tell me who you love

so much sapphic positivity is focused on relationships, but not all of us have that in our lives, so here’s to the single sapphics. whether you’re pining after a certain girl, or don’t have anyone in your life. whether you desperately want a relationship, feel neutral towards romance, or are loving being single. you are sapphic no matter what and your relationship status does not define you. you are going to be okay

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Pre-ruffle, mid-ruffle, and post-ruffle Tenth Doctor Hair

David Tennant from the podcast commentary for Tooth and Claw (from the hair-messing-up scene above):

“I love the way Euros [Lyn, director] uses all these shots here to show the ideas all colliding at once

…and I love messing with my hair in moments like this, because it gives Steve, who does my make-up, a nightmare in continuity terms.

I like to keep him on his toes.”

David Tennant Appreciation Week 2016 (theme: smile - because it makes me)

I don’t trust people who don’t love themselves and tell me, ‘I love you.’ … There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.
—  Maya Angelou
Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me…You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all this to yourself…and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.
—  John Green

“So,” he smiled, “tell me yours.”

“My what?” She replied.

“You know, your love story, tell me about the guy who made you obsessed with the idea that you’re better off alone.”

She scoffed,
“It wasn’t a love story. Far from that. Barely a story actually. There was fighting, ignorance, stubbornness, cancellations, toxicity, emotional torture, and let’s not forget the constant competition of who cared less. We just didn’t work and I know that killed him just as much as it hurt me but lord knows he was a hell of a lot better at hiding that than I was. We were actually crazy about each other, I know, hard to believe right? I mean, there were times I hated his guts and I swore to myself I would never talk to him again and I meant it too, at the time.. But it never lasted long, eventually we made up, apologised, fucked, you know.. The usual “make up” stuff. But it wasn’t along until the next fight, and I think it just got exhausting, you know.. To keep going round in circles. The routine got boring and there’s only so much pain you can put yourself through before you say enough is enough. And one day, enough was enough and we accepted it, we wasn’t supposed to be. Maybe in another lifetime but certainly not this one.“

—  Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

i have no idea how did this even happen but i want to say thank you to each and everyone of you 💫

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listen I want some real angst. i’m talkin, muse a is in this dumb ass relationship where their s/o is actually a piece of shit and muse b is just so DONE with muse a’s shit like you know you can do better why the fuck are you sticking with them just fucking go. and it’s not that happy full support crap because muse b has seen where being nice about it has gotten muse a, and they know their friend just needs some real tough love. and then like one day muse a and b are arguing hardcore over how irrational muse a is being and muse b is like  ‘i would treat you so much better.’

Please don’t tell me I’m beautiful… at least not in the same sentence as “I love you”. I know it’s supposed to instill me with confidence, but the truth is – nothing terrifies me more than the thought of somebody who’s only attracted to looks. Because looks fade; people age; and there will always be somebody who’s better looking and younger than me out there and as soon as I know that’s what your love hinges on – I know it won’t last.
So don’t tell me I’m attractive or beautiful… tell me I’m a beautiful person and that you’re attracted to my sense of humor. Don’t text me about how hot you think I am, look into my eyes and tell me of my warmth. Tell me I have a sexy mind that arouses your intellect. Tell me one thing about who I really am that you actually love… something that will last… Because I need to know that you can see the depth of my soul and are not just fascinated by the shallow reflection on the surface. Tell me something real… something that shows me not only that you see me – but that you love me for who I am…

“He’s not the one for you, I know you and that’s not you.” I laugh coldly and stare hard into the green eyes that I used to love so much.

“Really? You’re going to tell me who’s not right for me now? This is the first time you’ve spoken to me in months, after you left me. You left me for my best friend and you think you’re in the right place to tell me who I can and can not be with? I loved you and you broke me. There’s no other boy who could hurt me more than that.”

—  Excerpt from a book I will never write #1132
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“And like a rook, I mate for life

Me: *tries to teach my kids about using the internet sensibly*

Also me: *is on tumblr*

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Bernard Dinata on meeting Daesung 1/3 (x)

*I made a transcription of this video to put the subtitles in the gifs, so if there’s any error excuse me. I recommend you to watch the video too, it’s is amazing to hear what Daesung said to him and also Bernard sings “if you” at the end! he’s super talented!

so i got way too excited about various things while watching this movie

Newt Scamander, to Jacob: …so, this is your occamy…

me, in the fourth row: My occamy? MY OCCAMY? Yes. Yes! I will love him and pet him and name him Quetzalcoatl-

Newt: …also, don’t pet them. Too many people try to steal their eggs. They will bite your fricking hand off.

me: …oh.