trying to hard maybe

anonymous asked:

tbh i unfollowed you a while back because honestly you went from funny to trying too hard to just cringe-y... idk, maybe if you went back to how you used to be, things might be different...

well, this is my blog, so, I’m gonna continue doing what I want with it. If you find that to be cringey, too bad so sad sucks to be you  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m trying to get over you, I’m trying so goddamned hard. And some mornings I wake up and think, yes, maybe I finally am free. Free from my echoing thoughts of you. Free from the constant battle of loving you and losing you. But then other mornings I wake up and all I can think about is how your eyes look with sunlight in them and how your face looks just before you break into a smile.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be together, maybe not now, maybe not ever.
And I don’t wanna have a single grain of hope, because blessed are those with no expectations.
But sometimes I think against my own will that what if we break all the laws?
Maybe we’ll forget each other soon but what if we meet again someday in the future, and in one look we’ll feel the ache in our hearts of our incomplete love, and maybe then I’ll be right for you, and you’ll be right for me?
Maybe we are meant to be together, maybe not now, but maybe someday.
without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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[shadowhunters lookbook]: hair + clary

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3/1/17 9:32 AM // studying physics and SAT stuff this morning in my second study space I arranged yesterday. It has absolutely nothing around it, just a table, and I have to carry the things I need from my study room. So far it’s proven to be effective for maximizing concentration, maybe you could try it :)

i. my mother tells me:
every time you’re nervous,
say you’re excited, it’ll help
your anxiety
and i said:
okay, i’m willing to try anything
  
ii. when you look at me i feel
little arrows shooting through me,
a falcon wing, a feather quill, a
poem writing itself on the back of my skull
  
iii. what if when i talk to you
all that comes out of my mouth
is a jumble of letters,
a mumble or worse talking too much or
not enough or what if i accidentally say the wrong thing
and we never talk again or what if
  
iv. i’m excited i’m excited i’m excited excitedexcitedexcited
 
v. good morning how are you, good morning
you’re so pretty i get flustered when you speak,
good morning i love those freckles and
the dimples of your cheeks, good morning that sounded
really creepy, good morning my name is, good morning,
hey, how ya doin, yo, oh my god i’d never say yo what is this
the 90’s, i’m trying to hard aren’t i, i’m not trying enough
maybe, okay again try again - good morning
  
vi.  you look at me and 
 
vii. i’m excited.
—  r.i.d/inkskinned

Day 18: I used one layer because I’m a lazy person. Also, inspired by this post!

thanks @crypticdatesuggestions for the amazing text posts!

“Date the girl with wings ten times too big for her slender, fragile-looking form, that looks like it could shatter like glass at any moment. Date the girl who bleeds rich black India ink when she’s cut, and who’s sketchbooks are full of beautiful illustrations etched in her own blood. Date the girl who’s eyes are sharp and cold, but when she looks at you, soften, and grow so warm it feels like standing next to a bonfire when she looks you in the eye.”

I want to tell the boys that “It’s okay to cry. Crying doesn’t mean you’re weak. We are all human. It’s okay.”

Ok but what if there was a soulmate au based on music

Like everyone knows a part of a melody and you have to find the person (or people) that knows the rest

So many possibilitie

  • married couples idley humming their tune around the house and hearing their partner finishing the tune and smiling because its such a simple bonding moment
  • Teens sitting in a classroom working and a hard worker starts humming under their breath and the quiet kid at the back goes bright red and chokes out the answering piece of the song
  • Musicians working their song into their work as an underlying melody hoping the right person will hear it
  • Dating sites where its just a bunch of voice clips
  • ‘Hi, um I’m X and this is my tune… da de dum, dahhh la de da de and then i dont know the rest, do you?’
  • Radio call in stations to help people find TRUE LOVE
  • Someone having a panic attack and crying and choking out their tune because it always calms them to sing it, and then the person caring for them starts singing along quietly
  • Popular kids pretending their melody is hip and trendy when its actually a beautiful classical piece
  • LyRIcS
  • The deaf knowing the lyrics to their song and signing it randomly, trying to find the person who knows the rest because it cuts out in the middle of the sentence like you’re my true love whatever wHATS THE REST OF THAT ONE SENTANCE ITS BEEN BUGGING ME SO LONG
  • People slipping phrases of their lyrics into speech, hoping someone will pick it up
  • People theorising like what could go next, maybe its like this or this and trying so hard that when they hear it they just smile because they were never anywhere near how beautiful their partners song is
  • FUNERALS PLAYING THE SONG AND TEARS IN THE ALIVE PARTNERS EYES BECAUSE THEY’LL NEVER HEAR THEIR SOULMATE SING IT AGAIN
  • FIRST DANCES AT WEDDINGS
  • THERE ARE SO MANY POSSIBILITIES

HELLO EVERYONE IT’S MY BIRTHDAY ON MAY 1st so I have a nice favour to ask you all

This year, everyone on this blog has just been the bbliest. I mean, legitimately hitherto unknown levels of loveliness and kindness. I think the people here are probably the nicest in the world, and that makes me v v happy. The messages and comments that you all send every day actually make me so happy that sometimes I do jigs when I read them (no exaggeration, people tell me I look weird when I do it)

So, if people could do me a little favour and send some nice and lovely messages to one another, that would be the actual best!! I love receiving them and I’m sure that others would too!! You can be anonymous or not - just pls, in honour of Emilia, spread the joy :D

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Today, I tried.
That’s enough.

A Portrait Worth a Thousand Words (Bruce Wayne x Reader)

aka My Sad Attempt at Fluff for Bruce


The portrait wasn’t the original – that one had been one of the many things lost in the fire that claimed Wayne Manor. No, this one was actually a copy that had once hung for many years at Wayne Tower in downtown Gotham. Of course, Bruce made sure that it had been replaced with a duplicate he’d commissioned, earning admiration from many who saw it as the act of a loving, successful son who was determined to always keep another legacy of his parents nearby.

It therefore puzzled you that he didn’t keep it aboveground in the Glass House but, instead, subterranean in the Batcave. It became even more perplexing when you realized that it was placed in a hallway that Bruce seemed to rarely walk down, quite possibly even finding alternate options to the route if he could. Most people would have a painting of their long-deceased parents somewhere in a common area or even private one; just somewhere where they could always see them and smile at them, maybe even hold a conversation. Then again, Bruce was not most people, being a tall, stupid-rich, former-playboy who moonlighted as knuckle-baring vigilante in a bat suit.

You simply followed his unspoken example.

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