words can bring you down

I Love You

There’s a lot of hate in the world right now. There always has been, but it seems to be running rampant right now, and I can’t tell if that’s because more people are paying attention to the news and more things are being reported or if it’s just a really terrible time for a lot of people right now. But either way, there are a lot of people that have to live with and are affected by this hate, and to you I want to say that I’m sorry and I love you.

Sorry’s don’t help, I know. “Keeping you in my thoughts” won’t help you deal with the loss of a loved one or the fear of being targeted because of your appearance. I’m not the easiest person to talk to, and I doubt there’s anything I’d be able to say to make you feel better if you did try to talk to me, but I’m here for you if you need me.

You’re strong. You’re beautiful/handsome/amazing. You matter. You can’t stop terrible people from doing terrible things, you may fear for your life based on decisions your government makes, and you may even have to fear celebrating with friends/family/your country because one person could decide to ruin it. But you can’t let that fear control you; you deserve all the happiness in the world and you shouldn’t let anyone keep you from achieving that. But please, stay safe, protect the people you love, and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of the things you deserve, whether that be happiness, compassion, love, or respect.

I love you all~

anonymous asked:

I’m a ravenclaw who is bad at english and history and it doesn’t make sense bc although i’ve looked it up, ravenclaw’s are supposed to be smart. And yet i’m lack the ability to write? what’s up with that?

You can be a Ravenclaw without being an expert at English and history, or any other school subject. Our defining trait is not “smart.” We can be creative, free-thinking, open-minded, curious, original, etc. Honestly, if you love to learn, or even if you keep an open mind towards new things and ideas, you can classify yourself as a Ravenclaw. 

Besides, what is “smart” anyway? Who gets the right to determine what IS smart and what ISN’T? I really hate that word. It doesn’t refer to anything specific, and it’s just a word that people can use to bring you down if you don’t meet society’s standards. 

You are an intelligent human being with your own strengths and weaknesses, and you don’t have to match the abilities of others to validate yourself. Play your strengths and try to improve your weaknesses—that’s my advice. And if you want to be a Ravenclaw, then you are a Ravenclaw. 

Much love <3

I am so much more than a bet. I am so much more than a backup plan. I am so much more than those degrading words. I know my worth. You can’t bring me down by playing with my insecurity 

Fun fact: You’re beautiful

No matter what they say

Words can’t bring you down

Ohhh nooooo

You’re beautiful

In every single way

Yes words can’t bring you down

Ohhh noooouuuu

So don’t you bring me down todayyyy

My Forged Wedding- Yamato "First Word"

Hello (*^-^*) This is a random family one-shot for Yamato, from his PoV.
I guess you could say this is like an epilogue to the pregnancy fanfic I wrote before.
You can find that one here.
Thank you for reading, I hope you like it! :)

When I got back from work, Pouty seemed even more excited than usual.
“Welcome home.” She says with a smile when I walk through the front door.
“Yeah, I’m back.” I pull her in for a hug and then I give her a soft kiss. It’s so nice to have someone welcome me home every day…
“Yamato! He said it!” She says and her eyes are practically sparkling as she looks at me.

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my last lucre my last romance

Icarus taught me the fear of falling

from a state of grace. Tomorrow these words

will move too fast against hours, crossing

time zones no skyline just sky just the bird’s

fear as it passes through my turbulence.

Anyone can send you burning across

heaven. Words, gestures, blank indifference;

they can bring you crashing down like the loss

of one more airliner over the sea —

Here, take my last lucre, my last romance;

just give me a friend who’ll show some dismay

at my leaving. That’s grace. Remember me.

Don’t be one more stranger who had a chance

to know me but turned his cute face away.

i headcanoned right at the start that jim hopper is completely body confident and fucking flaunts his curves and owns his status as LONG BOI. he has zero fucks to give about what he’s SUPPOSED to look like and he’s not gonna drown in baggy clothes to hide the fact he’s thiq as fuq and if you don’t think he’s gonna hammer that shit into jane’s head you’re wrooooooooooong. bc all her life she’s been told who and what she’s supposed to be so when she gets to that age and she starts to wish she had straighter hair, or a better complexion or had a waist like that one girl in the year above her at school. hopper is gonna sit her ass down and say BABY YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY WORDS CAN’T BRING YOU DOWN.

As I sit with folded papers,
with a memory etched inside,
I remember all of the times we had
and which past each paper hides.
I’m taken to Memory Lane,
a place not lined with homes,
but a place that’s lined with better times
within lines inside our poems.

A walk down Memory Lane
is a walk to remember.
Just as a first kiss
or the first snow in December.
The words that we write
are like inscriptions on stones.
They’re permanent on a page
and won’t leave us alone.
I love the words that you write.
They’re inscriptions on my mind.
They repeat as I lay in bed
and whisper to me at night.

But who knows, maybe it’s the same
for you as it is for me.
Maybe my words bring back memories
that only you can see.
So sit down and read for ages
amongst these pages of written speech
and if that’s true and you want to go,
will you walk down Memory Lane with me?

I need you (A Matthew Espinosa imagine)

You aggressively knocked on Matthew and Carter’s hotel room door. You heard the music turn off as Carter opened the door. “Hi” you said looking into his eyes, out of breath from running up the stairs. “How is he?” you asked leaning your forehead against the doorframe. He looked up at you with a weak smile. “Honestly?“ he asked. You closed your eyes taking a deep breath. “Please lie to me,” you said as a tear ran down your cheek. “He’s doing great” he said running his fingers trough his hair.

You stepped inside the room as he closed the door. “Who’s on the door?” you heard Matt’s fragile voice call out. You bit your lip as you looked up at Carter. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it. “There’s actually someone here to see you,” he said letting go of your hand and pointing at the bathroom door. You made your way over to the door as you heard Matthew’s sobs getting louder. You rested your hand against the door before building up the courage to knock.

“Matthew?” you asked knocking lightly. His sobs stopped imminently and the door opened. He looked up at you. His skin was pale. His eyes were red and puffy. This was nothing like the Matthew you left three weeks ago. “Y/N?” he asked standing up. You nodded as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you. “I need you here” he whispered as you felt a tear drop down on your shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere,” you said wrapping your arms around him. He pulled back as he cupped your face. “You look beautiful today. You always does,” he said before placing a kiss on your forehead. You wiped his tears and cupped his face in your tiny hands. “Matthew. Your fans love you. Never doubt that. There will be ups and downs but believe me. Nothing can tear you guys apart. I’ve seen how these girls defend you for months. They love and care about you” you said making him crack a smile. “And you will always have us” you said and pecked his lips.

“Come out here and show the world that no words can bring you down,” you said dragging him out of the bathroom. He winced as the light blended him. “But the words do bring me down” he whispered faintly. You grabbed his hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “Make them believe they don’t” you said squeezing his hand before placing a kiss on his knuckles. 


Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompt: Based off of this text post and I took it too far…

Warnings: A/N: Weird how this one feels longer than the rest but it isn’t??? How??? I might be able to wrap up Colors in two-three more parts, just a heads up.

Word Count: 1,851

Part One, Part Two

Man, you really needed some coffee. Or maybe something heavier to get your mind off of the day’s events. You’re exhausted from working so many hours and that unconscious state you were in for who knows how long didn’t recharge your batteries.

When you met Dean in his tipsy state, you thought that he was cute. He is cute. And when you gave him your number, you are hoping to restart. Restart your life. Restart your love life. Restart you.

You came into that city to be a new person, not worry about demons or other monsters and such. You came to be a doctor and have a new life. Now it’s fucked.

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