wasting life away

Can we romanticize video games the way we do books?

Like you hear all these things about how you can curl up with a book on a rainy day and drink tea and smother yourself in blankets but anytime you hear things about video games it’s always about how you’re wasting your life away yelling into a headset as you play Call of Duty in a basement?

Imagine bundling yourself up on the couch, the sound of rain hitting the roof, and putting on Fable for a few hours. Or getting home after a long day of work. You make yourself a cup of cocoa, put on fuzzy pjs, and play Viva Piñata for hours not giving a second thought to the outside world. Semester just got out? Throw on some Fallout and just take a night to breathe and enjoy.

You aren’t wasting your life away, you’re enjoying it. Games can be just as much an escape as books, except you get to be part of the story.

i cant believe lance and keith looked at each other like this.. omg

don’t have anyone to tell me I have stars in my eyes, galaxies in my mind.

I don’t have anyone to tell me I am pretty when the sunlight kisses my skin, or how breathtaking I look talking about the things I love, or how I have the ability to envelope people with my love so completely.

I know all these things, I’ve known them since the beginning of time.

I know I am beautiful, and my personality is cheerful and explosive.

I know that I am smart and can rule the world someday.

I am a whole, complete entity, and I don’t need any boy to tell me any different.

I am done wasting my life away chasing behind boys who will never love me back, boys who will never care as much as me, I am tired of half assed romance and all those almost relationships.

I know, someday, I’ll meet someone who can coexist at the same wavelength as me, and even if I won’t ever meet him, I will be happy.

I am happy because although the sun doesn’t always kiss my cheeks like it does to the girl you are chasing, but I swear the wind dances with me when I am excited.

I am happy because my voice is like the sound of a nearby stream, gushing,steady, omnipresent and undeniably distinct, and although my voice isn’t pretty or husky, its steady, which is all that helps me to stop crying in front of other people.

I am happy because although I don’t have any fingers to lace mine through, and although I have no lips to kiss, my hands have created enough stories to last me eons and my lips have uttered the most bizarre, kind and truthful enigmas which I have learnt to be proud of.

I am happy because although I have no one to wake up next to at one am, I have the knowledge that I am awake, happy and so utterly alive to hear the thunder and catch a glimpse of the lightning outside my window.

I am happy that I can write pages and pages about an event that would possibly be deemed insignificant and fleeting by some, but somehow manages to be platinum for me.

I am happy that I am making something of myself. I am happy that ten years later, I will have a job and a degree to show for the past ten years, instead of stories of high school I keep bringing up.

I am happy because I have finally realised I am enough and so much more, I am overflowing, I am alive, I am breathing and I am more than enough, in fact I am so enough, that very few people are able to handle me, and for them I am forever and always grateful.

I am happy because I realised that I am complete, I am not a jigsaw missing the final piece, I am not searching for my other half, I am whole, whole, whole.

For all those girls who feel they aren’t enough, realise you are whole, you are not enough but more than enough.
You are wanted, you are valid, and you are absolutely breathtaking, and no boy, no matter how pretty his brown eyes are, can tell you any different.

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As my Halloween gift to you all, I present:

The Duck of Oz AU

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things i wish i could tell my parents

you tell me that i should have an idea of what i want to do with my life, then crush my dreams when i finally figure it out.

you tell me that i should love myself, then insult me with everything you have when i screw up.

you tell me that i should be happy with my body and then tell me that i’m only “not hungry” because i’m trying to lose weight.

you tell me to love the way i look but try and get me to wear makeup and change the way i look.

you tell me to be accepting and love everyone but shun me when i have friends that aren’t the same race, gender, or sexuality as me.

you tell me to use my words but then call me weird for expressing myself with words on paper instead of verbally.

you tell my to speak up but you never listen.

you tell me to be patient when you have no idea how to be patient with your own children.

you tell me you don’t have favorites but then force me to stop doing my homework to cook while my brother who is failing all his classes wastes his life away on video games.

you tell me to make sure my brothers do the right thing but then turn a blind eye when they’re not.

you tell me that making money matters more than being happy with what i want to do when you’re not only broke, but unhappy.

you tell me that i’m only human, that i’m not perfect, and that i need to calm my “ego”, when you make me feel worthless for being human and making mistakes.

you tell me to lose weight even though i’m the only one in the family within the “healthy” weight range.

you tell me to smile but all i see is a frown mirrored on your face.

you tell me that anger is not good for me when you get angry over the simplest things, causing me to be angry as well.

you tell me that depression will get me locked up in a mental hospital but you do nothing to help me.

you tell me that you love me but you show it in ways that are abnormal. in ways that make me feel like i don’t belong.


i see all of these posts about how you should “love your parents” and “treat them right”, but what about posts for people with toxic parents and family? i do love my parents, i do. and when i’m rich and successful i’m going to be the one taking care of them. 

please, if you feel like your parents REFUSE to understand you (not that they don’t understand you) talk to someone. your voice deserves to be heard. and if it won’t be by your parents, let it be by someone who wants, who demands to hear your glorious voice.

if you don’t get enough sleep and your grades are dropping and you get too attached to people and you suck at being a friend and you can’t do anything right and you’re wasting your life away clap your hands (⊙‿⊙✿)

Coincidence (Jimin x Reader)


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Prompt/Ask: Hi could you do a jimin fanfic or something?? Where she has a one night stands with jimin and has feelings for him and in the morning she realise he is her new teacher. Xxxxx

Fandom: BTS

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: language, sex, drinking

Word Count: 4275 (woops)

Authors Note: Some smut for Jimin (my first bias before Jungkook snatched me lmao). I hope you enjoy it and that it was as good as you asked for! I got a bit carried away lol, but I hope you like it nonetheless. Let me know if there are errors, feedback is appreciated, and happy reading! ^^

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 - BONUS - 

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I don’t know how

Warning: mentions of childhood abuse (in the past, not graphic), suicidal thoughts and mental health issues. (All ends well though)


Draco’s eyes were burning. Not because he was about to cry or anything, but because he was ridiculously tired. He’d been working on his transfiguration essay for over an hour now, and it had already been way past midnight when he started. 

He figured that if the nightmares would keep him from sleeping, then tossing and turning in his bed wasn’t going to do any good either. That was why his nights were filled with homework, empty bottles of cheap pepper up (he couldn’t afford anything else since his father had disinherited him for his failure to capture Harry during the battle of Hogwarts), spell practice and reading these days. 

All of this hard work was starting to take its toll on his body though. His hands were shaking near constantly, without glasses he couldn’t see shit and he was unable focus for more than half an hour. Other people might think that was still quite a lot, but it wasn’t for someone who used to manage seven hour break-less study sessions. The perks of being one of the world’s best occlumences

“Oh, you’re still up.” Draco didn’t need to look around in order to know who’d just entered the common room. 

“Of course I’m still up, Potter. Are you going to ask that every time you see me here in the dead of night?” Draco sighed. He knew he shouldn’t bitch to Harry, but he also knew that he’d screwed up his relationship with the man bad enough over the past few years in order to be sure they’d never get along. He might be long over their childhood quarrels, but Harry surely wasn’t. Draco had fucked up too many times for that. 

“I think I am, yes.” Harry replied to Draco’s rhetorical question. Idiot. “Maybe then you’ll realise how fucked up it is that you don’t go to bed at all." 

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Today’s episode of @drawfee made me realize how much of a geek I truly am. However, @julialepetit‘s interpretation of Bat-Mite did make me giggle. I enjoyed every minute of it. 

Okay, let’s talk about coping. Like, the Paladins have been through hell and survived, but how do they cope? Keith wastes his life away pushing his body to its limits. Hunk creates things, not just food, but machines, and just anything to keep his mind off everything. Pidge learns, Pidge adapts, Pidge doesn’t allow themselves to be affected as much, but secretly, Pidge cries. Shiro, Shiro pushes himself- mentally. Not in the way Keith works til his breaking point, but the way he tries to bond with black until he can’t, the way he goes into the astral plane, just, pushing himself.

Lance however, jokes. Lance makes jokes about almost dying, Lance makes jokes about anything, Lance doesn’t stop to allow himself sadness, because right now- right when the whole team is falling apart- they’ll need a joke. He allows himself to become the joke of the team. He makes sure people laugh, that they breath. Lance makes sure Keith isn’t pushing himself, by challenging him, and allowing Keith to make fun of him, and laughing with him. Lance makes sure Hunk doesn’t neglect his emotions, by talking to him, by sitting and chatting, and making him smile. Lance makes sure Pidge isn’t over working themselves, by annoying them until they smirk, or reminding them their great, and making sure they can breath. Lance makes sure Shiro will be alright after each mental session, talks to him, tells him stories about earth, keeps him light hearted.

But Lance doesn’t cope. Him joking is to make sure everyone else copes. Cause the blue lion is selfless. And it’s paladin is even more so. Lance doesn’t cope and that’s okay with him. Until it’s not.

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09.28.17 / 9:37pm / fc; 11,432 / stay by blackpink

this was a small filler post i had up on my instagram for a while haha but here it is i guess? school decided to have six tests in the span of two days but now i’m finished! i feel accomplished and free to waste my life away on the internet.

funny story my friend randomly asked me if i knew was bullet journaling was and i lowkey screamed inside. honestly, she’ll probably find this blog and post eventually, so hi in advance loool

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Evermore

Summary: Loosely inspired by the song “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast. Bucky had it all planned out. He spent days planning the perfect proposal - the perfect proposal for the perfect girl, but things don’t always go according to plan. 

Word Count: 1,731

Warnings: Angst


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Bucky fidgeted with the velvet jewelry box nervously, pausing every now and then to glance back at the door to his apartment. Any moment, Y/N would come walking through, her warm smile lighting up the apartment. Hers was the smile that somehow managed to steal into his melancholy heart, the smile that melted the layers of frost and gave way to spring, the one that nurtured the tiny, fragile seeds of love little by little until they blossomed.

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