yells at my life

anonymous asked:

help me I tried to prank my boyfriend by only shaving half my pussy but he said he likes it and thinks it's sexy now i'm stuck with this Gemini two faced yin yang pussy I can't live like this

i’ve never yelled so loud in my life i can’t catch my breath bitch what the fuck gjdjskjeh…. u played ya self

I think I have finally defeated this enemy of my life

I have finally cut off its hand that still held me

I have finally shed its embrace that surrounded me

I have finally burst through its shadow that kept me from growing

I no longer crave it

I no longer need it

I no longer want it

I no longer have it

I can finally sleep soundly again.

  • light: *kills L. steals L's name. moonwalks on L's grave*
  • also light: *clenches fists* you are NOTHING *glares actual daggers* compared to L! you have NO RIGHT *is actually growling this whole time* to be wearing a mask of L..!
I wish I knew the right words to say when it came down to writing about someone who makes you feel like flowers are growing inside of your chest. I wish I knew how to explain the way you make me feel when it’s two in the morning and we’re both laughing over something that probably wasn’t even that funny but to other people, our laughs make it seem like it was the world. I wish I knew how to tell people just how really beautiful you are, because when you are there, whether you’re laying down or pacing back and fourth, talking about the things that excite you the most, or just about anything in general that makes you happy, your eyes hold a certain kind of light beneath them that makes me want to never look away. Or when you laugh, my god, when you laugh, I never want it to stop because you do this thing where you tilt your head back and cover your mouth at the last moment after you already been so loud, shaking your head and every single time, I’d think, I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh for the rest of my life. And when you yell, which is very rare, is scary because you can be there, veins standing at attention and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, even if I’m driving you insane. Don’t worry though, you drive me insane too. And I wish I knew how to explain the way my hands shake when I think about losing you, or the way my chest tightens to the thought of you being with someone else who isn’t me, because it messes with my mind sometimes and I get fustrated, because only I want to know your favorite book to the way you hate wearing that poka dot shirt, or how you eat when you’re nervous and can’t seem to stop making a mess. But you always been a messy eater so I don’t mind. I fell in love with you and although you are not perfect because you do have your moments, I promise I will love you again and again and again because I am not perfect either but if I am here, holding my heart out to you, and you are there, doing the same, I swear we both can be non-perfect messes together. And I’m trying not to be too cheesy here, because you always did say I buttered you up too much so for now I’ll leave it off with an I love you and an I’ll love you forever until my very last breath and an I am so lucky you decided to choose me.
—  A.M// to jake, maybe loving you isn’t so bad after all.
Phone dialing
  • 911 Operator: 911 what's your emergency?
  • 911 Operator: ....... BOB WE HAVE ANOTHER ONE

fic editsThree French Hems (ao3) by @100percentsassy & @gloriaandrews ​ - M, 19k

In which Louis is a designer at Burberry and Harry spends December wearing Lanvin… and Lanvin… and Lanvin.

When I was a child / there was an old woman in our neighborhood / whom we called The Witch. / All day she peered from her second story window / from behind the wrinkled curtains / and sometimes she would open the window / and yell: Get out of my life! / She had hair like kelp / and a voice like a boulder. / I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her. / Maybe I am becoming a hermit, / opening the door for only / a few special animals? / Maybe my skull is too crowded / and it has no opening through which / to feed it soup? / Maybe I have plugged up my sockets / to keep the gods in? / Maybe, although my heart / is a kitten of butter, / I am blowing it up like a zeppelin. / Yes. It is the witch’s life, / climbing the primordial climb, / a dream within a dream, / then sitting here / holding a basket of fire.