise how strong my bag was until after I managed to bring home the entire contents of my locker. Oh well, two more years and then it’s bye-bye to high school and hello to university!


R e n d !! 🔪 🔪

Yatogami and his Yukine ♡♡ 
I wanted to draw some meaningful/Japanesey things for the backgrounds aha. I hope it is fun figuring out what they mean ^^

 Watercolours on 200gsm


World Class.


Raquel Miller, San Francisco, Ca.

Shot at: Donaire Sr. Boxing Gym.

Oakland, Ca. 2015.

anonymous asked:

Hey <3 I really liked your Seventeen as Neighbors especially the Joshua one. Can I request Mark Jb and Jinyoung as neighbors?

i don’t write for got7 but i did a jinyoung neighbor thing for the au game so,,,
also they all look really good recently,,,,,gosh i love got7 

Jinyoung’s can be found here –> (x)


  • doesn’t really speak all that often, but is really polite. as in, to older tenants he always bows respectfully, to people his age he always smiles and nods, and to the kids he’s just super sweet bending down to ruffle their hair and laugh at whatever they tell him
  • and like he’s really athletic like you never see him use the elevator, he always runs up the stairs even though his apartments on the 10th floor 
  • the building you live in also has a park right across the street and if you wake up early enough you can look out of your window and see mark working out, doing pull ups on the monkey bars and whatnot
  • (sometimes in the summer he does this shirtless and let’s just say you’re not the only person looking out of their window completely mesmerized LOL)
  • has a cross on his door along with a little sticker of the taiwanese flag which were all sent to him in his first care package from his parents when he moved in alone
  • he’s really casual, you can see that in the way he dresses mainly in basketball shorts and hoodies, but his apartment is just the same. as in he’s got like no actual decorations in his apartment just work out equipment, his computer, and his bed,,,,
  • like he’s got photos of his family hung  up on the refrigerator but like ,,,, a proper table? nope. a wardrobe? don’t need it. a mirror? the bathroom has one don’t need another one LOL
  • and there’s another thing about mark,,,,he really ,,,,doesn’t know how to do laundry properly
  • and you’ve noticed this because you guys both do laundry really late and you’ve bumped into him a few times and every damn time you see him putting his lights and darks together and forgetting to change the waters temperature
  • and one day you see him standing there, looking down at a pair of jeans and you’re like “they shrunk didn’t they?” and he turns around to look at you and he’s like “how did you know?” and you’re like “because,,,,,you always put your jeans in hot water,,,,,you shouldn’t do that,,,,”
  • and marks like what you can change the temperature of the water?? and you’re like boy,,,,,,so you go over and carefully explain what all buttons on the machine are actually used for and mark sheepishly confesses that he thought everything was just good in its default setting and you’re like unfortunately,,,,no 
  • and you start putting your own clothes in and mark goes over to the dryer and once again begins to just dump everything in there
  • and you hurry over like “no for this you also need to sort everything out-”
  • and before you know it you’re back to explaining 
  • and mark listens, nodding along but then you make the mistake of looking up at him while you’re talking and he’s got his lips parted, tongue peeking out because he’s really concentrated on what you’re saying
  • and he looks,,,,,,so good and if you shift your eyes just a bit you’ll notice that the shirt he’s wearing is pretty loose and you know there’s his chest-
  • and you’re like “hand dry- dry - dry - dry,,,,” you basically stutter and have to catch yourself
  • and mark meets your eyes and sees your cheeks are red and he doesn’t even have to know why he just stands up straight and gives you a grin like “should i zip up my jacket, is it that distracting?”
  • and you’re like ASFDHJLDA what nOO,,,um,,,,,,as- as i was saying-
  • and mark laughs and you’re like oh god im so embarrassed 
  • but he’s like not laughing /at/ you he’s just like he thinks you’re really cute getting sidetracked by him
  • and he’s like “keep going, im listening” and when you’re done you’re like,,,,im gonna go,,,,hurry over and do my own laundry and maybeneverlookyouintheeyesagain
  • but before you do mark is like “let me thank you-”
  • and you’re like there’s no need, really but then he does something that makes you hide your face he lifts the hem of his jacket and shirt just a bit to flash his stomach and you’re like WHAT,,,,,and he bursts into laughter again
  • before apologizing and he’s like “sorry, sorry teasing you is just really fun - you look cute, but i mean it let me thank you by taking you to dinner sometime?”
  • and you’re like ,,,,,,,o,,,,,,ok,,,,,but seriously mark tuan keep your shirt on from now on
  • and marks like lmaooo ok but are you sure you don’t want another peek- and you’re like do nOT make me throw this detergent bottle at you


  • has the prettiest pet cat that always sits by the window and waits for jb to come home 
  • and sometimes you see it when you pass by and she’s so pretty,,,with bright blue eyes and you wave but then get embarrassed because PLEASE she’s a cat she can’t wave back
  • jb’s an avid reader but he keeps all his books in stacks on the floor of his living room and bedroom and he doesn’t have a proper bed, just a lay out futon 
  • and his kitchen, the places where you should be storing like plates and what not - full of books,,,,,like he eats out at the restaurants near the building and sometimes just lives off triangle kimbap for a week
  • he doesn’t really decorate but he does sometimes tear out a photo from a magazine of a pretty place like the forest or the amazon and puts it up because he likes nature
  • the problem is when youngjae gifted him a plant ,,,,he over-watered it and it died
  • now jb can’t live with the regret of hurting another plant so he just puts up photos LOL
  • and you know him on like a casual basis ,, like you both are the youngest people on your floor and also like you guys sometimes see each other at the local take-out places so it’s like on a hi/how are you/bye basis
  • but you,,,,,,really like jb
  • if not for the fact that he has a cat LOL but also like you like his personality because although on the surface he sometimes seems so stoic you’ve seen his warm smile, the one that comes out when he feeds stray animals or  is really immersed in a book
  • and you’ve seen him walk into trees and poles because he can’t pick his nose up from his book
  • and you’re like how can someone so undeniably, inhumanly handsome ,,,,,,be such a goofy person,,,,,,
  • but also whenever your eyes meet jb’s, even when you just say good morning to each other in passing, your heart speeds up and you just can’t,,,,,,you can’t do anything but look away in embarrassment 
  • until you find yourself walking home in horrible rain, muttering that the wind is so strong and that your bags going to get wet but you stop because in front of you is jb,,,,
  • jb on his knees in the middle of the street, hastily shoving things into his bag and under his arm and you step closer to see that someones abandoned a crate of old books outside of their doorstep
  • and jb is desperately trying to get them all out before the rain soaks them through
  • but he’s also wearing nothing but a long sleeved t-shirt so his back is drenched in rain and with this wind,,,,you’re worried he’ll catch a cold
  • so you come closer, leaning the umbrella you’re holding over jb so it covers him too and he notices, looking up in surprise and you meet his eyes and !!!! you apologize for coming over you just didn’t want him to get anymore wet
  • and just shakes his head and tells you that you should hurry home because the rain is getting worse 
  • but you stand there and wait as jb tries to get all the books and you use your free hand to put some in your own bag to help
  • and you don’t see but the corner of jb’s lips pull up into a small smile and once he has gathered all the books he’s like “let’s run so we get home quickly”
  • and you try to keep the umbrella up high but sometimes it knocks jb’s temple, but he doesn’t complain, he’s so thankful for you but you keep squeaking out apologizes like oh my god,,,, and he’s like no no it’s nothing
  • and once you’re indoors, jb shuffling around for his key he asks if you’d want to come in maybe,,,,,since you also are carrying some of the books 
  • and when you do you’re a bit shocked by how many books there really are and you’re just like ,,,,giggling because there’s empty coffee mugs balancing on books and there’s cat toys everywhere and uneven photos of flowers on the wall and like
  • you look at jb, whose trying to tidy up and stutters that he has no tea is water ok?? and you’re like “i won’t stay lon-”
  • but then the cat comes out and curiously weaves its way between your legs - meowing and jb’s like “you can pet her, she’s asking you to”
  • and you lean down, hand trembling a bit but the cat just nudges your palm with her head and your heart is EXPLODING because she’s so CUTE AND SOFT and 
  • jb is like laughing all of a sudden and you look over like ??? and he’s like “not to be rude, but you’re literally glowing - i didn’t know you liked cats so much” and you’re like “i like your cat so much, she’s so gorgeous”
  • and jb blushes like you just complimented him and not the cat but it’s cute he’s like “,,,,,yeah she is,,,,,pretty,,,,,”
  • and you sit down, the cat making a comfortable home in your lap and jb comes over to pass you a mug with water and you’re like “i don’t want to overstay, but she’s,,,,she’s asleep,,,,,,i don’t want to get up-” and jb is like “it’s fine no you can stay!” and he leans over to drag over the books he brought
  • and you notice how he’s still wearing his wet shirt and you’re like “um,,”
  • but then he looks at you and you freeze again because his eyes are such a deep brown, so clear that the light makes them look almost like stars, and your words get caught in your throat
  • and he’s like ?? and you’re like “s-s-s-shirt your- shirt is,,,,,wet,,,,,,,cold,,,,,,you’ll catch one,,,” and jb reddens a bit and he’s like oh let me go change,,,,
  • and you guys are both blushing now and you distract yourself by picking up a random book until jb comes back in another shirt and it’s like
  • you two are so awkward, but somehow like there’s something really cute and jb mentions that his cat doesn’t grow fond of people so quickly but with you it’s different
  • and when she finally wakes up, skipping out of your lap and walking over to find food you say your goodbyes but jb is like one sec
  • and he comes back with your umbrella and he’s like you almost forgot it here and you’re like “you should keep it!! you don’t have one do you” and he’s like howd you know 0: and you’re like “you don’t have much in your apartment,,,keep it,,,,”
  • and jb hesitates but smiles and thanks you but right as you leave through the door he goes 
  • “come back soon, i think my cat will miss you.” (he’ll miss you too) 

anonymous asked:

kings college stray chud au: hamilton finds chudley in an alley while walking to his 7am class one day and attempts to approach it thinking that it was a stray dog/cat, ham looks into chudleys eyes, chudley winks, hamilton walks away

“walks away” more like sprints directly to class, chugs his entire thermos of hot coffee in 40 seconds and sits at the back of the lecture hall staring at a point slightly above the projector screen

alex does not remember class that day. when he checks his notebook after lunch he finds 9 pages of I DID NOT SEE GOD written repeatedly in shaky, unfamiliar handwriting. chudley smiles knowingly from his alley

It’d be so easy to just let go. To quit. To take down a six-pack of strong ale and a bag of Sweet Tart Hearts every night while watching whatever sportsball is on. Doesn’t matter. Forget working out, forget parenting (such as that goes), forget caring, working, trying. Pass out when the feelings finally stop. Fuck it all.

I’m not there. But I can see it from here.

The New Winter Soldier

Request: I love love love your writing! could I have a Steve or Bucky imagine where the reader is an avenger who is captured by hydra and turned into a female winter soldier to get back at the avengers? the team doesn’t know Steve/Bucky likes the reader until they see how distraught he is. Can it have a happy ending?💖

A/N: Decided to go with Steve since I haven’t done a Steve imagine since Halloween… At first I thought I could maybe write the imagine with both Bucky and Steve in it with two different endings, but… chickened out. Also, I need to get these imagines done soon, I’m stressing over having them in my drafts for too long. Sorry for taking so long, I hope you all understand.
So, the reader is not  as shaken up as you’d probably expect her to be but the thing is I wrote this one three part series called Captured  a while back and the reader’s going through a lot and I just didn’t feel like  repeating that and just wanted to get this done asap. It ended up being so long and I hope this one is good enough. (Also, I’ve got to stop it with these long A/N’s) No requests for second part, please.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Words: 5,557

Warning: some angst

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These are Earthbag Homes! You can build them for under $5,000, which is pretty much nothing. It is my dream to have such a humble, natural home. You can build them under ground, above ground, or make the interior look any way you want. Also you don’t need to worry about mortgage! ;) I’ve had my mind set on building one of these for a few years now, & I’m glad to share this info with you. :)

Close Your Eyes

A/N: Finally getting this out! It’s not actually my first Cisco thing ever. I’m currently writing a full length fic for him! (It’s OC but still) This is kind of an excerpt from it. So, that’s why those powers were chosen. When (and if) I keep this in, I’ll be adjusting it, slightly. Anyway, thank you everyone for requesting! I know I have one more in my inbox (atm) and I’m gonna get it done asap! Thank you guys, again, you’re awesome. Also this was supposed to end before the time jump but I got carried away.

Pairing: Cisco Ramon x Fem!Reader

Words: 1,248

Summary: (Y/N) has a migraine and with her telepathic powers, it sucks. Cisco decides to help her because he likes her. They were supposed to ask the other out but, migraine. Hopefully they ask the other out soon.

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My Stage Management Kit

Alright, so some of my regular followers might have noticed that I have a silly tag system (or they’ve just noticed random tags that don’t seem to make sense).  For general theatre posts, often tech, I tag “techrider.”  For resources and references, I tag “pencilcup.”  And for most of my own posts, I tag “smkit.”  You know, to be cute.  But this time, I’m actually posting about my SM kit, and I’m pretty stoked, so I might just tag all three ‘cause what the hell, it’s my blog and I can screw with the system all I want.

Meet Samson:

Samson is a product of Artbin, made of a durable cloth material with (I discovered) luan siding.  Notice the sweet rolling luggage-style handle and the nice big snaps keeping the two pieces together.  The top has its own carrying strap, and the bottom (wheels attached) has two comfortable handles for hauling this beast in and out of my trunk when moving spaces.  Hopefully won’t have to move him much this summer, he’s not light.

Let’s open him up!

First glance does not do it justice–it is quite deep.  But let’s check out that neato zipper-pocket on the top flap:

That pocket is basically the size of the entire flap, but for now I’m just storing my headband and desk/clip/LED light.  ($10, Barnes & Noble, super sturdy bright light, I highly recommend it!)

Alright, and as for the rest of the top bin…

Bubba Zips, my stage management buddy, is coming along for the ride.  He loves the upgrade.

Time to unpack!

Here’s everything that fits comfortably in the top:

1.  Huge 4″ D-ring trapper keeper (regular binders are typical in stage management, but keep in mind that we’ll be in the elements this summer).
2.  Ruler, protractor, scale rule.
3.  Hole-punch.
4.  Spare water bottle.
5.  Bubba Zips.
6.  Umbrella.
7.  Clean rags.
8.  Main tape supply (spike, gaff, drafting, glow).
9.  Spike stick with scissors attached (thank you, Techblr!).
10.  Tape measure.
11.  Electric pencil sharpener.
12.  Gerber tool.
13.  Stun-gun (told you, public park).
14.  Personal medical kit.
15.  Outdoorsy things (bagged).
16.  Craft/sewing kit (bagged).
17.  Extended medical kit (bagged, large).
18.  Shakespeare reference book.

Moving on to the bottom, because we have a long way to go…

Electronics/etc. (shoe)box, office supplies box, office supplies bag, hardware box, toolkit, hygiene box, feminine hygiene bag, three packs of gum.

The pink-tab boxes (Artbin or something similar, I shopped around quite a bit) are fantastic.  Deep, sturdy, very strong.  The bags are nice as well, waterproof, clear-ish, and they smell awesome.

Basic toolkit:

…with more hardware-type things.  I’ve got rubber bands, glues, flashlights, lighter, spare screwdrivers, clips, a boxcutter, and one of those cool marker/cutter combo things.  Also a pen light, because you can never have enough little lights at the park.

This here is my electronics/et cetera box.  It includes (pictured above) another damn flashlight, spare scissors, fishing line, “other” tape, a table-clock, an AUX cable, and an iPhone cable (I don’t even have an iPhone…).  Pictured below, we have a box of batteries (AA, AAA, D), a speaker (compatible with the AUX cable), a Master Lock & keys, headphones, a USB-power adapter, and a flashdrive.

Next, we have a plethora of office supplies.  Post-its, tacks, sticky-tack, staples, clear and double-sided tape, eraser-heads, more rubber bands, tabs, paperclips, binder clips, page protectors, pens/pencils/highlighter, pencil sharpener, erasers, and a stapler.

Let’s see if I forgot anything…

Oh yeah, that quick-flick finger-moistener and the gluestick and white-out.

Next, the bag:  It contains less-used office supplies, like Elmer’s glue and a spare stopwatch, plus lots of stickers/labels.  Also a pack of notecards, and a pack of thank you cards, because you never know when you will owe someone a proper thanks!

Next up, hygiene…extra important when you’re working in nature!

Basic feminine hygiene is in an easy-go bag.  Here, we have Carmex, Wet Ones, Gold Bond, lotion, powder-scented antiperspirant, Colgate wisps, make-up wipes, facial tissue, a pack of bobby pins with hair-ties and barrettes wrapped around it, a scrunchie, a pack of Q-tips, Tide to-go sticks, and a brush/mirror combo.  Now let’s look under some of these things:

There’s also hand-sanitizer, baby powder, Listerine tabs, toothpaste, floss, a pencil-sharpener for makeup, a nail-clipper, tweezers, a lint-roller, and some cotton balls.

That’s all, folks!  Thanks for taking the tour.  Oh, and you know that tiny box of brads I forgot to pack yesterday?  Well, I packed away all the stuff again after these pictures, and realized I forgot that stupid little box again…so here it is, all alone.  Bubba is so disappointed in me.

g3 jives headcanons

» very tol. like very. thin with big hands and big feet he’s like a human ladder yet still somehow strong enough to lift bags of clean dirt

» still a cool dude, but more in a hipster way

» listens to alternative hip hop and maybe some dubstep

» sportaflop’s sidekick, takes care of the kids (mostly ziggy) and teaches them that beets are cool

» nature is your friend man c h i l l

» probably smokes weed but nobody caught him yet

» strawberry blond hair

» lot s of freckles !!!!

» garden is his most valued possession don’t step there

» this friend with embarrassing mom

» lactose intolerant and vegan

» teenager so he cares about fashion a bit

» cronches onions and garlic like appuls

anonymous asked:

Ok idk where the promts are but please Chlonath on anyone pf your choice! (If you're still doing them^^)

“I swear, if you get me sick, I’m never forgiving you,” Chloe said, sitting on the edge of Nathan’s bed.

Nathan coughed weakly, covering his face with his arm. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to take care of you, obviously,” she replied, pulling some things out of her bag. She looked around his room, which was covered in posters, some of his sketches, and even a few figurines. It was much smaller than Chloe’s room, with only one window and a twin sized bed. “So this is your room.”

He cringed at her words. This was Chloe’s first time ever being in his house. In fact, he had never invited her over because he was embarrassed. Chloe lived in the most luxurious sweet in the Grand Paris Hotel, and he lived in a tiny two bedroom apartment with his parents, who were currently at work. They weren’t poor, but they were nowhere near Chloe’s level of living.

“I kind of like it,” she commented. She started piling things on his bedside table, starting with cold and flu medicine, Kleenex, cough drops, a thermometer, a box of loose leaf tea, and a heating pad.

“How did you know where I live?”

“My father is the mayor,” she replied simply. “Finding your house was easy.”

He sneezed, so she shoved a box of tissue at him.

“I have soup from the restaurant on the way,” she told him, checking her phone. “It should get here pretty soon.”

“You should probably go before I get you sick,” Nathan said. He felt horrible enough for two, so he didn’t want to pass it on to her.

“I’m not leaving. I came to take care of my boyfriend, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

There was an awkward silence for a moment as Chloe pondered over the stack of items she had brought.

“Chloe, do you know how to take care of a sick person?”

She hesitated. “I’m going to figure it out.”

Nathan coughed again. “Can we start with some tea so I can take the medicine?”

“Tea! Yes!” she said, picking up the box and taking out a packet of tea. She stood there for a moment, staring at the packet.

“There are directions on the back,” he pointed out. “And the kettle is in the kitchen on the counter.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” she ordered, as if he might bolt out of the room. She left the room, leaving Nathan to wonder whether or not he’d rather be alone.

She came back in as he was in the middle of a coughing fit. He wasn’t sure, but he thought she almost looked concerned.

“Here,” she said, handing him the tea.

He took a sip and then spluttered. “This is so strong! How many bags of tea did you use?”

“Tea is supposed to be good for you when you’re sick,” she informed him. “I thought five bags would make it even better.”

He sighed, putting the cup down on the table. “Can I have some medicine?”

She picked up the three boxes and one bottle she brought. This had been her first time buying medicine, and she didn’t exactly know what she was looking for, so she had grabbed several different types.

“How about this one?”

“That’s allergy medicine.”

She stared at him blankly. “Won’t that work?”

He shook his head. “Allergies and a cold are different. What else did you bring?”

She held up two more boxes.

“Those are vitamins, and that one is for children.”

She handed him the bottle, saying, “This one has to be right then.”
“This is Pepto Bismol. It’s for stomachaches.”

She frowned, looking more closely at the bottles. “To be fair, you only told me you were sick. You didn’t tell me what kind of sick you were.”

“There’s Dayquil in the bathroom cabinet,” he told her. “That will work.”

She brought him the Dayquil, which he took with a grimace. The doorbell rang, startling him.

“That should be your soup!” she said, running downstairs to get it.

When she came back in, he was struggling to sit up.

“Wait! I can do this right, at least!” she said, pushing him back onto his pillows. She opened the soup container and picked up the spoon. “Open your mouth.”

Chloe managed to feed him about half the soup, spilling only minimal amounts down his chin, before he was tired of eating.

“You really should eat more,” she insisted.

He shook his head. “I just want to sleep, Chloe.”

“Okay, I can get you-“

He help his hand, cutting her off, and scooted further over on the bed. “The only thing I want is for you to sit right here.”
She gave him a confused look before settling in next to him. He rolled over, putting his head on her lap.

“This is it?”

“That’s all.”

“I’m not even doing anything,” she pouted.

“You’re here,” he replied simply. “That’s good enough.”

She ran her fingers through his hair for something to do with her hands. He fell asleep in no time, leaving Chloe to wonder about her behavior. Two months ago, before they had started dating, she wouldn’t have lifted a finger for someone else. Now, she was making tea, bringing soup and medicine, and feeding the last person on Earth she would have expected to fall in love with. How horrible her luck must have been, she thought.

She glanced at the tea still sitting on the nightstand. There was still a little in the cup, so she took a sip. Her face scrunched up in response. ‘That was horrible,’ she thought. ‘I can’t believe he drank that.’

Three days later, Nathanael was sitting by her bedside, with a bowl of homemade soup in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He wasn’t one hundred percent better, but he was well enough to be taking care of Chloe, who looked like she might be dying.

“I can’t believe you got me sick,” she complained, putting a pillow over her face.

After he set the food down, he pulled the pillow from her face and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I still think you’re beautiful.”

“Of course I am,” she grumped. She was grateful for the compliment, though, considering she wasn’t wearing any makeup and her hair was a mess.

“Will you ever forgive me?” he asked, ripping open a box of medicine.

“No,” she replied, taking the pill with her tea. It tasted much better than what she had made, she noticed. What she wouldn’t tell him was that, no matter how awful she felt right now, it had been worth taking care of him. Even though she failed, even though she was sick now, she had gotten to spend the day with him, and now here he was, returning the favor. He was much better at it, too. She had gotten lucky after all, falling in love with the best boy in Paris.
I hope you liked it, anon! And I’m always taking requests! This one was a lot of fun to write, lol. Thank you for giving me the chance! :D


(( Okay guys, I didn’t say anything since now but it is kinda really submerging my dashboard. 


I don’t know if some of you just want to have some attention from people ivl and in reality you don’t attend to do it at all. Tbh, it doesn’t matter. I know that life can be hard sometimes, but the suicide isn’t the SOLUTION.

Hey, you only has ONE LIFE

It is okay to be weak, it is okay to cry, it is okay to want people to care about you time to time. It is okay. 

But you need to be STRONG too. 


Because if you look carefully around you, you will realize that there is a beautiful world out there, not perfect but pretty in its own way. 

You will realize that there are people who really CARES about you out there. Some people love you deeply but don’t show it quite often. 

You will realize that if you do it, you won’t be able to come back ever again. 

You know what will happen after you do it?

Someone who treasures you will find you corpse, they will call the ambulance while crying, as you will be carried to the hospital, they will pray for your safety, believing that there is still a chance that you will be still alive. But no, the path of the life ends here for you. Your death won’t resolve anything, it’ll make people who care about you cry and sadness will overwhelm them. They will live along with this burden in their heart. Always thinking 

“I could save them. If only I could… They will still be there today…”

You know what is there after death? Your dreams, your future, EVERYTHING will end if you die. Only darkness will stay. 

It is okay to rely on other people, it is okay to ask for help

No one is going to blame you. Just do it. Don’t wait someone to reach out their hand for you, sometimes you need to do the first step. 

And everything will change. I believe in you.