anonymous asked:

did you and your boyfriend break up?

Yeah Bc we had a massive banter over chicken like he cooked me some chicken, and when he gave it to me, it’s all pink. Like you can get very sick and I don’t want salmonella! But I really miss him tho….




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In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He’s rich. He’s handsome. He’s reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

It’s St. Lucia’s day today! :D

Not many people celebrate St. Lucia (or St. Lucy), and I personally love it, so I thought I’d make some Lucia themed ot4 art :)

Someone come cry with me. I just watched this fancam and you can see Jimin just quietly sitting next to Namjoon during BigBang’s performance, not talking or moving really, even though we know he’s a massive BB fan. We’ve talked a lot about how Jimin always seem to be the one most sensitive to the members moods. How he’s always right next to them, comforting them, when something happens. Like when Jungkook messed up his flip on AHL and Jimin gave him encouragement to keep practicing and told him he looked cool anyway, trying to make him feel less embarrassed. Or when V got all that ridiculous backlash for mouthing Loser and we can see Jimin in pictures sticking to him like glue, hugging him and trying to make him smile. We have so many little moments of Jimin being there for his members and giving them comfort and support in the way they need it, and I just…everyone needs to appreciate Park Jimin. Park Jimin who sat silently in support of his hyung who was having the near shittiest day imaginable even when one his favorite bands was playing. Park Jimin, who didn’t try and smile and hug and make jokes like he might have with V or Jhope because he knew that wouldn’t help Namjoon, but just stayed next to him to remind him he wasn’t alone. We all need a friend like Park Jimin.

okay, this is totally irrelevant, but have a quick story time because i had to scroll past this post and felt guilty.

way back in time, many summers ago, little old me went to visit the local library for the first time. i was young, very young, in elementary school at the time, and it blew my mind. see, the local library is more of a city library, because it’s located in the town square and is absolutely massive. we’re talking three stories and a grand staircase here. there were so many books! for free! for literal free! and i could have all of them! 

so, because elementary school me had no idea what restraint was or how to apply it to my daily life, i checked out approximately 20 books. possibly more. (the library only had a checkout limit on academic texts. well. used to only have.) i then went home and read voraciously, and was done with all of these books in about 5 days.

only no one believed i had finished all of them that fast. my parents refused to take me back, because they thought there was no way i could have finished them all. 

believe you me i was not about to take this lying down, so i must have argued for hours before i finally accepted defeat. i went back up to my room and shoved this pile of books under my bed, determined to bring them out again on my next trip to the library.

by now you might be getting an inkling of where this story is going. 

that pile of books was then forgotten under my bed until approximately my freshman year of high school, when i unearthed it as i cleaned out my room. (i was going through a ‘reinvent myself’ phase and had decided the new me was not going to be a compulsive hoarder.) somehow, in all of that time, i had never returned to the library. it seemed unbelievable. how could this have happened? i must have sat there for a solid 10 minutes in stupefied horror, running my fingers over the dust-coated spines. i knew immediately i had to return these books.

i did not immediately return the books. because freshman me was dumb as hell about a lot of things, but not about consequences, and i knew there were going to be consequences.

eventually, though, i womaned up and grabbed my wallet and a bag for the books and went to the library again. i marched right up to the front desk area and said i had some books to return and some fines to pay. so they direct me to another desk, where i hand over the decades-old (hahaha but really) library card.

this is where it went to hell in a handbasket. 

turns out when my parents brought me to the library they didn’t register for a full library card and opted to get a ‘guest’ one that would expire in a few weeks. they only put down the home phone number, no address or email. except the phone number was one digit wrong. so this library card had 20 books on it when it expired, and the librarians had to keep refreshing it or whatever for the past however many years while also repeatedly calling a number that never worked. so the fines kept racking up and they had no way of tracking down the owner of the card. 

things only got worse when i pulled out the stack of books and put them on the counter. now, i did my best to wipe off the dust and grime, but there was only so much i could do. these books looked like they belonged in a haunted house or an evil witch’s lair after spending years under my bed, and from the way the librarian was glaring at me by then i was pretty sure that was where my corpse was gonna end up too.

skip ahead to after the librarian scans all of these books, death-glaring me into submission the entire time, and informs me my total amount of fines owed is $90.26. which holy shit. holy fucking shit.

keep in mind i was an itsy-bitsy freshman in high school at this time. $90 was a lot of money to me. as a matter of fact, it still is. so i’m getting out my wallet and counting the money inside, and lucky for me i happened to have $100 and 25 cents. lucky is actually a bit of an understatement, because i got the feeling that if i had anything less or wasn’t able to pay the fine a haunted house would be one of the nicer places my corpse was gonna end up. 

except i wasn’t done being a little shit, because i apparently hadn’t learned my lesson yet. whatever that lesson was supposed to be. so while i could have put down $100 and waited to get my 74 cents change, i put down $90 and 25 cents. 

so the librarian started counting the money, and i started subtly moonwalking towards the door. as fortune would have it, i reached the glass-paned portal to salvation the moment that librarian realized i was exactly 1 cent short of paying off my fine.

she looks up and sees me standing at the door, hand wrapped around the handle. i look back at her. cue the western standoff music.

i don’t know how long we stood there. i honestly don’t. it could have been seconds. it could have been minutes. all i know is that when i felt my palms start to sweat and my knees begin to shake, i wrenched that door open with all of my strength. i had to go. 

and the librarian- the fucking librarian- vaults the desk and comes after me.

the noise that came out of my mouth was not human. it was somewhere between the shriek of a prey animal and the dying wail of an electric guitar. because this librarian, swear to god, was ancient. i’m talking ancient ancient. so ancient my own grandma (bless her heart) would look young. white-haired, sweater-vested bottle-glasses-wearing ancient. yet here she is, heels clicking across the floor, ankle-length skirt flying behind her and twin fires of pure fury burning in her eyes. i could almost hear the souls of the damned strike up their chorus. 

i deadass sprinted out of there so fast my gym teacher would have been proud. i put every action movie star from the past three decades to shame. usain bolt himself would have looked slow next to me. and i did not stop until i was standing in my bedroom again, several miles away.

to this day, i have not set foot in the city library again. i know that if i do, i will not escape alive. sometimes, in the deep, dark of the night, i hear high heels clicking across tiled floor and the sound of a door slamming shut behind me. i burned my library card and never keep anything under the bed.

so, if you’re ever wondering why i can never go to a library again, this post is why. 

Airport Richie  - @ JFK


COOKIE BAG: ALDO  SKIRT: Modcloth BLOUSE: ShopRuche  COAT: Forever21 SHOES: Anne Klein

Maybe it’s just that autumn speaks to my soul the most, but I’ve been feeling even more nostalgic lately. There was a certain time in my life that I felt endless. It was whimsical, ethereal, and lonely yet so beautiful. Alone, yet surrounded by all these little things that made me happy. My bedroom, and my small collections. My journals and books and films. The wind. Pressed flowers. Lace dresses and paper cranes hung up around my room.  I created so many things. I explored what was around me, and at the time had a very close friend (we had a massive falling out) that’d adventure with me. I miss that kindred spirit kind of closeness. It happens only so often.

I’ve been looking at, or trying to find, a lot of the fashion bloggers I used to be inspired by back then. This was like in 2010-2012. Most of them have removed their things and gone in other more private directions. The community seemed closer, and like the average girl or guy could really belong. You didn’t need a certain lifetsyle, it felt much freer. I’m dancing between becoming more artistic with these outfit posts, are dialing it back (as a more casual approach will allow me to post more often). 

Who knows. I’m homesick for a lot of things and people. But there’s a lot of my life I wish to never go back to or relive at those times. Right now, I don’t fight any of those battles. It’s kind of like the Beatles song “In My Life”. I sang a solo verse of it for my high school graduation. As I get older, the more that song makes sense.