this book is beautiful inside and out

anonymous asked:

You are the most amazing person I ever met and I love being apart of The Crew. I look forward to whenever you bring new content cause it's always the best and I know your book is gonna be just as or even more amazing than what you already do. It's honestly an honor to get to see you grow in your career because you are truly a talented and beautiful person inside and out.

I’m a person who prides themselves on having the right words. But right now I don’t have any. I’m not sure what the perfect thing to say is, or even the best. So i’ll just say thank you. 

There are so many moments in my life where I don’t believe in myself, for one reason or another. I don’t have any words at all or pictures to share, and I get frustrated. But then I look over my shoulder and notice, quite suddenly, that I never took a step back, I didn’t so much as stumble. Because when I get lonely or frustrated I find that I have people behind me, every time. I am very very lucky to have that. So thank you <3 It means more to me than I can say, but I will keep trying to find the right words to express what this kind of support feels like

Originally posted by twelveslapels

and please know i always stand behind all of you too <3

And as I sat there next to you, I realized just how beautiful you really are, both inside and out. First, I fell for your shy but cute confidence when we first met. And then I realized that under that mask, you have a truly beautiful heart. I fell for your kind, loving personality and humor. I wanted your heart, and all of it. When we met up alone for the first time, my heart was pounding right out of my chest, my hands were trembling next to yours, and my mind was racing with questions and emotions. Then, when you looked deep into my eyes and flashed me that smile, it’s like the whole world just stopped. It was only you that I wanted, just you and I, together. I think that’s when I truly fell for you; When I realized that our broken pieces fit together, and the parts of me that I had once lost, I had now found again with you. Maybe we’re just another cheesy, sappy love story, but that’s okay. You’re worth more than just a couple pages. You’re worth the world; so I decided to give you mine and make me yours.
—  falling for you…
monday // 12.12.16
I get this crazy feeling inside when i see you, I would say it’s butterflies but it is certainly so much more than that. It’s a feeling where I turn to jelly inside and my face then lets out a big goofy smile. It’s like I have sunshine living in my heart and you can honestly see it shine through my eyes as you look at me. It’s this feeling where I feel secure and let all my biggest fears go. It’s this feeling of freedom where I know I won’t just blank out suddenly or I won’t worry about having a panic attack. I get this feeling of joy and that even on days where I want to just cry and shut the world out for a day I can’t because of you. You make me feel so beautiful inside and allow me to see the beauty that surrounds me. You make me crave the beauty of love…the beauty of your love.
—  Tenari Ioapo // Confessions of a woman madly in love. #1
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“All of us are lonely at some point or another, no matter how many people surround us. And then, we meet someone who seems to understand. She smiles, and for a moment the loneliness disappears.” 
Helene Wecker, The Golem and the Jinni

I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect. The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It’s just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.
—  Jennifer L. Armentrout, Oblivion

she tells you everything about herself,
yet she is one of the greatest mysteries


her words are soothing,
but they keep that fire in your soul burning bright


she is an open book,
but in a language you don’t quite know


her words can describe the turmoil in your head
and make you feel not so alone


she is beautiful inside out
and she makes everyone feel at home

— 

for @rhapsodyinblue45 as a part of @poeticstories secret valentine thingy :)

p.s. please don’t say goodbye again, even if it is for a small amount of time, because your absence is heartbreakingly sad and many people will agree to it :)
you belong here, to us, to tumblr, whether you like it or not :P

JustScribbledWords

Occupational Hazard

Therapist!Ignis x Reader
Word Count: 1,930
SFW
For @staticeyes, who is so brave and deserves to be happy ♡

It was your mother that suggested you go to therapy. You didn’t like the idea at first—what would people think of you if they found out you were talking to a shrink? Would they think that there was something wrong with you if they put you on medication? You had all these thoughts racing through your head that you barely registered the sound of the receptionist at the office calling your name.

“Dr Scientia will see you now.”

You pulled open the heavy oak and stepped inside. It was a beautiful office. The ceilings were high, probably twelve or thirteen feet, with a skylight in the ceiling to let in the sun. Books lined the shelves, and there was even a narrow walkway that created a second floor where the library continued, which was held up by thin columns of intricately carved wood.

There was a desk at the far end of the room with some papers and a few open books, and two armchairs in the centre just below the skylight. Your therapist was sitting in one seat, his back facing you. You’d never met him before, but by the looks of the back of his head, he seemed…young.

The door clicked behind you as it shut, and he rose to greet you. When he turned and you saw his face, you tried to hide your initial shock.

He was…handsome. Definitely younger than you had expected, with tawny hair that was spiked back, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline. He was dressed in a crisp black suit jacket over top of a deep aubergine button up with a black collar, matching black dress pants and black alligator printed dress shoes. You also realized how tall he was as he strode towards you, his long legs closing the gap in a matter of seconds.

He greeted you and your name falling from his lips sounded almost musical as it hit your ears. “Come right this way,” he gestured to the armchairs in the centre of the room. “Have a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks, Dr. Scientia.”

“Please,” he waved his hand. “Call me Ignis. I’m not one for titles.”

“Ignis,” you repeated, dropping your bag onto the floor and nestling yourself in the chair’s plush cushions.

“Would you like a beverage?” Ignis offered, gesturing to a small tea and coffee station near his desk. “I have some Ebony brewing, but I also have an assortment of different types of calming tea.”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around me,” he began, pulling out his notebook and a pen before taking the seat across from you. “I know that I am to be your therapist, but I am hoping as well that you will eventually see me as your friend and ally. I am here to assist you in whatever way I can, and if at any point you wish to leave, you are naturally afforded that right.”

You felt your shoulders relax. Something about his demeanour calmed you immediately, and you felt like you could trust him right away. You smiled at him, and he smiled back.

“Let’s begin.”

It had been eight months since you started seeing Ignis. He’d done a lot to help you during your sessions—offered you coping mechanisms, creative outlets, tissues when you needed to cry, and clever puns when you needed to laugh. He was one of the most incredible people that you’d ever met, and you felt your guard slowly lowering around him.

The only problem was that you were starting to develop feelings for him.

You had an internal battle about this. Was it just because he was your therapist, and so by opening up to someone, and having that person be receptive to all your flaws, that you started finding him attractive? You mentally disagreed, remembering that you thought he was handsome when you’d first met, and were entranced by him ever since.

But the fantasy of his lips on yours and his hands roaming your body still came almost nightly. You’d always wake up, a panting mess, cursing yourself for letting it get this far.

It was just a crush, you told yourself. Not like he thinks about you like that anyway.

One day, before your session, you got into a really, really awful fight with your father. You stormed off, tears stinging your eyes, and practically ran to his office.

He was at his desk, writing notes in his leather journal when you burst in through the door.

“You’re early,” he said, lifting his head to look at you. He was about to go back to writing when he noticed your tear-streaked face, and the way your hands were clutched into white-knuckled fists. You collapsed onto the armchair, trying your hardest to stop crying.

It wasn’t working.

Ignis came over to where you were sitting and kneeled in front of you. You were in worse condition than he had ever seen. He offered you a tissue, which you gratefully took, your fingers brushing against his. You hoped redness in your cheeks from crying hid the blush that spread across your face at the brief contact.

“Did you want to talk about it?” He finally asked, taking the seat opposite yours as usual.

You told him everything.

“My father just kept telling me that I wasn’t going to amount to anything,” you sniffled, unable to look Ignis in the eye. “I can’t afford to move out. I can’t get out of bed sometimes. And for my own dad, someone I’ve always looked up to, to say those things about me…” You tried to steady your breath. “For him to say what I’ve always thought about myself, it’s just…it confirmed in my mind what I’ve always been afraid to be true.”

Ignis came to kneel in front of you again. He rested one hand over yours, and the other came up to tilt your chin so you met his eyes. They were the most brilliant shade of green, the colour of shallow ocean water on a summer day. You gulped.

“You,” he stated, “are not worthless. You are someone with a brilliant mind and a beautiful soul. Your father said those things to you out of anger and projection. He is trying to place his burden on you, and I know that you have the fortitude deep down to not let him do it. You are braver than you know, and braver than I can imagine.”

You stared at him, your eyes darting over his face. He looked so sincere and so honest, and the way he squeezed your hand made your heart race. Your eyes traced the curve of his mouth, the soft expression in his gaze, the small freckles that dotted his complexion in faint constellations.

“I’m in love with you.”

The words left your mouth before you could stop them. His eyes widened and his mouth fell slightly agape. It took you a second to realize what you said, and when you did, you ripped your hand away from his, gathered your things and ran from his office.

You ran home, the last place you wanted to be, and slammed the door shut. The house was empty, thank the Six, and you ran up to your bedroom and sobbed into your pillow.

How could you be so stupid? Confessing to Ignis like that, being foolish enough to think that deep down, something could happen between the two of you. He was your doctor, someone you paid to talk to about your problems. And now he wasn’t even that, because you knew that you couldn’t go back to him after your outburst.

You heard a knock at the door from downstairs. You really didn’t want to answer it, but you wiped your face and decided to just suck it up and handle whoever was at the door.

“I’m coming,” you called irritably as the person knocked again. When you swung the door open, you were shocked to see Ignis standing at your doorstep. “W-what are you doing here?” You stammered. And then you lowered your voice. “How do you know where I live?”

“I may have checked your medical records,” Ignis admitted sheepishly. “Most likely a breech of protocol, but I thought it necessary.”

You didn’t move to let him in. You stood at the door way, frozen at the threshold. “So why are you here?”

Ignis took off his glasses and cleaned them off on the hem of his shirt. “I know that you have been through a lot in the recent past,” he began. “I am also cognizant of the fact that as your therapist, I hold a sort of unspoken power over you. It is not something I necessarily want, but it comes with my profession.”

He looked at you and your stare urged him to continue.

“I did not take your confession lightly. I want you to know that. But I also know that I cannot continue our professional relationship as your therapist.” Your heart sank, even though you already considered that outcome. “I’m here because I wanted to speak to you as your equal.”

You were confused, and then realized after a beat that he had stepped closer.

“I thought maybe,” he said, looking you in the eyes, “that my thoughts about you and my feelings towards you were wrong. I’ve never felt this way towards a patient before, and it’s something that could compromise my practice. But when you walked into my office for the first time, I was completely bewitched. I started looking forward to seeing you week to week, and wanted nothing more than to be able to see you outside of our scheduled sessions.”

Your mind was reeling. “W-what are you saying?”

He smiled, looking almost shy. “You’re clever. What do you think I’m saying?”

“Stop being coy and just say it,” you half-demanded, your heartbeat echoing in your ears.

Instead of using his words, Ignis stepped closer, leaned down and kissed you. After the initial shock wore off, you brought your arms around his shoulders and pulled him against you, his hands coming to snake around your waist.

When he finally pulled away, his arms still holding you tight, you let out a breath. “Wow.”

“Wow, indeed.”

You swallowed past the dryness in your throat, running your hands along his biceps. “Can we go slow?” You asked timidly. “This is all kind of…unexpected. And I’m not going to lie to you when I say it scares me a little bit.”

Ignis nodded. “I understand it’s overwhelming. But I do want to be with you. I can’t have you as my patient, but I would love to have you as my partner.”

You blushed, burying your face in his chest.

“Come,” he led you away from your house. “Would you like to come have dinner with me?”

You looked up at him and bit your lip, smiling for the first time in a long while. “Okay.”

The world of literature offered me, besides the pleasure of form, the sustentation of empathy and I ran for it. I relaxed in it. I stood willingly and gladly in the characters of everything- other people, trees, clouds. And this is what I learned: that the world’s otherness is antidote to confusion, that standing within this otherness - the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books - can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.
—  Mary Oliver

paradiqe  asked:

i was just wondering if you did headcanons, and if you dont i was hoping you could pleaseee try, maybe? like headcanons for dating ezra or cuddling ezra? please bb

 k i’ll do it DATING EZRA here! here we goes:

- Ezra would not stay long without saying how beautiful you are inside and out.
- He would wake you up early to talk about a dream he had.
- It’s hard to stop laughing near him, and every time you laugh, he laughs at you in a cute way.
- he’s not so romantic, but he always tries to do something different to cheer you up, he uses humor to conquer you every day.
- There’s always a light in the room because he’s always reading a book.
- He likes to touch in your hair and hands.
- He loves to hug you.
- When he holds your hand, he likes to stroke between your fingers and on your wrist.
- What he likes best is to see you get along with his friends and have fun with the people who grew up with him.
- Sometimes he goes out of the air, a little far, which can cause a little discussion for not paying 100% attention to what you speak, but most of the time he’s always attentive with every word that comes out of your mouth.
- He’s always teaching you something and can spend hours talking about something that intrigued him.
- He always kissing you and teasing you in public.
- The best moments it’s when both of you are high.
- Sometimes you wake up on the floor with him without knowing how. (i’m a little weird ya know but that would be kinda nice (?))
- He can be annoying sometimes for being so loud but it’s lovely too.
- Sometimes he can distance himself, even without responding to your messages, but when you complain, he tries to make up for the time he was absent.

(maybe I have said a lot of nonsense, and automatically this has made me in a potato with feelings but i’m emotional today. Add more ideas if i have missed something)

Furry Worries | Remus Lupin

*Gifs not mine, credits to whoever made it.*

Originally posted by nellaey


A heavy sigh brought me back to reality from the book I was reading. I look up and find Remus staring out the window of the studio lost in his thoughts.
From where I was sitting, I could see all of his beautiful features,  including his scars, those that he hates because they remind him of what lives inside of him but I’m completely in love with. As he stared at nothing in particular, a worried expression was appearing.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as I stood up and walked to him. He hugged me, placing me in front of him and resting his head on my shoulder.
“It’s nothing dear, I’m just tired,” he says with a small smile. Why don’t we go to bed, It´s getting late.” He grabs my hand and leads me to our bedroom. 


Without changing clothes, he lays down in the bed facing the ceiling, letting go another sigh.
I fall next to him, taking his arm and wrap it around me as I place my head on his chest listening to his steady breath.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong? you are never this quiet. “
I look at him trying to find an answer reflected on his face, but nothing was showing.

I lift myself, sitting on the bed and he following my action. Unsure of how to answer me, he replies after a few seconds of silence.
“What if our son ends up like me?”. A worried tone could be heard as he struggled to get these words out. 

“ What if he’s is no accepted and people find him dangerous shutting him out?”

“I can’t live, knowing that our child could hate himself because of what he is. It would all be my fault.” He looks into my eyes with sadness, dropping his eyes down to where our unborn son is and placing his hand delicately on my stomach.

I stroke his hair and grab his hand making him look up again. “We don’t know if he’s going to have your little furry problem.”

“Problem?. Y/N the problem is that I am a monster.“ 

"You’re wrong, you’re not a monster.” He looks away not daring to look at me as he says “I still don’t understand how you still with me after all these years.”

A few seconds passed letting the silence wander through the room. 

“Because I love you.” I simply answer as tears started to form in my eyes. “I love all of you, with fur or legs, my love for you won’t change. No matter what”
“And if our son ends up like you, I am going to love him without a doubt, and we are going to teach him how to be an amazing person, just like his father is.” A single tear left my eye, he noticed it and wipes away.

It felt like years passed by between us, not a sound was heard or a word was said, we just stared at each other. He pulled me closer to his chest and hold me there.

A heavy weight was lifted from the room, leaving behind a breeze of tranquility.

“He’s going to be so lucky to having you as his mother.” He says almost in a whisper. I look at his face and a small peaceful smile appeared on it. 

“He’s already lucky by having you as his father.”

What do you write when words don’t seem to be enough? When the things she says or does leave you speechless? That’s the hard part. Finding words to describe the tingly sensation you get in the pit of your stomach when you see her again after what seems an eternity or when she covers her smile and turns away. Does anyone notice the way I look at her?

Disbelief comes close to the right word. Disbelief that someone so beautiful both inside and out still exists. The kind of person you envision after reading a love story but actually standing before you. You know the books I’m talking about? The ones where she’s been through so much and yet still finds the beauty in sunrises on the beach. Where her scars are invisible but still inflicting pain, you just don’t see it. I see it. Her eyes dull for just a second and her smile disappears. I can tell she’s hurting. She brushes it off like it’s nothing. She’s so strong. Stronger than I thought people could be. It’s intimidating actually; that someone so seemingly fragile and delicate can be stronger than you.

I want to know her. All of her. She’s like the book you can’t stop reading past 4am; I can’t get enough. She’s the first book I’ve wanted to read since I can remember. I can’t ever seem to find the words I’m looking for but she’s a book full of all the right words in a world where I can’t find a single one.

—  She wrote this for me and it made me cry | 12/4/16 | 9:58pm.

The Beauty and the Beast trailer with Emma Watson just came out and it looks great, but I just can’t help but imagine a Harry Potter/Beauty AU.

Like, Hermione is in the forest studying or something, stumbles upon a castle, and she finds Fleur, who, because she’s part Veela, is seen as a “Beast”.  (and if you’ve read the books, you know they can indeed become quite beastly).

Can you imagine Hermione falling in love with Fleur for who she is on the inside, as Fleur has constantly been judged by her outward appearance her entire life?

Or Fleur showing Hermione that huge library?

Good lord the possibilities!

they told me that i took out something good from my broken heart
and they called it ‘words’
they said i bleed words and they are beautiful
but how ugly it was to name beautiful my pain
it was never beautiful
god, now i realized out of all these lies that my heart only bleed red
it was the same as someone who didn’t wrote about it
the pain echoed and it fucking destroyed me
nothing was ever beautiful inside me it was just broken pieces and broken promises and life lies
i lost my light
—  k.m

Last year I was lonely and unhappy. I felt lost and completely abandoned. My ex had given up on us and I think I knew it. Our relationship was horrible and toxic. I was being harassed and my eating disorder was in full swing. Depression and anxiety ruled my life. I felt sick, inside and out. It was hard to enjoy Christmas.

This year I’m sitting on the other side of my parent’s fireplace and my beautiful fiancé is reading a book. Every so often I catch her eye and I am nearly breathless when I remember she’s here with me. My weight has evened out and my anxiety and depression are under complete control. I’m not lonely. I’m not sad or upset. I feel completely at peace.

I’m proof that things get better. Even when you think they never will, they do. Just hold on. Life gets better, one day at a time.

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SHADOWHUNTERS + BOOK QUOTES

anonymous asked:

Far too many people think that looks really matter. So what if you're bald? So what if you've got a lazy eye? So what if your teeth are crooked? So what if you're "ugly"? If you're beautiful on the inside, you're beautiful overall. End of story.

I totally agree anon.

One of my favourite quotes is from the Roald Dahl book The Twits:

“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”

never tell someone that they don’t a have reason to be sad or that the reason they’re sad is ‘stupid’. you do not know what kind of thoughts go through that person’s head. even as a depressed person yourself you have an idea of what goes on, but you don’t know. you might be the type of person to judge a book by its cover, “they look like they’ve got their shit together. big house, money, latest iphone, beautiful features, etc.”, the outside of someone is so deceiving. what’s on the inside is the important part, and unfortunately it’s also the part that people can’t see. depression isn’t easy to get out of either. depression doesn’t last 5 minutes. you can’t think your way out of it in fact, by thinking about it you dig yourself deeper. you can’t say “just be happy” because i guarantee they’ve probably already tried and given up. sometimes it’s hard to get out of bed. hard to open or close your eyes. hard to feel your rib cage move as you breath. imagine how hard it would be to make yourself happy. you’ll never completely understand the position until you’re there. depression can be hard to read sometimes. so many people hide it. they hide it behind fake smiles, drugs, food, alcohol, starvation, and so much more. everyone has their own ways to deal with it. depression can make you hate yourself. the thing that sparked your depression may not last as long as you hating yourself will. you get frustrated because you don’t understand what’s so wrong with you. you don’t understand why all the sudden you can sleep for days and still be so tired. you rethink your whole life trying to find where you fucked up. wondering what you did to deserve this mess you’re in. you do things to hurt yourself, you may starve yourself into anorexia or binge eat your way into bulimia. you could begin self mutilating your body, just because you’re tired of seeing your wrists and thighs clean. you may start asking yourself why you’re still here, you may begin to forget your self worth and you could possibly attempt to end it all. and then one day you will find the courage in you to tell someone about what you’ve been struggling with, if they don’t find out themselves. they’ll try to help you and i promise there will be times you regret telling someone about your darkness. you will begin insisting you don’t need help and that you can do it all yourself. accept the help, embrace it, try. all i ask of you is to try, love. and you start your road to recovery.
i would continue on, but im stuck at this part too.
—  j.e.m.