She’s stubborn and hard headed but god knows I love her. There’s days when she’s grumpy for no apparent reason other than the fact that she’s grumpy. When she’s sick, she’s helpless and all you can really do is hold her in your arms and comfort her till she falls asleep. There’s days when she’ll complain about everything like the weather, people, music, or even you and you’ll just have to deal with it. She’ll complain about the room being too hot, to only result in closing the windows in the middle of the night because she’s too cold. There are days when she shuts the world out, she’ll ignore everyone because she just wants to sit in silence. Sometimes, she’ll claim she can eat an entire cow because that’s just how hungry she is. So we’ll make dinner plans and I’ll pick her up just to have her say, “I ate already, I was too hungry but I’ll still eat a little something.” There are days when she suffocates me with love. She’ll kiss and kiss and kiss, till I beg her to stop. She’ll tickle me until my insides hurt and hold my hand till it’s sweaty. There are days when she’ll claim every part of my body with her lips. And there are days when she’ll need her space and I’ll have to pull a chair up alongside the bed because she just needs her own space. There are days when her hair is messy and all over the place. Days when she’ll cry and you don’t know why but you won’t ask you’ll just let her cry. Days when she’s nervous and jumpy about everything. Days when she yells at me for no reason just to apologize two seconds later. Days when she’s a pain in the ass and pushes my buttons just to settle it with kisses. Days when I’m listening to my favorite song and she’ll talk over it because talking is more important than music. There are days when I need her to make decisions, to do the littlest things like pick a place to eat. She’ll refuse and say “I don’t know” until I give up and decide myself. Sometimes she’ll swear like a sailor and make jokes during times when she should probably be serious. There are days when it’s 3 in the morning and she won’t let me sleep and days when she’s too tired and fast asleep by 10pm. Sometimes she’s clumsy and sometimes she’s a walking contradiction; but she is everything I’ve ever wanted. I’d do everything to have her bad days, her grumpy days, her “I need space days,” her love me days, her laughing days, her clumsy days, and her happy days, because she is everything I’ve ever wanted and I wouldn’t dare trade her for anything in this world.
—  This probably means I love you

#Protect Alec Lightwood at all costs #this is honestly so heartbreaking #he knows that he feels something for Magnus #something strong #but he can’t define it #because he doesn’t want to #because he’s in complete denial #that anyone could want him that way #he’s never had someone see him the way Magnus sees him #he doesn’t know how to process any of this #Jace who

You are more than this.

More than your greatest high,
more than your deepest low.

You are far more significant
than your accomplishments
and your shortcomings.

Has no one told you

Did you
need a reminder?
Is your presence,
your energy,
the breath of your passion
not enough?

You are more than this,

and you always have been.

—  Michelle K., More Than This.


Chris Hardwick took the stage at the Emmys to present the award for Variety Special Directing, but before he got to the business at hand, he had one very important message.

Watch the full clip from the Emmys here. 

You know, I never really saw it coming. You meet someone and maybe your heart will beat in a different pattern. Or you’ll see something special in their eyes or the way their voice lights up your soul, but you never really see it coming. I knew she was someone I’d never want to lose from my life, I just never saw it coming. I didn’t expect to get the butterflies every time she walks into a room. After 11 years you’d think that would fade away, you’d think that those butterflies would stop but they haven’t. She walks into any room and she is still the only girl I see. You never really know how important someone is to you until you’re laying in bed next to her. Until you’ve revealed all that the world does not know about you. Until you’re no longer scared to show her, all of you. All of your flaws and your insecurities all of what makes you, you. I never expected to ache for her kisses and live for her hugs. Or how she’s gone for a month and I countdown like a kid on Christmas till I have her in my arms again. I didn’t expect to look forward to Sunday mornings when I can finally see her or getting off work just to have her by my side. You never really see it coming. How you’re not much of a dancer but somehow you find yourself looking up YouTube tutorials to impress her the next time you take her hand and drag her onto the dance floor. I never expected how much I’d love someone, even though she’s hard headed and sometimes fights with me about the smallest things. I never really thought I’d fall this hard. You never really expect it. How much you live for moments with them. How laying naked in their arms is the one place you’d feel fully clothed, you’d feel secure, and untouchable. I want Monday evening tea with her. Tuesday movie night with her. I want Wednesday morning eggs and pancakes and Thursday afternoon sex with her. I want Friday night “let’s just cuddle in bed and forget the world.” Saturday “I’ll wait here for you, go out and have fun babe” nights. And I want Sunday morning kisses, Sunday noon wrestling in the middle of our living room floor, and Sunday night, “Let’s cook dinner together.” I never expected that, I never thought I’d believe in love as much as I do when I look into her eyes. I never thought I’d want the house, the kids, the wife, and our Husky dog. You know, you never really expect it. You never really see it coming. You never realize what love is or what it does for us. You never realize it, until you’re laying in bed and her head is on your chest, and all you can fathom to say is, “this is all that I’ve ever needed.”
—  I know now (V.I.T.)

it’s too late to have that kind of conversation
it’s not your job to show that boy some education

“PROTIP: if ur gentleman cheats on you, go to his home, break all his shit, and walk away with killer lipstick on and your midriff bared as HELL.” - ella eyre, probably