the reason i keep holding on

Ash heard Johnny shift a bit, somehow terrified he’d flee. Before she realized what had occurred, she was on her feet. Standing, she faced the gorilla who stood rather awkwardly at the doorway; his large hands still a bit proffered as if still holding the case. Her body moving of its own accord, she grabbed onto one of his hands in some desperate attempt to keep him here.

For whatever reason, she really wasn’t sure.

Perhaps enough time for her heavy tongue to begin working again so she could at the very least utter some form of thanks. Johnny’s fingers slightly twitched under her own when she ended up grabbing his index and middle finger in her tiny fist.

“Thank you.” Ash managed to mutter out; the gratefulness echoing through her quiet voice and it seemingly calmed any confusion on his part.

Johnny looked a bit shocked at her voice at first; not speaking as his face fell for a moment to look at their conjoined hands for a split second before his brown eyes met her icy blue yet again. This time, a laid-back smile was quietly bestowed upon her. So taken aback by his toothy smile, she didn’t even realize when he grasped her hand back by curling his unbound fingers around her paw.

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To the kids who stare blankly at empty screens where text messages and emails should be,

To the kids who hear time and time again that they’re not alone but you’re drowning in the overwhelming feeling that you are, in fact, alone,

To the girls who are called fat and ugly because you’re not a size zero and your face isn’t perfectly symmetrical,

To the boys who have your masculinity questioned constantly because you care about more than just sports and sex,

To the kids who have learned to feel ashamed of the color of your skin or the way your facial structure is laid out,

To the kids who worry constantly about what tomorrow holds because for you it’s more than a math test or facing your crush,

To the kids who are called ugly, faggot, loser, retarded, fat, worthless, unwanted, unloved,

I love you. And that’s just one more reason to keep going.

Dating Bucky (Pre Winter-Solider) would include

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·         Being called ‘Doll’ ‘Love’ ‘Babe’ and all the pet names under the sun.

·         Him holding you so tightly the night before he is being sent off to fight.

·         Him whispering sweet nothings in your ear when you go dancing.

·         You being his motivation to come back safely.

“You better come back”

“I have a damn good reason to come home doll. You”

·         You becoming one of Steve’s best friends and helping him with women.

·         Bucky gets CRAZY jealous, especially when you go out to army events with him.

“Buck, as attractive as you are when you’re jealous, you might wanna let go of that cup before you crush it.”

·         Bucky cannot keep his hands to himself. He ALWAYS is touching you somehow.

·         ROUGH FAST SEX. He isn’t the most innocent of men. He loves being in control.

·         But when you make love, it is the most amazing thing ever. Slow, passionate and meaning. He knows your body like no one else and he knows ALL you sweet spots.

·         You not wanting to let go when he has to leave and you make him promise to stay safe

·         Having Steve turn up to your house to tell you that Bucky is gone.

·         Not coming out of your house for weeks after, you didn’t know life without Bucky and you sure as hell didn’t want to.

·         Wearing his dog tags until your death bed.


WARNING, THIS WILL PROBABLY BREAK YOUR HEART Okay guys, I just had a massive realisation and you need to read this omg.

It’s common knowledge in the Mystic Messenger fandom that the codename Seven (707) can be read as ‘LOL’ when flipped, and this is likely a deliberate move by Cheritz. But what if there’s another reason for the codename 707? (hold onto your hats guys)

Seven is a hacker, meaning he deals with massive amounts of code. When there is an error in code, a message will appear with a number which is a label for that specific type of problem. For example, a common one is Error 404: File Not Found. All of the error labels and their meanings can be found online.

I looked up the error that goes with the number 707, and look what it is:

Now, keep in mind the theory that Seven’s memories aren’t lost when the player resets the game. Have a look at what the error for 707 actually is.

“When the server is unable to release that section of memory, error 707 occurs.”

It’s highly likely that Seven keeps the memories after the reset, meaning whatever causes the other characters to lose their memories cannot remove Seven’s memories.

And Error 707 occurs when a server is unable to release (basically get rid of) parts of memory on the server. Error 707 happens when memories can’t be removed.




*cries in Korean*

OK Piper McLean fans, listen up

I’m Cherokee. I’m a Cherokee girl. I’m a major Piper fan because she’s a Cherokee woman like myself. There’s been some Discourse© about her hair. Sit down, buckle up, because you guys are about to some knowledge dropped on you. 

So the issue is about her hair; people keep drawing my girl with undercuts. I don’t think she would have one, and if she did there’s only one good reason. 

Keep reading


“Guys…” Barry said, trying very hard to reason with both you and Cisco. “I can do this, okay? I’m the fastest man alive.”

“Which is probably why you can’t keep your dates happy.” You replied quickly.

“Oh, snap! Get rekt!” Cisco barked before holding his hand up to give you a well-earned high five. “Up top, girl. That was the sickest burn this lab has ever seen.”

That’s when Barry looked between you and Cisco with an expression that was so done… “Seriously?”

(X) (X) (~♫♪~)

A list of Yuri on Ice fanfics that I would like to recommend (no one-shots)

solo and pair by  calciseptine

Yuuri keeps his mark hidden. (Soulmate AU)

A Moment Like This by  neeharu

After the death of Viktor’s sister, he decides to take in her five year old, Yuri who’s headstrong and dislikes him for no particular reason. Through the journey of learning how to become a father, Viktor is captured by the adorable beauty of Yuri’s kindergarten teacher, Yuuri Katsuki who seems to have a knack for children, skating and smiles- everything Viktor was searching for. 

starstruck by shizuoh

“Hold my son for a moment,” says the Viktor Nikiforov, live in the flesh, sweaty and panting.
“Wha—” Yuuri can’t even begin to comprehend what’s going on before Viktor is gone, and there’s a child in his arms.
(in which yuuri is a simple barista, viktor is a famous movie star, and yuri is an 8 year old kid stuck in the middle of it.)

Love on Ice by ShiroPhenix

Victor Nikiforov 5 times world champion stared impassively at his ceiling, Makkachin spread across his stomach. He absently patted the dog’s head as pondered about what he should do next after his recent win. He wanted something new, something people have yet to see about him. Surprise is something he is known for.However he had already won every competition there is, the grand prix, the Olympics, the Four Continents and the world championships…

A smile broke out of his face. Looks like there is still a stage he could surprise the world with.

Unwritten by kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.

The Frozen Lake by wisia

Instead of returning to Hasetsu after graduation, Yuuri goes to Russia instead. There’s a strange frozen lake, and Victor Nikiforov is missing apparently.

Born Trepidatiously by  Lem_Reali

Yuuri injures himself while trying to execute a move he was yet ready for, leading to recovery by means of resting. Yuuri panics, and ignores all advice by secretly practicing while Viktor returns to Russia for the holidays. Unable to train like before, he starves himself to not gain weight. Matters only get worse from there, and now his coach must become his saviour, before Viktor loses Yuuri to himself. Gen/Angst. Trigger Warning.

Only Blooms at Night by queen_egotist

It has been more than two decades since winter has started. According to legends, only the most beautiful person in the village must be sacrificed to the God of Ice as his bride to appease his anger and end this eternal winter.

Under the Ice by gameboy_advance

Victor Nikiforov, a highly esteemed operative of a criminal investigations agency, is assigned to the case of the mercenary by the name ‘Eros’. They’re notoriously elusive, hardly ever leaving a trace, only enough to identify it was them who was there. To pursue Eros’ real identity and actually apprehending them seems impossible. Viktor is already busy as it is, and now he has to chase a ghost story to an end he doesn’t see. He doesn’t expect this to be easy at all.

At least the ice skating instructor who works in the rink across the street is cute.

Reviving Old Magic by Miss_Ebony

Yuuri stopped his wondering when the man reappeared at the rink-board, stepping onto the ice, his blades running smoothly over the cool surface. Then he took off at a leisurely pace, his movements fluid and surprisingly beautiful. He skated some rounds at that pace, changing now and then from skating forwards to skating backwards, and it looked so natural, so easy, like he’d never done anything else in his life, like he’d learned skating before walking.

At this point, Yuuri was already enraptured by this man even though he didn’t realize it right away.

– AU where Yuuri never started a career as a professional ice and figure skater and thus has absolutely no idea who Viktor is.

Blue Roses by Fauks

the royalty, ABO Soulmate AU that no one asked for.

a collection of irregularly updated oneshots of Victor and Yuuri growing up together

On My Love by RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.

Rivet by textbookpardox

Yuri gets kicked out of school and decides to move in with the dad he barley knows.

purple stried orange by EyeOfKaleidoscope

“The music swells around him, and he sees more than he hears as colors bloom to life around him, droplets of blue splashing across golden backgrounds as a lush green valley spreads beneath his feet, flakes of red sparking to life with every clean cut his blades make across the ice, and he lives in the color.”

In which Yuuri hears in color and ice skating becomes a whole new world to him.

Broken Rules by waterproofbacon

Yuuri has some problems: he’s the new student in a big city school, he misses classes frequently because of his health, and, worst of all, he’s failing his history class.
Viktor has some problems as well: he’s bored with his life, he has no idea what to do as a first-time educator, and, worst of all, no matter what he does, a certain student continues to fail his class.
Falling in love is the unspoken rule that mustn’t be broken no matter what, but when the teacher and the student come together, it’s almost impossible not to.

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.

Silent Ice by ofskatesandwatercolor

Some figure skaters found their inspiration from music. Some found it from joy, from sadness, from laughter, their deepest desires, from the elegant sound of their blades scraping the ice. Viktor Nikiforov had never dreamed he’d find the inspiration to enjoy his life-long passion again, until he met deaf figure skater Katsuki Yuuri. 

Paper Crowns by DeanOh

Katsuki Yuuri is a brilliant thief, and unfortunately, gets caught stealing from a very important man. Malnourished, he spends his time in prison until one day…he’s saved.
He’s free.
As free as he can get.
Under the wing of Victor Nikiforov, Yuuri learns the ways of a high-class thief, one who knows how to manipulate their target, how to seduce them, how to steal from them without getting caught. It’s thrilling to know Victor’s eyes are on him, the praise turning into gentle touch as Yuuri gets better.
And sometimes, only touch isn’t enough.

Rise Above the Tides by Kashoku

Yuuri was going to go out on top, just like Viktor had. He was going to win gold in his third World’s appearance and then retire to spend the rest of his life with his husband. But when a freak accident during his finale free skate leaves him blind, Yuuri finds himself spiraling into a world darker than the one in front of his eyes.

Slow Shutter Speed (To Capture Every Imperfection) by  Bulletproof_BoyScouts

Katsuki Yuuri, a world famous photographer who hides away in a little studio in Tokyo, finds that maybe fashion photography isn’t so bad. Not when you have the brightest smile in the whole of Japan (and Russia) shining at you through the lens.

Melodies Unheard, but Felt All the Same by Watermelonsmellinfellon

Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.

But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that’s left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

Koi no Yokan by moimiles

Yuuri is a somewhat known designer who dropped everything after a disastrous show. Almost a year later, he starts casting models for his new collection and world famous model Victor Nikiforov shows up, wanting to be a part of the show regardless of how much he gets paid.


best of greys - winning a battle, losing the war
     I’ve been wondering to myself, why are you so hell bent on getting me to go out with you? You know you’re my boss, you know it’s against the rules, you know I keep saying no. It’s the chase.

Before this gets too far, I expect a lot of (long-planned, out of Harry’s control) Dunkirk hype this week. It’s going to difficult to strike a balance between what is priority for most people right now (Louis and his family) and keeping up with updates as usual (Harry, and Niall and Liam for that matter). I don’t think this is a reason to create conflict or attack each other. Everyone will probably blog in whatever way feels good to them. It’s no one’s fault that there may be an unfortunate confluence of events, in the face of an unexpected tragedy.

Personally I will continue to focus mostly on Project Just Hold On.

Remember to be kind.

justlookingnottouching  asked:

hi emily, i have recently been re-sorted into slytherin (former ravenclaw) and i feel a little out of my depth in this house... do you have any advice for slytherin noobs on how to adapt to their new house? how do you make friends here? can i bring my dogs? is pink allowed in the dorms? do they have enough blankets?

Welcome to the dungeon! Have a mouldy chair.

My advice for a Ravenclaw transitioning to Slytherin, a Slytherclaw if you will, would be to keep hold of your Ravenclaw instincts to be discerning and resourceful. However you’re going to want to let go of a lottttttt of that logic, for reasons of AESTHETICS.

Dungeons, snakes, creepy dead things floating in jars, sneaky Snapey types skulking around in the dark - all part of the Slytherin brand. If you’re into it, great. If not - you’re going to want to keep schtum about a lot of the Sltyerhin weirdness and just accept that the aesthetic comes first.

  • To make friends, I would suggest bragging about some crazed ancient dark wizard to whom you are distantly related, or just invent some clever rhyme about how shit Harry Potter is.
  • You cannot bring dogs, dogs are too happy. ‘Happy’ is not the Slytherin aesthetic. Reptiles yes, or a cat, but only if said cat is particularly contemptuous.
  • NO. PINK.**
  • Yes they have blankets.

Hope this helps! To be explored further in the upcoming comics, dw xx

**Edit: A reminder that this is just an advice blog, and therefore subjective, but I just get the feeling pink and Slytherin don’t mix well (see - Dolores Umbridge)

BTS as jealous boyfriends
  • Jungkook: the competitive and prideful one, doesn’t want to admit that he’s jealous. Texts u too much when ur out with ur friends nd tries to disguise it as protectiveness “who u with?”, gets rly jealous nd uptight nd tries to hide it like an idiot and then when he bursts hes just like FINE IM JEALOUS ur MINE
  • Jin: the mature and reasonable one, tries to keep himself from nagging u if he doesn’t feel like he SHOULD b jealous, but definitely still feels jealous a lot – holds it in like a motherfucker, elegantly tries to woo u with dinner and roses and accidentally slips a “yeah not like ____ would do that for u” “wait are you jealous” “n-no”
  • Jimin: the loud and sad one, admits that he’s jealous and whines about it!!!! “fine if u love him just go IM KIDDING DON’T GO PLEASE” “jimin i don’t love him”, rly wants to tell u not to hangout with the person but lacks authority af “I don’t want u seeing him” “what?” “i mean if u don’t mind…”, cuddles u nd tells u ur so pretty he has to beat a lot of guys up but u know he’s too fluffy
  • Hoseok: the offended and silent one, the guy to HATE the person he’s jealous of so much, he’ll talk so much shit about him “but its not because of Y/N, I always hated him” and he’ll just b so uptight about it, getting real mad when u go see him but he aint gonna admit to it “I just think he’s bad company did u know he killed a bird once”
  • Namjoon: the quiet and sad one, honestly making namjoon jealous makes my heart break because namjoon will be HURT ok he wont be mad or annoyed he’ll want to OFF HIMSELF or well maybe not off himself but he’ll start thinkin bout the worst things nd he’ll get so frustrated nd sad nd self conscious and u’d have to tell him something before he’d exhale and be like “whoa damn thanks for loving me”
  • Yoongi: the mad one, this guy would just get straight up angry if he got jealous and he’d be so protective. He’d kinda tell u what to do and he’d tell the guy to back off and he rly wouldn’t spend too much time sinkin into sadness: he’d notice that there’s a problem and he’d fix it for himself. Angry sex nd talkin shit about the guy would be #1
  • Taehyung: either team oblivious or team mixed feelings. he would either be so far from jealous he’d be surprised when he finally felt jealous or he’d be so awkward about it, like what does he do?? Does he tell u to stop hanging out with the guy? Does he talk to the guy? He’d try a few angry handshakes with the guy and being pissy but he’d always forget that he’s jealous when u finally gave him attention
21 Things i’ve learned from Twenty Øne Piløts

1. It’s okay to not be okay

2. one day i’ll be okay

3. everyone has problems

4. One day i’ll find that person/friend that will understand me and be there for me no matter what

5. music is a therapy

6. create even when people tell me not to

7. follow what I believe in and go after what I want

8. keep creating

9. the voices in my head will keep trying to bring me down, but i’ll find a way to fight them

10. hold onto the one thing that brings me safety and comfort

11. Sometimes it’s hard to keep your faith strong. And it’s okay to question your faith. 

12. there are others just like me, just trying to survive in a world filled with hatred and sadness. 

13. Find my reason to stay alive 

14. The things i see when i’m trying to sleep will be gone when I wake up

15. the morning is when night is dead

16. The agony will pass and I will find rest eventually


18. Dont take my life away from those who love me, even when i don’t feel loved.

19. There is someone out there who needs me just like I need TØP.

20. Keep dreaming. Keep creating. Keep living. Keep trying. Keep my head up. Keep breathing. 

21.  Stay Alive

…..I know there are more things they have taught me, but its 2am and i’m actually tired. So i’m gonna try to sleep. 

When I say I love you, it does not mean that you’re mine forever. Yes, you’re mine but forever? Forever seems so clear when I’m with you that I forget there will be future coming towards us. Forever means loving you for years and years accepting each and every of your faults and weakness and trying to hold your hand even when you’re very far to reach. Loving you means, reminding you of the reasons to live and to show you how amazing your future will be… with me. Loving you means keeping you happy, making you smile and laugh and less cry. Loving you means to love everything about what you hate about yourself. When I say I love you, it does not mean that you’re mine forever because you are my forever and I know it’s clear that loving me is a pain, you’ll get tired but I want you to know, I love you when you’re in pain or when you’re not.
—  Loving you is a promise to not fail you, your heart especially. // f.p
Forever and More(Shawn Mendes)

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“Do you love me?” You look at Shawn. He stops strumming his guitar, looking down at you. He was sat up against your bed, leaning on the headboard, as you were laying down next to him.

“Is that a joke? Of course I love you, I’ve always loved you.”

“Even when you’re all rich and famous? After you get the chance to live your dream?”

He smiles softly, putting his guitar to the side, and sliding down next to you. “I’m not living the dream if you aren’t there, by my side.”

“You don’t think I’d hold you back?”

“Y/N,” he leans his head on his hand, “You are the reason I want to keep doing this music thing. I love singing, and I love what I do, but seeing you smile every time I play a song makes it a milion times better.”

“Promise me that nothing’s gonna change,” you hold out your pinky, “That even when you’re known by millions of screaming fans, you’re still going to my Shawn. Even if we break up, and we only see each other when you visit, no matter what, you’ll still be my Shawn.”

He locks his pinky with yours, “I promise.” He leans down, kissing you softly.

Let me know if you guys want a part 2 to this, I actually really like how this came out. 

Wake me up when you’re back in my arms, although the time spent away have multiplied into years– missing you is the only confirmation of your existence. I haven’t heard my name since the wind uncovered your eyes yet I still manage to open up more and more everyday– you’re the only thing growing inside of me, breathing with bad lungs always meant more gardens than droughts with you around. More open lips strolling through marketed smiles–more open wounds when they should be closed, you used to keep your feet out of the blanket, was it colder when we slept together or when we were sleeping alone? were the tears louder when I was holding your hand? did the sun rise every time I didn’t answer? The hours speak us into existence and we may be apart from one another, but we’ll always be a part of one another– some stories begin with you, but they’ll always end with me. No matter how deep these scars run, I’ll always find another reason to love. maybe we divided time into a pill we couldn’t swallow, but your silence is apology enough–we used to tell stories about wanting to do things right the first time, but when we chose to walk away, when we chose to live alone… the conversation between bones and bone marrow sounds like the one between tears and your eyes. I still think that we were too young to throw the words I love you around, but as time continues to pass us by. I have learned to forgive myself. I have learned to forgive you. If you ever hear my apology when the moon is behind clouds and the sun is fighting sleep– if you ever hear my apology when we’re too old and we no longer remember us– if you ever hear my apology and it doesn’t sound like another I’m sorry… just know that somewhere in the vague details of every poem I meant every word.
—  The Ate & The Bunso
I want you to know me. But wait. Not that quickly.
Study me but please do not figure me out.
If you do,
I will change as fast as my heart beats.
You see,
I need to be everything you want.
Let me mold myself to your desires.
Leave me
but love me
but leave me
but don’t.
I need you to breathe me in.
Give me a purpose.
Give me a reason to keep my veins inside of my arms.
I need you.
But I do not need you.
I will push you away with one hand and pull you back with the other.
Keep me inside of your broken dreams, love.
Hold me in your chest.
Give me a name.
—  Bpd is a contradicting lover.
Periods Aren’t That Bad. They’re Actually A Whole Lot Worse: A Lesson For Non-Period-Havers

Disclaimer 1: This will probably get a little NSFW.

Disclaimer 2: Symptoms of periods vary from period-haver to period-haver. It pretty much sucks for everyone, though.

Disclaimer 3: I have a high pain tolerance. Really high. If I say something is really painful, it is really fucking painful.

And now for the reasons why having periods suck and it’s worse for us to have it than for you to hear about it:

  1. There is blood coming from our vaginas. This is a very unpleasant feeling. We cannot “hold it.” Some people get a light trickling. Some, like me, get a Goddamn crime scene.
  2. The ways to keep from bleeding all over everything include a pad, which basically feels like a diaper, and a tampon, which is basically shoving a cotton pipe up there, is not as much fun as it sounds, and can be very uncomfortable if done wrong. And doing it right is fairly hard. Thanks to good old Catholic sex ed, it took me about five years to figure out.
  3. Cramps. I am lucky in that my cramps tend not to be THAT bad (thank you, high pain tolerance), but some get cramps so bad that the pain is comparable to appendicitis.
  4. Headaches. What I lack in cramps, I often make up for in headaches. And not just any headaches. Agonizing headaches. They can start up to a week before the bleeding starts, they last a few days into it, and they don’t go away. No matter how much aspirin you take. Seriously, when I get menstrual headaches, I could down an entire fucking bottle of Advil and I’d probably die but my ghost would still have the headache.
  5. Acne. I’m talking looking like Deadpool under the mask.
  6. Indigestion. It isn’t fun.
  7. Bloating.
  8. Sometimes my actual vaginal region hurts. A lot. Enough to have me doubled over on the floor.
  9. For some reason my anxiety gets worse sometimes around my period. Which is extra fun. There’s nothing like nearly calling the morgue because your dad was late from a basketball game, only to find out he was at Applebee’s.
  10. Fatigue. Because I’m doing everything I normally do while my body is staging a mutiny.
  11. Backache.
  12. Just generally feeling disgusting.
  13. This goes on for a week.
  14. This happens every Goddamn month.
  15. This generally starts around age twelve or so and lasts until maybe age 45.

I guess I could say that I miss knowing what I’m feeling. Everything’s so blurry these days, you know? I can’t remember last Thursday any more than I can remember the Thursday before that. I can hardly remember the days of the week anymore.

I wish that I knew what the fuck I was doing. I wish I knew why I wake up everyday, and I keep going and going, even though it’s unbearable most of the time. I wish I fucking knew why everything got so hard. I wish I knew why I got sad. God, what the fuck is that? What the fuck is this “sadness”. It doesn’t feel like anything I know but it’s the most familiar thing I’ve ever experienced. It feels like there’s this ache.This soul-ripping and excruciating ache that’s taken a hold of every part of me. I don’t fucking remember the last time I felt okay. Happiness feels like some kind of distant and unreachable concept that I’m supposed to somehow get to, even when it feels like I’m taking two steps back every day that I spend living like this.

I wish I knew why I got my heart broken. I wish I knew why heartbreak was the most concrete feeling I’ve ever had the devastating experience to live through. I wish I had more control of how my life is going and I wish I knew why things just keep happening. I wish I knew how the fuck to love myself in the skin that I’m constantly trying to rip apart. See, I’d write a list of all the things I don’t have a control anymore, but I think that list would go on for pages, and nobody wants to fucking read that. So here I am, writing a list that seems never ending, and still feeling the way I felt at the beginning. Not sure when everything started, but I’m pretty sure I’ve had enough of it.

—  My therapist told me to make a list of all the things that feel like I’ve lost control of, and I told her I didn’t even know where to start

I believe pretty strongly that statements and opinions should be judged for their own merit and reasoning more than for who makes them.

Identity and background is no guarantee that someone’s ideas are actually reasonable. People almost always hold a whole gamut of opinions that range from brilliant to ridiculous. While it’s important to take the context of their experiences into consideration, you must use your own reasoning to assess whether what they’re saying is foolish or sensible or bigoted. Regardless of your conclusion, you should keep your ears open to other views and your thinking sharp.

Absolutely listen to people talk about their experiences, but… try make sure your opinions are your own, mulled over, examined, considered, re-considered, and ultimately something you are confident in if you’re going to defend them.

It’s like when you know how important someone is but you don’t know why, you just know that you need to keep them around because there’s a reason you crossed paths and they hold a significant part in your heart. That’s what it was like when I first saw you. I couldn’t believe how beautiful you were or that you were actually talking to me. But I also fell in love with everything about you before I even knew what there was to fall in love with.
—  On when I first met you - KF