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It’s hard for me to sit back and watch you hurt like this. I can give you the love that you are searching for but its not me that you are searching for it from. So I patiently sit back and love you from afar, hoping that one day you’ll make your way to me.
— 

-And even if you don’t, I’ll continue to love you silently.

-m.t.t.

Hiraeth is a protest. If it must be called homesickness, it’s a sickness come on— as if hopping aboard ship—because home isn’t the place it should have been. It’s an unattainable longing for a place, a person, a figure, or even a national history that may never have actually existed. To feel hiraeth is to feel a deep incompleteness and recognize it as familiar.

I’ve been thinking about open an ask blog for a while … 
but don’t really sure what theme it should be or if I can handle it

The picture above is one of my idea for ask blog (if I ever have one! lol)

The theme should be ‘Sugar rush’ or ‘Sugar high’ Arthur. One that he consumes too many sweets (I hc him having a sweet tooth!) and act either really hyper or docile than normal! and when he burn all those sugar, it leave him very tired and sleepy 

I’m not really sure I can draw a very exited Arthur though lol

He still thirst for more sweets

But the idea of ‘Sweet tooth’ Arthur also very appeal too :D

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me, having a lil fun

How I torture my coworkers
  • me [glaring off at random customers]:I can see what's happening
  • Supervisor [she's new, doesn't know I'm crazy yet]:What?
  • me:They don't have a clue
  • Supervisor [frantic]:WHO?!
  • Me [finally looks at her,with Timon voice]:They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line, our trio's down to two!
  • supervisor [not nearly as amused as I]:Oh.
  • me:THE SWEET CARESS OF TWILIGHT THERE'S MAGIC IN THE EVERYWHERE!!
I have a reputation
  • Me:(at the post office) I need to buy some international stamps.
  • New Post Office Lady:Sure, how many?
  • Me:Fifty.
  • New Post Office Lady:Okay. (Puts five stamps on the counter)
  • Me:No, I'm sorry, I said fifty. Five-zero.
  • New Post Office Lady:Fifty?
  • Me:Fifty.
  • New Post Office Lady:Oh, uh, I'll have to get some from the safe. Hold on please.
  • New Post Office Lady:(goes in the back, I can hear her talking) There's a lady out front who needs fifty international stamps?
  • Regular Post Office Lady:Don't you have five in your drawer?
  • New Post Office Lady:Not five. Fifty.
  • Regular Post Office Lady:Who do we have buying FIFTY International-
  • (head peeks around the corner)
  • Regular Post Office Lady:SciFi Girl. (eyes narrow) I hope we will not be having a repeat of LAST YEAR.
  • Me:Well, I'm buying fifty international stamps, so I think we are. Sorry, not sorry.
  • Regular Post Office Lady:(sighs) Well, you do get the most interesting envelopes.