u look so good in red

anonymous asked:

please please don't EVER change your gameplay / style / anything just bc people tell you to! this is your blog and if you like the plumbob, the plumbob's gotta stay, even if it bothers like two people. also i don't understand why bc plumbobs are 1. cute 2. essential part of the sims experience 3. they look GOOD on gameplay pictures just think about the ~dramatic flair~ an angry red plumbob can add to a picture of a miserable sim; thanks i love u ok i'm out

♥ this ♥ is ♥ the ♥ best ♥ thing!! thank u babe this is literally everything i thought about the matter haha, also idk but the plumbobs remind u that it’s just a game and helps u keep a distance which i kinda need bc i get swept up so quickly! but but thank u and i love u!!

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happy birthday to a boy 

as bright as the yellow of the sun, 

as warm as the orange in the summer skies, 

as out standing as the red flames of fire.

you truly are the embodiment of the sunset colours

The Signs as Makeup 💄
  • Aries: Liquid eyeliner. Because it's fierce as hell but also makes u rage quit, both of which are common Aries pastimes
  • Taurus: nude eyeshadow. Because it seems too quiet and subtle to be beautiful but yet, here Taurus is... I mean nude eyeshadow.
  • Gemini: colorful mascara. Because why? But also, why not? Put it in your brows n push some limits, like a true Gemini.
  • Cancer: white eyeliner. A staple for when you cry but don't want people to know u just cried, much like a Cancer might do.
  • Leo: anything holographic. Because it steals the show and it shines, which Leo's r known to do.
  • Virgo: foundation. You know a good makeup look needs some. It smooths everything out, like a Virgo w bed sheets.
  • Libra: smokey eye. Classic, classy and adaptable, Libra approved.
  • Scorpio: graphic eyeliner. It's mysterious.Who has the time? Who has the patience? So many questions. It's also bold, like a Scorpio.
  • Sagittarius: "no makeup" makeup. So many steps. It's an adventure to get there. which is.... exactly where u started.... life is about the journey, the Sagittarius motto.
  • Capricorn: red lipstick. When you put that on you mean business, and that is something a Capricorn can respect.
  • Aquarius: hair glitter. Bet you didn't think of that. It's cool n unconventional, like an Aquarius.
  • Pisces: green lipstick. It's different. Almost the exact opposite color of what u expect. Pisces has thought about this. It's a statement.

-modern au
-keith and lance show up to school in the same outfit
-lance is rly extra abt it
-probably demands a “who wore it best?” vote
-keith is amused and fond and this both frustrates and flusters lance
-lance goes to the lost and found and pulls on a sweatshirt so they’re no longer matching
-its dorky as hell and has a robot lion from some 80s cartoon on it
-its keiths sweatshirt
-he doesnt know this
-when he comes to the next class wearing it keiths heart does lots of flips and he turns bright red
-lance sits down next to him and grins
-“haha now we’re not matching anymore ur plan to humiliate me has failed”
-keith cannot speak bc lance is wearing his clothes and he looks rly cute and it feels so domestic and his gay heart can’t take it
-“i was rly lucky they had this in the lost and found i didnt wanna be stuck looking like i was copying u all day. also whoever owned this smells rly good which is a plus seriously take a whiff of this. think i can get their number lol”
-keith.exe has crashed
-they run into hunk after class and he’s like “hey guys! oh lance why are u wearing keiths hoodie?”
-keith buries his face in his hands and groans
-lance blushes all the way down to his toes
-rip in fucking pieces

anonymous asked:

Do you think when bakugo and ochako get together they would keep it a secret or would tell people or let them find out on their own?

well i can’t see them actually getting together until they’re adults, so i don’t really see why they’d keep it a secret. maybe from the media or something, but i don’t really see why they’d hide it from their friends

in a completely self indulgent scenario where they date at UA, well…. i imagine that they wouldn’t like. hide it exactly? like i don’t think Bakugou would wanna make it public or obvious b/c he’s still kinda rocky with emotions and he doesn’t want people butting in on his personal business, so he kinda just yells at anyone who asks (”HAAAH? WHAT’S IT TO YA?”)

but i don’t think Ochako would mind all that much? maybe she’d be a little shy when it comes up, or try to steer the convo away b/c she gets all red and embarrassed. but she’d be happy about it and casually mention stuff here and there 

but like…. i don’t think they’d try to actively hide it? like they’d hold hands or share an umbrella or she’d hold his arm in pubic or they’d eat lunch together, etc. casual little things like that. they just wouldn’t want anyone bugging them about it 

(i imagine the boys constantly rag on Bakugou and joke about how on earth he managed to start dating such a sweet, nice girl like Uraraka when he’s such a dick, but it’s all in good fun. Bakugou screams death threats at them every other day. one day someone makes the mistake of suggesting that she’s weak, and he snaps back with a, “She’s fuckin’ stronger than you, asshole.”

Mina and Tooru often ask Ochako what she sees in Bakugou when he’s so……. himself, and Ohcako probably blushes and replies with stumbling words, “Ohh, well, you know, he’s actually kinda nice underneath it all, ya know? Like, okay maybe not nice nice, but he’s nice in his own way, it’s just hard to see sometimes!!” 

“………. Really?” Mina stares in utter disbelief.

“Ahahaha…” Ochako laughs, trying to brush off the awkwardness of the situation aside, “Ya gotta believe me on this! I swear it’s true!! He’s nice in his angry weird yell-y way!! A-and he’s really funny, and a good cook!! And he believes in me!! He helps push me to do my best!!” She said, raising up a fist up for emphasis, a fire burning in her eyes. 

She paused a moment before scratches the back of her neck, laughing weakly, “Ya just gotta trust me on this guys, haha…”

“We’re not doubting you, Ocha-chan,” Tsuyu pipes up, tongue sticking out slightly as she addresses Ochako, “It’s just hard to see Baku-chan be nice is all. Tho I’m sure our lil Baku has his good points too. He’s friends with Kirishima, and he’s dating you. That must mean something.” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” Mina mutters. She quickly perked up however, and leaned over to ask Ochako with a grin, “So… is he a good kisser?”

“U-u-uuhhhhhh…” Uraraka stutters, eyes wide and cheeks burning. Tsuyu gives Mina a disapproving look. “Don’t pressure her into talking.” she croaked.

Mina glances at her disappointingly, but sighs. “Fine, fine. You don’t have to answer.”

silence reigns between them, until Ochako mutters something under her breath, curling over the drink in her hand to hide her red face. Both girls blink, and lean closer curiously. “What was that, Ocha-chan?” Tsuyu asks.

“I-I said… I h-have to… k-k-kiss him. He-he gets too embarrassed to kiss me…” Ochako’s says quietly, voice trembling and looking at them bashfully from under her eyelashes. she glances away and fidgets in her seat.

“O-hoho~” Mina grins widely, like the cat who ate the canary. “Bakugou gets too embarrassed to kiss you? And here I thought he’d be all fierce with romance like he is with fighting!” 

Tsuyu hums. “That is rather surprising. Who knew there was something Baku-chan was nervous about?”

“P-please don’t tell anyone I said that!” Ochako asks, eyes wide and flustered. “He’ll kill me if he knew I told anyone!” 

Well--” Mina protests, before Tsuyu’s tongue lightly smacks her cheek. “No problem, Ocha-chan. We’ll be sure to keep it a secret.”

Mina pouts at Tsuyu, rubbing her cheek slightly, before dramatically sighing, flopping back against the couch. “Fine, fine, I won’t tell anyone. Only for you, Ochako.” She sighed again, “Such good gossip, wasted…”)

“you have your mother’s eyes” 

Lily stood there with her back straight, tears streaming down her face. Her arms spread wide out, as if that will protect the infant that was behind her in the crib. She looked up, into the face of the intruder. Searching, hoping, for a flicker of hesitation. Instead, all she saw was a smile. Perhaps even a laugh, she did not know. She could only hear her own cries. “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”. She was begging, hoping, he would comply. In that moment, her vision was blurry. She wanted to turn around and kiss Harry one more time, wanted to tell him how much she loved him….”Please … have mercy … have mercy…”.  One more kiss, one more look, one more moment. “Please”. The last thing she saw was a green light coming towards her. 

“you have your mother’s eyes”

Harry looked into the face of his opponent. His back straight, but his body aching. His clothes having stains of dried blood. He must die. It must end. He did not say a word. He couldn’t. Instead, he pictured Ron and Hermione. His best friends. The ones he dreamed of having during his childhood, when Dudley and his friends laughed at him. His two best friends who stuck by him, who protected him. He pictured his parents, whom he saw moments ago. He knew they were beside him. His mother was likely standing in front of him, like she had done years ago. But this time, it was Harry’s turn to protect those he loved. Ginny’s face popped up into his vision. When he had seen her in the castle, he wanted to hug her. Have one last moment with her. One last kiss. He straightened his back again, and looked into his opponent’s red eyes. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.

Natural oils/teas

Acne= tea tree oil (rub it on problem area if in soap form, let rest on problem area for 30ish minutes if oil/water mix)
Periods pains: coconut oil (you can find tablets of this)
Insomnia, stress: chamomile tea
Tired, slow metabolism: green tea (putting warm tea bags over your eyes will help get rid of dark circles)
Sore stomache: chai tea
Ate too much crap food: oolong tea
Feel a migraine coming, bloated: peppermint tea
Trying to wake up: matcha
Ate smthn that doesn’t agree with u, nausea: Ginger tea
De-stress: lavender (tea or candle form both work)
For colds: white tea
Asthma attacks: black tea
Cramps in your stomache: chamomile tea (I cannot stress this enough, ur cramps will be gone in like 5 minutes, literally)
Maintaining good blood pressure: hibiscus tea
Lowering cholesterol: rooibos tea
Stress: lemon balm
Before you get a cold: elderflower tea
Get sunburned easily: moringa oil
Eczema, rashes: tamanu oil
Aging, stress lines: meadowfoam seed oil
Dry skin like wtf why is my skin so dry: golden jojaba
I’m 15 and I look 50 cuz my skin is loose: Argan oil
Red spots, irregular skin colour: black cumin seed oil
Acne scars, harsh skin: rosehip oil
Dandruff, I bleach my head 10 times a day and my scalp hurts: almond oil
Dry hair: shea butter
Hair fall out: coconut oil
Frail hair, split ends: castor oil
Turns out dyeing ur hair can fuck it up: avocado oil
I want shiny hair: jojaba oil
Grow faster: ylang ylang oil
Prone to matting: eucalyptus oil
Hair too oily: basil oil
Hair loss: Rosemary oil
Ur hair stands up when u hold it between ur fingers: chamomile oil
Dry scalp: myrrh oil

Feel free to add to the list !!

anonymous asked:

can you draw vanessa in her dress from The Club?

shes here to look good and kick ass, and she already looks good

Just Between Us (Jungkook angst/fluff)

Request: “You and Jungkook are secretly dating and there’s a scandal telling that he’s hiding his relationship" - from mymisstina

Originally posted by jung-koook

Word count: 1.8k

Genre: Angst/fluff


You pulled back the curtain and peered out, squinting against the sunlight. Your neighbor was taking out the trash and a woman was jogging past. You scanned the street for anything suspicious, then pulled the curtain closed.

“Can we just have the curtains open, please,” your dad called from the couch, not turning away from the TV.

“No,” you said. “Not yet.”

“What are you expecting to see, exactly?” your mom asked. You turned and watched her fold laundry on the dining table.

“I don’t know,” you said. “People taking pictures of the house. People throwing eggs.”

She laughed.

“Honey, no one’s looking for you.”

You opened the curtain again and looked around. You knew that she was right, and you weren’t sure why you were struggling to relax. They couldn’t exactly track you down based on a dumb cutesy nickname. But you were worried that your anonymity might make the whole thing more intriguing. They didn’t know who you were, so finding your identity might seem like a challenge to some of them.

You glanced down at your phone, wishing that Jungkook would hurry up with his rehearsal and text you. He always knew how to sooth your anxiety. Even when the pictures came out, he knew exactly what to say.

It was two days earlier. You were in his dorm, on a date. Your dates were almost always confined to either his place or yours, as going out together would cause too much of a stir. He had left the room to take a call, and reentered looking worried.

“What?” you asked.

“Don’t be mad,” he said. He sat close beside you and held your hand. “I did something dumb.”

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The Encounter - A Fatal Error fanfic

So I had an idea for a story! I apologize in advance.)

***

*You pet the dog. Petting capacity is at 50%.

Greater Dog’s tail wagged at incredible speed as Frisk rubbed his belly. It seemed like they couldn’t stop just yet, unless they wanted to hear his incessant whining. Not that that was a problem, of course. Frisk was more than happy to indulge the small dog.

Eventually, Greater Dog yipoed and placed his paw on their hands. It seemed like he wanted them to stop. Frisk complied, then the dog stood back up and hopped into his empty armor headfirst. His tail stuck out from the top as he left the area. Frisk giggled at how goofy it looked. They wiped off the snow from their shorts and started heading back to Snowdin.

As they walked, Frisk admired the sight of all the snowflakes falling from the sky. The trees swayed somehow in a nonexistant breeze, and the occasional passerby would greet them. Even monsters that didn’t recognize Frisk were so nice. Everything about this was just so…peaceful. They hoped it would only get better from here on out…

Snap.

Frisk jumped, startled by the sudden sound. They looked down and saw no twigs underneath their feet, so why…?

Frisk curved their lips. …It’s probably just Sans. But…why doesn’t he just come out?

“Hello?” Frisk called out. “Is anyone there?”

“…Sans?”

Frisk squinted their (already tiny) eyes. They could make out some sort of figure, huddled up behind the trees further up ahead.

…But the twig was behind them. How could he have done that?

Frisk didn’t understand much about the Underground yet. Maybe, if they just walked up to him….he could explain?

Frisk took a deep breath, then began to approach who they believed to be the short, pun-loving skeleton. As they got closer, however…he obscured himself just a little more.

But why? Was he afraid of them?

…No, he couldn’t be… Frisk thought. He was the first person I met after I left the Ruins…

…Unless…

Frisk picked up speed. The figure reacted frantically to their approach, making a few shuffling noises in the snow. It wasn’t until Frisk entered the forest that they got a much better view.

…What they saw in front of them, they hadn’t expected at all.

It was Sans, or…it wasn’t? Frisk couldn’t tell. His jacket had been bleached of all color, and several specks of…something surrounded his body. They resembled glitches, and some of the pieces were even detached from his own body. It ended up looking like fragments of his body were missing, or simply floating around him.

But what bothered Frisk the most were his eyes and chest. His eye sockets had no lights in them, and were instead mismatched in shape and color. One was blue (and they swore they could see words inside of it), while the other was bright red and…half-melted. It was uncomfortable to look at those seemingly empty eyes…

…And on Sans’ chest, there was a wide, ghastly cut, extending diagonally across his belly to nearly the top of his shirt. The strange words in his eyes were unmistakably there as well, and his slippers were stained with what looked like blood.

Seeing the cut made Frisk a bit queasy. What could’ve happened to this poor skeleton?

“…Sans?” Frisk whispered, their voice quivering. The skeleton, who hadn’t seemed entirely focused on them before, lifted his head at the mention of the name.

“… yyyou… you aare…”

Frisk winced at the sound of his voice. It sounded so distorted, so broken that they could hardly understand it. And yet…they still could.

…This was all very strange.

“…Frisk,” they replied. “I’m Frisk. We met earlier…didn’t we?”

“…. Dddin’t we?” he mimicked. Frisk was a bit unnerved by that, but they didn’t want to just leave him like this.

“…You aren’t the same skeleton I met. Are you?”

‘Sans’ tilted his head, contemplating the question. Eventually, he shook his head.

“…I see.” Frisk scratched their head, then stared at him hesitantly.

“Then who are you?”

Frisk watched as he reached up for his scarf and clung to it tightly.

“. .. Nnoo one. Jusst passing throughh.”

It was the most coherent sentence they had heard from him so far. Frisk prepared themselves mentally to ask something else.

“…What happened to you?”

The skeleton’s head lowered a little. His grip tightened on the scarf.

“sssomething i lost important to me i lost him”

“W-what?”

“nnot here gone why he’s nnot here”

“I-I don’t under-”

“bbbrotherr find him i can’t i can’t WHHERE IS HHE-”

“Please!”

He stopped. He turned his head towards Frisk, who looked a little bit afraid.

“Please, slow down. I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

The skeleton shut his eyes and rubbed his arm. He suddenly felt something warm touching him. He opened one eye and saw it was Frisk, looking up at him with concern.

“Do you…wanna talk about it?”

He abruptly sat down in the snow, shaking his head vigorously. Frisk felt their heart clench at how miserable and lost the skeleton looked.

“…Okay. Can I sit with you, then?”

He shrugged. Frisk took it as a yes, or that he at least didn’t seem to mind. They sat down next to the skeleton and said nothing for a while.

Frisk and the strange skeleton just watched the snow fall.

After a while, Frisk turned their head towards the skeleton.

“…I should probably get going. I can’t stay here forever.”

They smiled, and patted his shoulder. Frisk didn’t know if he liked hugs.

“It was nice to meet you.” Frisk stood up and began to walk towards the end of the forest.

“…… .pppap…yrus……

Frisk paused midstep, then turned around.

”…What was that?“

He twiddled his fingers anxiously and grinned.

”.. . papyyrus. Myy brotherr.… “

Frisk’s mouth opened a little in surprise. ”…Papyrus? So wait…you ARE Sans?“

”…mmyyy papyrruss isss missing lost he’s not gone.. .“

Frisk shook her head. ”…I still don’t understand you. Where is he?“

He clenched his hands into fists. His grin slowly turned into a grimace. ”. …goonneee… . .“

They rubbed their head and looked down, realizing what Sans meant by that single word.

”…Oh. I’m really sorry…“

Frisk was about to say something else when they were cut off abruptly. They couldn’t speak or breath properly all of a sudden. They noticed that several red strings had appeared out of nowhere, and most were wrapped tightly around their body. Trembling, they looked over at the skeleton.

He was grinning again, but it seemed far more sinister than before. Frisk could see tears in his eyes.

“B E C A U S E O F Y O U .”

Xedra’s Notes:

Originally posted by cratermania

THIS IS FANTASTIC, OH MY GOODNESS WHY ARE YOU APOLOGIZING?? I AM FLOORED, THIS IS SO GREAT! HHHHHH-

I really like your writing style, and your characterization of Fatal! And I really REALLY like how you wrote his dialogue! It was so spot on :’D

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‘  you know when dogs sit outside with their face turned towards the sun and their eyes closed and they look so relaxed and when you pet them they’re warm that’s how I want to feel always  ’
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‘  i hope all my girls out here r safe n being loved  ’
‘  people are so petty and then here i am, me, an angel,   ’
‘  i want to have angel wings and be kinder, braver and more tender  ’
‘  concept: a really nice italian restaurant but it’s spelled “spagooter” on the menu and the waiters won’t take your order unless you pronounce it like that  ’
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‘  i want something that doesn’t taste like alcohol but has a lot of alcohol in it  ’
‘  i’m alive out of spite  ’
‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up  ’
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‘  forgive and forget?? haha no resent and remember  ’
‘  “you’re obsessed with yourself” and you’re not??? sad. tragic  ’
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‘  my gender is “pretty boy”  ’
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‘  what is a sex drive? where is the sex going? does it even have a license?  ’
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‘  i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual  ’
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‘  me??? upset???? yes constantly  ’
‘  a good gender neutral term to use is ‘fool’  ’
‘  today’s schedule: suffer  ’
‘  my middle name is actually $$  ’
‘  don’t u hate it when u wake up and ur awake  ’
‘  i want someone who will light a fire in me  ’
‘  i want someone who will light me on fire  ’
‘  i’m too cute for 90% of the shit i go thru  ’
‘  who needs therapy when you can Realize™ things about yourself alone at 1 am  ’
‘  why is there so much blood in my alcohol system  ’
‘  no offense but i am a blessing to this earth  ’
‘  haha oops i care about you  ’
‘  they call me calcium because i give everyone strong bones  ’
‘  do you have that one person that you can’t look at when you’re trying to be mad at them because they’re so cute??  ’
‘  hi i’m here to ruin everything  ’
‘  one day i’m gonna say ‘fight me!’ and someone’s just gonna fuckin deck me  ’
‘  me? a jealous hoe? absolutely  ’
‘  it’s raining but it’s not men so what’s the point  ’
‘  i think i may be gayer than i originally planned  ’
‘  i can’t hang out tomorrow i’m too busy doing nothing alone sorry  ’
‘  me? overreacting? shit probably  ’
‘  i would like to publicly announce that i have no idea what i’m doing  ’
‘  is there a scholarship for trying  ’
‘  me?? using sarcasm as a defense mechanism??????? what?????  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m feeling but there is a lot of it  ’
‘  i require a lot of attention or you get a lot of attitude  ’
‘  “what the fuck” is an emotion now and it’s the only one i have  ’
‘  you’re important to me, you piece of shit  ’

anonymous asked:

do you have any pictures from amas 2014? i can't remember anything anymore haha

be prepared fam u botta cry 

like they look soooo good????

like zayn dead ass went to the amas looking so fucking good with a jacket and belt and when his ass came back guess what? he came back flushed with raw red swollen lips lmao like bruh they fucked there’s NO other explanation for why zayn looked flushed looking way too happy fonding over liam more than usual with no belt or jacked and his hair looked a hot ass mess after he came back like somebody was pulling on that shit im screaming but ziam are some freaks yall they love public sex i s2g this is way too long but u asked so :)

A. 17 is too old to binge eat Oreos.

B. if in the weeks following hot night he ate the sadness from your mouth, your aura turned lavender, your eyes went moony: you’re not in love. say it with me now. sing it like a gospel song, build a church with chicken bones.

C. you we’re alive before he kissed you. you are such goddamn sap it’s pathetic to share a skin with you.

D. don’t think anything has changed just because you feel wanted. you still watch horror movies when you’re sad until you lose your empathetic capacity and stop recoiling when the knife shoves and twists, when you hear bones snap, until bodies look like toys that just have but red stuffing inside and you’re so numb you think you’re in a video game.

E. you’re still not afraid of running with scissors.

F. you still get wet between the legs at the thought of stealing concealer from rite aid.

G. you are still fucked. his tongue will freeze against that heart of yours. don’t kick yourself.

H. you can kill yourself if you want, though, lol.

I. 17 is too old to repeat funny things you hear in movies and slip them into loud group conversations you feel left out of and pretend you made them up.

J. he has an ex, and he told you about the long entangled pain of her hands (probably more feminine than yours) around his heart for 3 years. how did it hurt the most when she finally stopped clogging his arteries with her acrylics? how did it hurt more when she finally let go? she wrote him a poem about the break up, you smirk, and look evil, and try not to laugh, cause in your mind it’s drawn in crayon and rhymes “lies” with “eyes”, and she spent nearly two hours on it, and posted it to her private instagram without context. fucking poem, yeah right. fucking writer, yeah right. you could write a love song about garlic bread and it would make him break down on his knees.

K. in regards to the aforementioned, you are fundamentally mean. you can take pills for that. or: you should take a blade to where that shit lives. you should carve it out and use the hole to hide a flask so you can swallow something to burn the venom when it starts to bubble up again. and it will bubble up again.

L. simultaneously you are kinder than you think. she makes him believe he’s lonely, and so he stays and loves her. you make him believe he’s lovely, and so he leaves and loves himself.

M. you hate your body because you think it’s too strong. you force yourself to eat pounds of sugar so the hem of your skirt will glitter like your eyes don’t, and boys will pay attention to that and not your droopy face. your stomach regurgitates. armor doesn’t work when you wage war with yourself.

N. keep your hair in braids. keep your entitlement on a yoke.

O. you’re old enough now to stop pulling out memories from the back of the fridge at the bottom of the leftovers and force them down my gullet even when their 8 years old and buzzing with mold.

P. you have stopped pretending you don’t have a gag reflex just to get rotten things into you, just to get a boy to swear you’re an angel. (the pretty white birthday cake. with the pink frosting between the layers, with the red frosting “a” in “Happy” smushed into the plastic tupperware like all splat! like red dead bird guts on the window, and everybody stops and turns their heads and is quiet for a in a minute long funeral made of wrinkled skin and blue eyeshadow as high as the eyebrow).

Q. I’m not living off of dead things anymore.

R. yes this is in first person now, I can feel the blood coming back to my toes, pins and needles has never felt this good, I think i love this body,

S. i think I don’t need a reason to live anymore, because I had to die so many times before I could cut this nostalgia out of me, this pregnancy of memories, and eat it raw again like placenta, that blood around my mouth is my search warrant for purpose.

T. And everybody has told me the meaning of life, everybody has told me I look beautiful in white, but I have never agreed with either. But I’m so beautiful in red, when I’m covered in blood. I go all splat, my neck snaps like in the horror movies i have gotten so good at being numb to, and everyone stops and stares.

U. it is a celebration not a funeral, or a celebration of a funeral.

V. but I can use this, this wrench was made for broken things, this fork and knife was not made for surgery, don’t treat yourself like a slab of meat

W. yeah you are not a prodigy in any right, yeah you can be such a bitch sometimes, yeah you have not had real friends in about 2 years, yeah he doesn’t want to fuck you, so don’t be happy. don’t be happy, that way you can cut yourself with this poem and heal yourself with it by the end. get your music on, lock your razor with your pressed flowers, this roadtrip is gonna take sometime, I need to know you’ll stay alive for the whole thing.

X. this is not a happy poem. i don’t know how to write a happy poem yet. this is a poem with both of my eyes open, not written at 3 am. i will write a happy poem when I’m fucking happy, so for now i feed this sad poem the buttercups and raw meat that clot your veins to grow it big and strong

Y. and this monster will come alive to pull me to the light someday.

Z. 17 is before the storm, as traditional as it may be. So run after the ice cream truck, eat all the Oreos you want, buy them with your pocket change, scrape them from the bottom of a glass of milk.

17 is too young to feel so hurt. 17 is to young to hold back like some boring cubicle crony. 17 is too young for all these rules.

—  hey, happy birthday!! the big one seven lmao, what do u want? I mean like if u could have anything, what would u want?