word matters

“Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting you to admit I was right.”

“I guess I was just waiting for a right time to tell you.”

“Do I even want to know where you got that?”

“Sometimes I feel like my dreams are more memory than anything else.”

“If the bed isn’t against the wall, I get uncomfortable.”

“People just eat their words up, no matter how wrong they are. It’s so irritating.”

Can please, please someone make a gifset of the scene where Silver asks Madi if he’d be enough. That killed me … like, I seriously believe John has issues with accepting people’s love. And he thinks low of himself. Maybe that is why he can go through this so easily. Because he doesn’t realize how affecting he is. Yet, I still remember how he looked when Flint told him “Where else would you be someone, where else would your word matter.”

And again he faces this problem. With the woman he loves. That his word matters. That he matters. Don’t tell me this man doesn’t have issues…

Treat Them Just the Same || Ruslan

He sat on the stool, feet dangling and not quite reaching the floor. If he stretched, he could just touch his toes to the floor to keep his feet steady, but he didn’t stay that way for long. The hat was placed on his head and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to take deep breaths. The hat was whispering in his ear, hemming and hawing, but he barely registered its words. It didn’t matter—there was only one option, only one house that he could be sorted into. After what seemed like an eternity, the hat went silent and then bellowed, “HUFFLEPUFF!”

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Here’s why “War on Christmas” rhetoric is scary: it frames everyone not zealously Christian as enemy combatants and implicitly justifies violent response. If you name it a “war,” you can rationalize all kinds of violence, social and literal, while framing marginalized people as the aggressors.

And yes, it’s silly and petty and asinine–but it’s also half a step from blood libel, and we REALLY need to start confronting that.

I love you!

Every time I say I love you.

I’m really trying to say so much more than those three little words.

I’m trying to say you mean more to me than anyone else in the world.

I’m trying to let you know that I adore you and that I cherish the time we spend together.

I’m trying to explain that I want you and that I need you and that I get lost in wonderful thoughts every time I think about you.

And each time I say “I love you”, I’m trying to remind you that you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.


Oh look, actual bae.