On this day of mourning, I present to you a little piece of happiness.

This is an excerpt from a draft of the August 16, 1777 letter from Washington to General Clinton.  Alexander Hamilton actually wrote this draft - except for the postscript you see at the bottom.  The postscript was written by none other than John Laurens.  This draft is one of only a few letters, to my knowledge, that was written in both Hamilton’s and Laurens’s hands.

After two months
of only seeing you in my dreams,
we will meet again
and I am afraid
that the rhythm of my heart
will be stronger than ever,
desperately trying
to match yours.
—  // what if you could hear it?
I spent the last few years writing about someone I cannot to have, and no matter how much I wanted to send those love letters off, I couldn’t. So, for anyone who’s reading this, I really hope that you don’t have to love in silence.

-It really sucks.


How is it we can constantly give our all for another person.. How is it we can see them for all the good any normal person can see from a distance, but also see that dark side that most people would run from and don’t take the time time to get to know, and still choose them at the end of the day? How do we consistently put in the effort even when we know that we’ll have the wind knocked out of us soon enough when it’s 2 am and three days later and they still haven’t texted back? How is it even with the knowledge that when we were supposed to be important, we were actually so far behind you’d think we were first, that we still try?

I’d like to believe that there is a fine line between being blind and stupid versus having good intentions regardless of the outcome. I would like to think some of us are blind and trying to figure out if we continuously try until we have nothing more to give, if they’ll come crawling back. While the rare few, these special other individuals, are trying to make “them” see that if they opened their eyes wide enough for simply a moment they’d see how things really were, not the delusions their past hurt have created. It’s these individuals that knowingly accept that they might never get their happy ending with this person, but they want to still give “them” the world even if they don’t know it’s being handed to them. Because they can’t know it’s being handed to them, can they? There is no way someone would actually leave you questioning your worth for so long if they were aware of, how you make the time to include them in your day regardless of how busy you are, how you stay aware of what overwhelms them to calm them down, how you let their nastiest side come out and you still stay put. It’s these rare individuals that want to prove that someone can see all that you are and want you anyway, even when you’re ignoring all their actions and telling them they’re not worth it.

But in the end, regardless of which kind of person you are, when does it stop? When have you heard, “you’re not good enough,” enough times? When have your phone calls and texts been unanswered too many times? How many ways and times can you accept all the blame, even if it should be mutual, just to show them you meant everything you’ve ever said, just to be told it’s still not enough?

So I guess I’ll just sit here for a while and wonder how a good thing went so wrong, and ask myself which person I am, and when do I stop.

I will be happy.
I will fight for what I love and I will accept it, when things do not turn out the way I thought they would.
I will spend that money, I will stay up at night and I won’t let the pressure bring me down.
At the end of the year, I will look back and realize that I had the fucking best time of my life.
I will put my heart at risk, follow my dreams and finish my projects.
—  // resolutions
My goodness how you’ll dislike that book [To the Lighthouse]! Honestly you will—Oh but you shan’t read it. Its a ghost between us. Whether its good or bad, I know not: I’m dazed, I’m bored, I’m sick to death: I go on crossing out commas and putting in semi-colons in a state of marmoreal despair. I suppose there may be half a paragraph somewhere worth reading: but I doubt it.
—  Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West (Feb 11st 1927)
Arranged Marriage (Yoongi)

And now it is time for the first half of the Daegu line, my highkey spirit animal bc sarcastic as f uc k, an actual sweetheart with some cute ass eyes like that shit is adorable, Min Yoongi aka Suga aka Agust D

  • For the original prince!Yoongi post, you can click right here
  • I am gonna be straying a bit from the plot of the original post but the actual characteristics of prince!yoongi will still be the same
  • For everyone that hasn’t read the original post, he’s a bit of a shy prince
  • He’s not as outgoing as some of the other boys and he’s just more of a private person in general
  • But the people still know he’s a v v sweet person bc he’s done s o much for them
  • Like does everyone remember those times when Yoongi spent countless hours sitting there and writing notes/letters that were all unique and he took pictures and he made goodie bags and he did everything by hand just to give them out to the Army even though it was HIS birthday
  • Like I will probably never be over that bc how the fuck is he that sweet, he literally worked s o hard just to make people smile, not to mention he’s constantly working late nights to make songs for us, he pours his everything into this and I love it so so much
  • Prince!Yoongi is not that different from normal Yoongi besides the fact that he’s got a lil crown on his head
  • He does these lil things for them that actually mean s o much to them bc they all know he doesn’t have to do it at all, he can just stay in his castle and live his life
  • But he still makes sure to randomly hand out free food or clothes or anything like that just to make people smile or maybe make someone’s day that tiny lil bit better
  • Yoongi isn’t super thrilled when his parents tell him about the arranged marriage
  • Yoongi seems like someone who doesn’t like being told what to do he just gives off that vibe of if I don’t agree with it, I’m not doing it
  • At first, he’s against the idea of marrying someone he’s never met before bc he doesn’t mean any offense to you, he just doesn’t know whatsoever
  • He doesn’t know anything beyond your name and age, he doesn’t know your hobbies, your personality, whether you like the morning or the night, do you stay up late or do you go to bed early like there’s so much he needs to know
  • His parents sit him down and talk about the pros of all of this, how it’ll be better for both of your kingdoms, how it’s gonna start an entire new friendship bc your families had never been friends but they’d never be enemies either
  • So they figured since they didn’t have anything against each other, why not unite together through the marriage of their children
  • He still isn’t super yes let’s do it !! but he’s still willing to do it for his people and yours
  • The first time you two meet is a month before the wedding
  • He takes a couple minutes to warm up to you but once you two start talking, it doesn’t stop
  • You’re just really really interested in him, like his thoughts, the things he likes, the things he doesn’t like you just wanna know him
  • The two of you start off platonic and you both agree that if the wedding date needs to be moved, it would be moved bc you both want to actually know each other before you say “I do”
  • You’d been a bit worried about meeting him since some people said he wasn’t super !!!! and he liked sticking to his friends instead of becoming friends with everyone and anyone
  • But once you met him and actually got to know him, you found that he was a total sweetheart with the cutest lil smil e like the first time you saw his eyes do the thing, your heart was pretty much his
  • You two started spending more and more time together and you find out that he’s actually just really laidback and sweet and fu nny as fuck (Yoongi’s humor is one of my favorite things about him tbh)
  • You two do push the wedding back a few months to continue to get to know each other and fall in love at your own pace instead of trying to cram it all into a month
  • He lo v es going into this lil room with his piano and just playing whatever comes to mind and this one day he lets you come with him and that’s when you know his feelings are starting to grow
  • Bc typically, his piano playing is v v much his alone time, it’s his time to just relax and not think about anything and just play and you respect that so you try your best to give him that space
  • But then one day he’s just like would you wanna come hear this song I wrote and of course you’re down
  • The song is beautiful and you get to watch him play with is such a ni cE sight like have you ever seen yoon play piano that is some good shit right there I want more of that
  • It’s just really sweet and intimate like it’s just you two, there’s not much space at all between the two of you, you can see every lil detail of his face and his hands and in your head, you mark that moment as the moment you fell in love with him
  • Thankfully, he does too bc once the song is over, he just looks over and it’s one of those moments where neither of you are looking away and you’re both kinda waiting to see if the other person is gonna lean away or if they’re gonna lean in
  • But eventually, he’s the one to lean in and kiss you so that day is also the day you two mark as the date of your anniversary
  • And every single anniversary after that, he takes you back to that room and plays you a song, always written for you and only heard by you

I want to write you love letters, but I don’t feel loved.

I want to leave you voicemails and messages when you’re at work and when you’re at the park, but you don’t pick up the phone.

I want to know what’s on your mind, but I don’t even cross yours.

I want you to be honest with me, but I don’t think you’re even being honest with yourself.

I want you to know I’m here for you, but you can’t see me in your world.

I want you, but I feel like you don’t want me.

—  Z.M.  “What Are We?”

anonymous asked:

So, I'm a university student, and one of my accommodations is having a digital form of Powerpoints and notes so I can follow along and actually pay attention. One of my professors is being really uncooperative about this, saying that she already has a form up on the site (she does, but it's very unaccessible for me) and is refusing to put up her powerpoint. What do I do? (tag lxn please)

Talk to the disability access office and tell them what’s going on. Talk to your student advisor. Talk to the dean of the department. Drop the course and write a letter explaining precisely why you have done so. (Don’t do all of these things at once. Start with the first thing and then if nothing changes do the second thing, and so on.)

This is not okay and schools need to stop giving professors a choice about complying with disability accommodations. Professors should be required to do so as part of their jobs. Full stop.


anonymous asked:

Handwriting head canons for the hosts?

Headcanons || Smut Free

This was a hard request, sooo I’m sorry if it sucks.

Tamaki: His handwriting would mostly be in an exquisite cursive; his signature would be the same as well, almost as if it was barely legible but it was very beautiful to stare at nonetheless.

Kyoya: His handwriting was quite simple. It was legible and it wasn’t very in depth with cursive, he tended to scribble a lot sometimes when he was tensed or deep in thought, but it was only like that every now and then.

Haruhi: Her printing is very neat and easy to read. It wasn’t perfect—then again, not one handwriting in the world is perfect—but it was quite a cute type of handwriting, almost as if it really suited with her personality.

Honey: He would sometimes write in capital letters a lot usually, but he would also stick to the main basics of grammar and his handwriting was very bubbly, almost as if you could practically see the cheerfulness in his letters.

Mori: Legible and straight. He knew how to write very daunting and Mori didn’t care if nobody enjoyed his handwriting; it was straight, sharp, and readable, that was all Mori could really care about with his printing.

Kaoru: A bit sloppy when he’s extremely tired. Kaoru would have nice handwriting, but it would change its appearance every now and then depending on his mood; it gets really messy when he’s in a rush.

Hikaru: His handwriting is neat but he also applies to his brother as well. It’s a legible print, but sometimes he’d smudge a paper with the ink and not bother to go back and check if he misspelled a word.

one of my coworkers shows up to work late like every shift and nearly every shift she goes for like a 1hr+ break on 5hr shifts like it’s so insane.. she’s not even friendly like i get you’re not getting paid but also respect your coworkers! respect the shift you’ve signed up for!

The Potter Rants Notebook

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by truefandoms

Just as Draco began to speak again, Blaise had a possessed idea. “Draco, wait one moment. I just need to get my stationary. I promised I’d write my father a letter.” Draco objected, but he quickly got up to retrieve his quill and parchment. He sat back down, and Draco continued. Rather than writing a letter to his father, he wrote down everything Draco said, word for word.

This is rather amusing, thought Blaise, scribbling down Draco’s sentences as quickly as he could, perhaps I should do this more often.

Words: 1992, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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I unintentionally came out to my therapist as trans last Friday and she said she’s going to write me a referral letter for getting surgery, which could actually happen much sooner than I ever expected and lmao, now I have no excuse to not work out

Write Their Wrong

This section of our blog is for you followers followers to get all those negative feelings off your chest. Everyone has things they wished that could say to their families/friends and here is a place to do it. Write a letter to whomever you wish and send it to us via ask or submit. 

The idea behind this section is to not only allow for a space for people to vent, but also a section for parents with trans children to read in order to know the effects of slipping up with pronouns and deadnaming are having on their children, as this is often difficult to express.