this is me everyday at work

My other half isn’t some guy or girl.
It’s who I aspire to be.
It’s what I work towards everyday.
It’s the person I’d be proud of.
It’s being the person at peace.

My other half isn’t someone who will save me.
It’s who I used to be.
It’s the parts of me I lost along with way.
It’s the things I miss about me.
It’s the right things I did and the kind words I said.

My other half is not someone else but me as someone else.

Love Isn’t a Memory

“My name is Dean Winchester

Sam is my brother

Mary Winchester is my mom, and

Casti–Cas, is my best friend.”

Dean popped his eyebrows high and shuffled unsure.

“Yes, that’s right,” Cas urged.

“You,” Dean said throwing a finger between them. “You’re Cas?”

Cas nodded, “Yes.”

Dean looked back and a stark vulnerability in his face caught Cas between the ribs. The low room light lit him kindly; the crows feet around his eyes were showing. Cas liked those little smile lines, liked them more everyday.

Dean scrubbed his chin. “No, that can’t be right,” he mumbled.

“Why?”

“That can’t be all, I mean.” His jaw jumped as he worked a timid nibble into his bottom lip, “You an’ me.”

“All?” Cas frowned, tried to seek an answer in the filtered sunlight at the motel window before he gave up and shook his head. “I don’t understand.”

“Are we… only friends?”

Heat hit Cas’ face in a quick bloom. “Why do you ask that?”

Dean was fixed on Cas now, face thin and brow folded. He’d just struck a nerve, and he seemed to know it.

He felt the lapel of Cas’ coat, and briefly brushed a thumb down his tie. He shook his head like he was trying to knock something loose – or knock something away, and he grabbed Cas in those wide green eyes again. “Because I feel like… it’s more than that. I feel like I look at you, and…  I’m in love with you.”

Cas shied back. “Oh,” he puffed, blindsided.

It was incredible how easily an unguarded Dean Winchester managed to rip their lives open. Although, Dean had always been good at turning Castiel inside out.

one day only!

somehow I ended up working a 10 hour shift solo when usually 3 people work on Saturdays so I probably won’t have time to write today like I usually do. 

So I was thinking you guys should write for me! My blog is normally all my own writing and I typically post everyday but I thought for today it would be nice to mix it up. Soooo…..

  • tag me in a poem (new or old) and I’ll reblog it 
  • submit a poem and I’ll post it 
  • or if you want to send in an anon poem I’ll answer with a little add on

all you gotta do it be following me 

I’ll be tagging them all #olivia takes a day off

anonymous asked:

helppppp a girl out :( i'm going on a trip in a few months and want to lose some weight

You should love yourself no matter what, but I just cut all animal products out of my diet. Not just because I thought it would be healthier but just seeing how they were being treated made animal product unappealing to me. I work out ALOT haha I do spin classes at least 3x a week, run or hike everyday and go on hour long walks everyday :) I also drink lots of water and just try my best to keep a positive attitude, another thing that really helps kick of healthy habits is adding coconut oil into a couple meals throughout your day since coconut oil speeds up metabolism, is good for pretty much everything in and outside of your body, and it’s really filling. I usually wake up to a cup of black coffee with coconut oil, cinnamon and honey. Xx

Okay I’m gonna vent a sec.

Okay, everyday I get on here to talk to friends, get away from the outside ( I also go to church but that only works on Sunday’s). But recently I’ve noticed a lot of anger/ Everyone I’ve talked to has something to say about the election, and none of it is positive. If it comes up, my first thought is: “Oh boy here we go.” My next is: “I need to try and defuse this before it explodes.” Sometimes it works, but more often than not I make it worse. And it scares me, and makes me sad. 

I understand people don’t like the end result, but this there’s nothing we can really do, except be patient an keep up hope. This world is getting more and more difficult for us all to live in, and no one is taking responsibility, they’re just blaming it all on our new president. I’m just a teenage girl, so I don’t understand why there’s so much hatred, and I don’t understand because I was overseas for so long. My dad, a former Air Force Colonel, says that too many rumors made it to people’s heads, and now they’ve apparently become fact. I’m not going to give specifics because 1. My dad prefers I not.2. I don’t know of many besides the ones that turned to headlines.

I personally think it’s silly how one tiny ember can ignite a forest fire. And fire consumes everything if not put out. Right now I’m trying to at least start putting that out. Starting with some people close to me. It’s not working, I end up getting yelled at though text a lot.

All I want is to put back that happy, peaceful part of my friends and everyone. But I feel like I’m failing miserably, I feel like I’m loosing the part I’m trying to put back.

If my sunshine goes out while I’m trying to help, what will happen to my friends then? Should I stop trying to help? Am I fueling the fore too? I’m so confused!!! It doesn’t feel like home anymore!

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm 5'7" and 105 lbs, my goal weight is 80, how long would it take to get there? And how many calories should I eat a day? I purge and take laxatives as well.

How about quitting the pro-ana shit? You’re already underweight and I did not have to calculate you bmi to know that. Purging will take years of your life. Laxatives don’t work. They. Are. Bullshit.

It’s not my body, so I shouldn’t be saying anything about it, but you asked for my help. And if you looked at my blog, you should have seen that I do. Not. Promote. Eating disorders. Or any pro-ana shit.

Seriously, reconsider what you are doing. I’m getting a shitload of these pro-eating disorder messages everyday. And they are asking me for unhealthy advice. I’m not going to help you lose weight in an unhealthy way, nor am I going to give it to anyone else.

Stay safe and hydrated.

anonymous asked:

Do you just wake up everyday writing drafts to get notes on here and likes on here maybe take that creativity to an actual relevant important place like school or a work environment?

it’s none of your business what i do with my time …it takes 5 seconds to make a text post how long did it take you to come to my blog and type out this stupid ass waste of time anonymous ask? it will never not be funny to me that people get annoyed by other people posting the random thoughts that pop into their head.

Imagine: in your apartment cooking. Sunday Vibes are right, light spring day 70 degrees outside. Feast being cooked, house cleaned, rent paid & you’ve balled at work & made it to the gym everyday this week. These are the type of things that get me excited.

It’s so hard to write about love in a world where heartbreak is what we all can relate to.
But I want to try.
I want to try because you make me brave and daring.
I entered this thinking love was a scam I wanted to be played by, I entered this thinking you’d break my heart so bad I’d finally become the writer everyone says I’ll be. But boy did you prove me wrong. You took in all my crazy, weird, random and total lameness and loved every inch of it. And it’s not perfect. God knows it’s not. But it’s so worth it. Every second of everyday. You’ve taught me so much; about myself, about what it means to love selflessly and I’ll admit I’m still working on the later, but you’re so patient. I know this isn’t much in the way of artistic poetry, I know this isn’t bled ink but this is love, you know? This is our love story and I’m going to start learning to write about it more. I’m done romanticizing heartache, because of you, I don’t have to.
PSA

NOT EVERY IDOL MAKES A FORTUNE. 

 NOT EVERY IDOL IS ABLE TO AFFORD MEAT AND THATS WHY THEY GET SO EXCITED WHEN SHOWS OFFER THEM MEAT AS A PRIZE.
NOT EVERY IDOL IS ABLE TO DO THINGS LIKE BUY THEIR PARENTS A NEW HOUSE.
NOT EVERY IDOL FROM A FOREIGN COUNTRY IS ABLE TO AFFORD A FLIGHT BACK TO THEIR HOME COUNTRY TO BE WITH THEIR FAMILIES.

IDOLS DONT LIVE THIS AMAZING GLAMOROUS LIFE.
THEY HAD TO WORK THEIR BUTTS OFF TO EVEN GET TO THE POINT OF BEING AN IDOL. THEY DIDNT JUST SHOW UP TO A COMPANY AND BE LIKE “IM HERE TO BE A STAR. DEBUT ME.”
THEY WENT THROUGH HOURS OF TRAINING EVERYDAY. WHETHER IT WAS LANGUAGE OR DANCE OR VOCAL OR SCHOOL IN GENERAL. SOME EVEN WORKED WHILE BEING A TRAINEE SO THEY COULD EAT.
IDOLS AND ACTORS AND ACTRESSES OFTEN TALK ABOUT HOW THEY WOULD EAT WHATEVER THEY COULD DURING THEIR TRAINING. SOME EVEN EATING VITAMINS UNTIL THEY HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL. OTHERS ATE OUT OF TRASH CANS BECAUSE THEY HAD NO OTHER WAY OF GETTING FOOD.

THE TRAINING IS STRESSFUL AND WHEN YOU DEBUT IT GETS WORSE. YOUR SCHEDULE IS EVEN MORE PACKED BECAUSE YOULL HAVE TO START DOING INTERVIEWS AND VARIETY SHOWS ON TOP OF PRACTICING VOCALS AND DANCE.
JUST APPEARING ON A MUSIC SHOW LIKE MUSIC BANK OR INKIGAYO TAKES LIKE 11 HOURS BECAUSE THEY GET UP AT LIKE 5 AND DONT LEAVE UNTIL 9.

SO PLEASE DONT AUDITION FOR COMPANIES WITH THE EXPECTATION THAT YOU WILL MAKE BANK RIGHT OFF THE BAT.

GROUPS WHO MAKE BANK WORKED THEIR BUTTS OFF TO BE ABLE TO MAKE ENOUGH MONEY TO SUPPORT THEMSELVES AND BE ABLE TO BUY THINGS FOR THEIR PARENTS AND FAMILY.

BIG BANG DID NOT MAKE MORE THAN MAROON 5 DID IN 2016 THE MINUTE THEY DEBUTED. THEY WORKED HARD TO GET THERE.

PLEASE JUST REMEMBER THAT IDOLS STRUGGLE TOO.

Spiritual Block

We’ve all been there. You want to do something, you want to write something, you want to make something… But you can’t.

You can’t feel it. You can’t see it. You can’t hear it. You just feel disconnected and anxious. 

I get a lot of asks from people who ask how to reconnect with gods, spirits, and their craft. They claim things have gone cold, gone quiet, gone silent.

So here is a small list of my own suggestions to help with feeling this way. 

Get Out

Now a lot of practices aren’t nature based, so I’m going to word this a bit differently than I would if it applied solely to me. 

Get out of your everyday space. The space you sleep, you eat, you work. Go for a hike, go see a move, go to a cafe, go to a library, go down the road and just listen to the sounds around you. We isolate ourselves through routine and sometimes we put up walls without realizing it. Look at details, explore, investigate, question. Remember you are more than just a 9-5 job. Remember you are more than just the book you read on warding magic or the
overwhelming schoolwork that has been draining your inspiration. 

Regroup

Look to what inspires you. Movies, artwork, other practices or crafts and allow yourself time to look through those things. Do not hold yourself to them, or compare yourself to them but rather think about what inspires you about them. What aspects do you admire? Can you incorporate those into your own practices? Can you change them to suit your own style? What can you add to make them your own, and in doing so make them something more to you?

Shuffle a deck of cards and just do a reading. Flip through a book and just read a page. Listen to a song or a playlist and skip around. Find small elements that you can use to build something bigger. Allow yourself space to write, to draw, to record these things however you can. They don’t need to be organized and they don’t need to be “proper” unless of course you’re into that. Just get it down for later when you can look it over and make sense of it all (if there is sense to make). 

Fake It

The best way to get over a block is to just keep going. After you’ve gone out and regrouped yourself just take another crack at it. Redo shrines or altars. Reorganize bookshelves and chests of materials. Check dates of herbs and cleanse crystals. Water and cull your plants. Now just do it. Don’t need anything yourself? Look to the many people in this world who need a hand. Do a spell for those who are hungry, those who are scared, those who are hurting. Or likewise do a spell against those who are greedy, those who are suffocating and killing, those who are hindering and disrupting. 

Do a spell for your own land, your own home, your friends and family members (some people will warn against doing magic without permission but I’ll leave that choice to you). Do a spell for yourself. Clean yourself. Inspire yourself. Harness passion and dedication. Bathe in it. Sing to your gods or your spirits or if you’ve none sing to the spirits who have passed. 

Turn up the music and dance.
Dance for those fighting for clean water, for those fighting for their own land, for those fighting to put food on the table, for those who feel broken and wronged and desperate. It doesn’t have to be any one person or any specific people. It is still valid and is still worth doing.

Enjoy

Do what you enjoy.
At the end of the day why pursue something if you aren’t enjoying it?

I mean this in a light sense. A lot of people chose this path for other reasons and many have made vows and promises but ultimately why stay if you aren’t enjoying any aspect of this? A duty? A responsibility? Maybe. But for those of us who don’t have those don’t feel restricted and restrained.

Do what you love.

If you love making wards. Make them.

Already have enough? Make some for other people. Make some for the forest. The library. Local soup kitchens.

Like writing spells? Share them. Write as many as you like.
Like constructing rituals? Leaving offerings? Writing poems? Simply being around herbs and crystals and bones? Do that. Surround yourself.

There doesn’t always have to be a reason. Or be a need. You can just do. Don’t let your mind overthink something that is in essence just an action.

For me, witchcraft is an impulse and is sporadic. I do it when I feel I should. And I have found you do not need a reason to do it.

I hope you can shake those cobwebs from your head and pursue what you enjoy.

*(Disclaimer)
Some people may feel their own craft is sacred or very strict and serious. This post is very obviously not directed towards your own particular situation. Please do not apply this post to your own craft if you don’t think it is applicable. This is a personal post of a public format being shared with the sole intention of helping those in similar situations. Curseshamers are tiresome and boring. I’ll spare everyone else the trouble, “Not everyone follows the ‘rules’ and ‘laws’ you do so don’t apply them to other people”. Lastly permission and it’s place in magic is something argued about. This isn’t the post to do that arguing on. If you want to discuss it get your soapbox out and stand on it on your own blog. 

Context: Adrien sneaks out from work everyday just to see Marinette because he just can’t stop thinking about her  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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i missed drawing me kids so much here’s a gift to my og followers (aka the miraculers) ty for sticking with me for this long!!

Levi with Eren

Eren: Levi, I`m so tired.

Levi: Poor thing, come lie down with me.

Levi with everyone else.

Oluo: Captain, I`m tired.

Levi: I don`t give a fuck, get back to work.

Levi with Eren

Eren: I`m hungry Levi!

Levi: It`s okay, I made you lunch already it`s in the kitchen.

Eren: You`re the best!

Levi with everyone else

Eld: I`m kinda hungry Captain.

Levi: Do I look like a damn slave to you? Go find your own food.

Levi with Eren

Eren: You`re so gorgeous Levi.

Levi: *blushes*

Levi with everyone else

Gunther: Oh Captain, you look nice today!

Levi: I look nice everyday, the hell are you trying to say?

Gunther: N-nothing sir I was just-

Levi: stfu

“I missed you”  :’)

-night sketching and loving faces…

Someone died today.
Someone is going to die tomorrow.
It might be me, or it might be you.
It might be someone in my family or in your family.
This might be the last thing I’ll write here, or it might be your last post that you read.
For everyday life gets shorter.
We need to spend it preciously.
We need to remind ourselves that we live for Allah, not for this dunya.
We need to remind ourselves of akhira.
So my dear reader, let this post be a reminder to you. Try harder, work harder, get back to Allah and work for a place in Jannah.