you are super important to me

anonymous asked:

I've been a bit apprehensive when it comes to my sexuality but I've finally come to terms with myself. I'm a girl, and I'm bi. I've not come out to anyone else, I've barely come out to myself. In a way, you kinda helped me come to terms with myself. So thank you! 😊

Wow!! Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH! That’s so great!
You are amazing!! ☆ I literally broke into the hugest smile ever!! Good for you! I know you said you’ve barely come out to yourself, let me tell you, because I feel I need to highlight the importance of this, you coming out to yourself is a huge deal. It’s a huge step in which I believe takes the most bravery.


Sexuality can be super difficult to figure out or understand, and I’m immensely joyful to hear you accepting yourself for who you are. You are you. You are beautiful and valid.
I think that feeling of self acceptance is one of the best feelings ever.
I don’t know exactly what I did but I’m so happy I did it and that it helped you. I’m honored to be a part of that 💖


If you ever have any questions or need advice, or just want some support, I’m always here for you.

anonymous asked:

How about you two describe each other for us. Shade describes spacey, spacey describes shade. So far, Spacey seems more enthusiastic, while Shade seems sarcastic.

pfft honestly we’re both sarcastic. I just show it more.

But if I were to explain Spacey, she’s a super nice, understanding, and kindhearted person and one of my closest friends. Though you don’t know her as well, she’s so important to me :>

-Mod Shade

guys im just gonna shout out my friends bc i have more friends now than i did the last time i did this (wow what a surprise (like legit)) im probably not gonna go super in depth bc it would be really similar between everyone so anyway yeah.

also: these are not ranked by importance to me or how much i love them, i just listed as they came to mind

@snow-slime who, if you havent guessed already, is my best friend and i love a lot. pls follow him, he has awesome art and is just an incredible person in general (his reblogs are on @slimearchive if you want)

@lum1natrix is basically my tumblr mother. shes so sweet and is always there for me. shes such a lovely person and if you dont follow her already, go do it

@rhinkydankiplier is my boyfriend and is just incredible. he makes me so happy and is just the best. please go follow and appreciate the lovely person

@crankywankiplier is a weirdo, but i love them. bee’s a good weird, and idk what id do without them

@smallsiplier has been my friend for literal years and is awesome pls follow this smol bean

@kodimint is my child and i love them a lot okay please follow and love them with me

@teeniethebean is just amazing??? and is so pretty???????? i love teenie a lot okay they were one of my first friends in the jse fandom and i just really love them okay

@tigracespace is so fucking sweet. shes like a mother to me too, and is just incredible????? pls love her

knowing my forgetful ass, theres other that i didnt mention but to all of my mutuals: i love you and youre all amazing. 💜💜💜

anonymous asked:

whats your opinion on curvy and fit girls being in the media a lot right now? like do you also wish you had their bodies or do you not view their bodies as attractive as skinny girls?💓

I think it’s really cool that more body types are being represented in the media today! And super important for people’s self-esteem. Me wanting to lose weight has NOTHING to do with anyone else’s level of attractiveness or their body type. I wish I could be as confident as the curvier models, but I’m not. I’ve seen my body thin and I’ve seen it heavier. I prefer myself thin. In fact, I hate my body right now, a lot. But I don’t hate anyone else’s and I would never wish my self loathing on other people.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I'm the anon who asked about my binder being too tight because i get out of breath walking or doing anything even though I do cross country and i'm fit. Just thought i'd let you know I took your advice and stopped wearing the one I had, and ordered a new binder in a bigger size (from gc2b) and it came in the mail today! :) Thank you so much <3

I’m so glad! I really hope that it helps make your work outs and being active easier! It’s super important to feel comfortable in your binder and personally for me I very rarely feel out of breathe or have any issues with my binder after binding to fit my body and not binding to be flat.

Thanks for respecting your body, your lungs are probably giving you a huge thumbs up right now like “thanks bruh, you did us a solid.”

Kyle

dai characters as things teachers have said to me

cassandra: oh sorry. i was into this new romance novel i got over the weekend and spaced out what was your question

varric: i have a retirement plan in place and it’s going to be rad. i’m not telling any of you because it’s super cool and all of you will steal it but it’s cool i’ll be famous 

solas: im kinda of like the school gypsy. im here for one year and boom then im gone

iron bull: the june on the board is a reminder for when i have to arm wrestle this kid in my algebra class. if he wins they get 10 extra points on their finals but if i win i get satisfaction of winning and my pride 

dorian: i think it’s important that you all learn to be yourselves and not like your peers or your parents. like me for example. my father was a mean bastard. me? im a sarcastic bastard. be yourself kids

cole:i think sophia’s right, not all ghosts have to be mean. if i was a ghost i’d be a helpful ghost. i’d do taxes or something

vivienne: and this is… wait, wait a second. let’s take a moment to take in what he is wearing, those shoes do not that match that outfit 

blackwall: hey guys just a side note in this contest between teachers dont vote for me. if i win not only will i be decorated but they’ll make me and mr chasse shave our beards and if my beard goes i go

sera: i hate the no cursing rule. as long as im not cursing at anyone i should be already. if i say ‘hey student fuck you’ then im screwed but if i go to this crap tv and say ‘come on you piece of shit turn on’ i should be alright, right?

cullen: cough drops? that’s drugs you cant have drugs here. I’m kidding i’ll take anything to numb the pain of living. 

leliana: if a bad guy were to walk into this room i could kill him in eight different ways so there’s no need to worry about anything like that

josephine: why did everything in history have to end in a fight im sure if they all just got into a room and talked it out they could have gotten to some sort of agreement

All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848

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Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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Don’t ever tell me that marching band isn’t important.

I have had so many problems with public schools putting all the emphasis on athletics. When a school’s budget is cut, they don’t choose to take a little from each program. No. They choose to completely eradicate the arts programs, usually starting with the marching band. If you don’t play sports, you’re not a valuable asset, you’re not qualified for scholarships, and you mean nothing. Marching band? Why would we be impressed that you’re in marching band?

Anyone can do that.

Okay, fine. Anyone can do marching band. Anyone can spend hours on the field doing the same forty-second section over and over and over and over. Anyone can hit over 75 precise dots on the field with the correct step sizes, the correct amount of steps, the correct timing, without being so much as an inch to either side, in order and without looking at the yard line markers or the field. Anyone can memorize all of those extremely specific points on the grass and varying counts for steps and then execute them with a shako visor pulled down over your eyes and looking up at the press box the whole time. If you look down at the yard line markers to see where you are, congratulations, you just lost points for the group.

Anyone can memorize eight pages of notes, rhythms, dynamics, phrasing, and tempos. (But of course, before you do that you have to learn an instrument with hundreds of different fingerings and learn how to make slight changes in your lips to change notes and stay in tune.) Memorize all seven and a half minutes of music and then marry it to the seventy-five pages of drill you memorized. Do them both perfectly and at the same time. But you can’t just do what you memorized. You have to do it in perfect sync with everyone around you and know how to make the slightest adjustments to fit perfectly within the group. If you’re an inch to the right or barely a thousandth of a step sharp, it’ll throw everything off.

But anyone can do that.

Then add in the fact that you don’t get any individual credit for doing this. The closest you’ll come to recognition is your identity lumped into “The Such-and-Such Marching Band” as you all march onto the field looking exactly the same. You don’t have a number on your back. You have a uniform intended to erase you and turn you into dot T14 and nothing more.

But, for some reason you can’t explain, you love it. You love throwing everything you have into this ridiculously precise pursuit and then not getting any credit for it. You start thanking people when they call you a band geek. You start taping pictures of marching bands into your locker. You start wearing your band shirt everywhere you go. Because you look at the person in an identical uniform next to you and you know that you’ve done this for them and they’ve done this for you. This is more than just a team, this is a family; and if one person is missing from the form, the show can’t ever be the same. 

It costs so much money, so much time. You’re out there on the field in the blazing sun for fourteen hours a day during summer band camp, out in the street getting frostbite on your fingertips during the holiday parade. If anyone knew what you went through for this, they would wonder what made it all worth it.

And the truth is, what makes it all worth it cannot be described. It’s the camaraderie between you and the center snare, the colorguard newbie, the tenor sax player in the set in front of you. It’s the sunset behind you lighting up the back of your plume. It’s the hazy nostalgia that racks your chest with emotion. There’s something about the family you’ve chosen and the experience you’ve internalized that gives you the passion to throw everything down onto that field like nothing else matters in the world… because in that moment, it’s true. 

Your nerves are damaged from the cold. Your skin is damaged from the sun. Your joints are damaged from marching and marching and marching. You’re physically and mentally drained, your body is irreversibly compromised, you’re broke as hell, and all you have to show for it is a polyester jacket and a couple of blurry photographs.

But sports are what require hard work and dedication, not marching band.

Even though you complained basically the entire time you marched and even though you’re done with it, you pull out those photographs and you remember. You remember your first day of high school band camp when you had absolutely no idea what you were getting yourself into. You remember your first final retreat when they announced your band’s name as state champions, and you wanted to cry with happiness but you weren’t allowed to move, so you just clenched your fists so tight that your fingernails dug white crescents into your palms. You remember coming back the next year and thinking you knew everything as a sophomore, only to realize there was still so much to learn. You remember the band trips you spent months fundraising for, all the lame tourist attractions you visited between performances, and how you wouldn’t trade those memories for all the money in the world. You remember being a junior and getting nervous because people looked up to you now: as an upperclassman, as a section leader, as a friend. And then you were a senior and you cried on the final day of band camp. You remember how your life became a series of lasts. You had to decide which of the freshmen would inherit your band cubby, your lucky bottle of valve oil, your bus seat. You went to graduation but it didn’t mean anything because you still had one last band trip coming up. You didn’t shed a tear when you tossed your cap but you cried like a child after your last parade. You remember on the plane ride home, you expected to feel devastated and heartbroken, but you just felt… empty.

You remember printing out what seemed like the most difficult solo in the world. You remember driving up to your college and entering a room with a chair and a stand and a couple of people giving you skeptical looks. You remember getting an email from the college marching band with your audition results and reading it with tears of joy in your eyes because you realized it was starting all over again.

But marching band doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t matter.

Tell me that it doesn’t matter. Tell me as many times as you want. You could scream it in my face and I still wouldn’t hear because the music we’re making is too damn loud to let anything else in. 

Tell me that it doesn’t matter when I’m standing on the field for the last time, knowing that everything behind me will last forever and that nothing will ever mean more to me than this… and all you’ve got is some money and a jersey with a number on the back.

Do not ever tell me that marching band isn’t important. It is everything to me, and it is everything to millions of other band geeks across the world.

When you refuse to support kids because they participate in the arts rather than athletics, you’re no better than the football player who takes lunch money from nerds.

To all of my fellow band geeks… keep marching, even if the world tells you it’s not worth it. It is. God, it is worth it, in ways no one else but you will ever understand. Continue your band career in college. Audition for a drum corps. Stay active in your high school band as an alumnus supporter. You are all my family. 

something i made for my darling boyfriend for Hanukkah! jewish strilondes are absolutely canon you can’t convince me otherwise.

On that note, happy holidays to all of you! you’re all super important to me and i’m so happy you all like my work enough to follow me. 

(they’re both watching eight crazy nights, that animated hanukkah film by adam sandler. looks gorgeous, the content is fucking weird.)

Fandom PSA - on Anti Behavior

I’m finally addressing what needs to be said given the behavior of fandom over the last few weeks. It took me a while because I wasn’t entirely sure what to say that didn’t have me go off on a tangent with my point hiding like a needle in a haystack.

I’ve been seeing a lot of horrific actions from fandom lately, but what’s even worse is that a lot more well-meaning fans are getting sucked into anti rhetoric because they are terrified of being wrong and becoming a potential target. That’s insidious.

Accusing people of something as strong as pedophilia because their ship has an age gap is not social justice. Sending people disgusting images of gore and child pornography because you deem their ship immoral is not social justice. Creating block lists of “problematic” blogs because you don’t agree with their content is not social justice 

AND ALL THESE ACTIONS DO IS TURN PEOPLE INTO TARGETS AND CREATE MORE VICTIMS VIA MOB RULE.

It’s disgusting and such actions aren’t fooling anyone. Because this isn’t about protecting fandom and survivors, this is about dictating fandom behavior to feed their own inflated sense of self-righteousness. This is the reason we call these people “antis”. Their motivation lies entirely with disliking a certain ship or content creator, and using social justice buzzwords that Tumblr thrives on in order to spread fear and discourse. 

Trust me, I’ve been in fandom longer than a fraction of you have even been alive. Morally policing fandom has NEVER ended well. NEVER. All it does is just create victims, and once one innocent person is driven away, the mob then turns its teeth on another, and the vicious cycle continues until the entire fandom just falls apart. It probably stems from a form of jealousy, a narcissistic need to have fandom enjoy things the way they do, and if they can’t have their fun then no one can. Then again, I’m not really here to rationalize such irrational actions. 

So for those who find themselves caught in the middle and unsure what to do, I’m going to ask that if you see this kind of “anti” behavior to please recognize it for what it is: just someone who is using buzzwords to wave around their superior sense of morality and nothing more. Like, seriously, what kind of person sees an event that specifically talks about dedicating a week filled with nothing but positivity for fandom and they immediately start tearing it down? What kind of person makes callout posts and block lists that call for fandom to rally against a single individual just because they don’t agree with said individual’s content? What kind of person thinks it’s okay to slander and accuse others of heavy crimes like pedophilia just because a certain ship is in competition with their own? 

Such sanctimonious behavior isn’t unique to fandom, either. As a parent, I see this shit all the time in the, erm, “mom fandom” I guess we can call it. I’ve seen people accused of child abuse for using formula instead of breastfeeding. For letting their kids watch more than an hour of TV per day. For not feeding their kids organic food straight out of the dirt. Ridiculous? Yes, and this whole “anti” behavior is ranked right up there on that ridiculous level. And both these groups of people are coming from the same exact sanctimonious place. So you’re damn right I don’t buy into anti rhetoric about how they are just “looking out for fandom”. Bullshit. And that bullshit is the same everywhere. 

Nobody here is saying you can’t be uncomfortable with things, of course not. But there are a lot of things in this world that you are going to be exposed to that you don’t like, that make you uncomfortable, that will trigger you. There are only two healthy ways of dealing with this: 

One, you can engage that person in a conversation, explain your stance, and then listen to their response. No, this isn’t tone-policing. You don’t know anyone’s story or their motivations. Nothing in this world gives you the right to be abusive to another human being that sits behind your screen. 

Two, simply don’t give that person your support anymore. Unfollow, block, and move on with your life. Don’t turn someone into a target of abuse. Don’t create a victim.

tips for flawless skin:

(note: everyones skin type/genes are different! this may not work 100% for everyone but this is what i do to maintain healthy skin!)

- stay hydrated. this is probably the most important one! not only does staying hydrated make you feel better and improve your health drastically, over time, your skin will feel more plump and smooth due to the boost in elasticity from the internal hydration.

- exfoliate! 2 -3 times a week!! this is also super important ! exfoliating takes away Dead and dry skin cells, leaving the fresh and new layer of skin beneath ! your skin will be glowy and clear, while unclogging your pores and reducing chances of acne as well

- moisturize ! a huge step that shouldn’t be missed. moisturizing will replenish your skin with needed nutrients and hydration. remember to use a moisturizer based on your skin type !

- use a gentle face wash. use one that isn’t filled w harsh chemicals that can dry out your fragile skin or cause irritation. remember that your facial skin is thin and needs to be handled gently !

- change out your pillowcase once a week! pillowcases can trap all kinds of nasties like dirt and oil. this causes acne and clogged pores! this will also reduce the excess oil on your scalp !

- use face masks. these can remedy a slurry of issues such as redness and puffiness. use one up to three times a week !!

- do a simple fav massage in the am! It helps circulation and reduces puffiness. with your fingertips, in circular motions, gently massage from your forehead all the way down your neck, focusing on your jaw and neck. 5 minutes is recommended but a quick sweep is ok too!

- find a routine that works best for you! going to a dermatologist is recommended, but for those on a budget, you can do tons of online research! your routine can be as simple or as complex as you’d like. and beforall, remember to tea new skincare items on a patch on your arm or neck!

if u have any more tips feel free to add!

I just want to hug whoever decided Jace’s reaction to the Malec kiss was going to be this!! This proud but also kinda emotional smile is SO precious!!

We never got to see Jace’s initial reaction to Malec in the books, and I just think not only was it great that he was included in the kiss scene, but he had the most gorgeous reaction too! I mean not that I ever doubted that Jace would be happy, but just the fact that he looks so damn proud of his big brother for finally choosing himself after everything they’ve been through and Alec has been through within himself, and he kind of looks a little emotional too, you just know that Alec’s happiness is one of the most important things to him!

It just makes me super emotional to see Jace and Alec’s relationship, and to have this reaction from Jace to one of the biggest moments in Alec’s life, especially when it didn’t happen in the books, is just lovely!

Feeding your soul

I had a really bad night last night. And by really bad I mean easily the worst night I’ve had in the last 12 months. I’m not going to get into details but I am gonna say that I indulged in some self care and had fast food. This is super uncommon for me, I rarely have it. But my point is that it was necessary. My soul and my heart needed to be fed last night and I so I listened to my body and my mind and let myself enjoy some super shitty food. And I don’t at all feel bad for it. And you shouldn’t ever either.

It’s so important that we go easy on ourselves. If you’re hurting and in pain it’s not fair to be extra tough on yourself and deny yourself having a good cry with a box of cookies if that’s what you need at that moment. And it’s not fair to yourself to feel bad about it later. On that same note, this is where the key difference of binge eating and self care come into play. If you allow yourself to just have what you need and not feel badly about it, a once in a while shitty self care meal will stay a once in a while thing. It’s only when you beat yourself up over it that it becomes a consistent thing, because you feel badly so you continue the cycle of those negative emotions. And if you struggle with binge eating, those negative emotions turn into more binging episodes.

Feed your soul. Listen to your mind and body, don’t hold yourself up to unrealistic and unfair expectations. Allow and welcome self care and deny yourself of feeling badly about it.

tbh u know what i hate: the whole idea that you can’t really be a fan of a celebrity if you call them out on stuff. like, if anything, i think it makes you just as much of a fan as everyone else because you’re recognizing them as a normal, human being who does dumb/shitty things like every other person in the world. & while its DAMN hard to admit that someone you admire isn’t perfect, its super important to be able to humanize them too.

what to do if you are feeling gross

so sometimes I’m just sitting around being lazy, watching tv or getting distracted by internet things, or I’ve eaten too much or I’ve just had a super long day. and sometimes I’m even aware of how much of a blob I am being, I’m sure this happens to other people, too. anyways I wanted to share this little list to motivate me/others to stop being a blob:

1. very very first thing. shut off your internet. put all the tv and stuff out of reach. this is really important, but you will feel 100% better afterwards.

3. uncover your windows, let natural light filter in. if you can/want to open them, that’s also fantastic. it really helps lighten your mood, always makes me feel more connected with the rest of the world.

2. put on some music. it’s ok to use your phone/computer for this, but remember to just keep it away from arm’s reach. also, you can use whatever music you’d like, but I suggest something soft, like Frank Sinatra or Beegie Adair or Jack Johnson.

3. take a walk. look at the colors and plants people surround themselves with. pick out houses/buildings you like. look at the sky, listen to what’s going on around you. I don’t generally listen to music for this because I like to feel grounded when I walk, but if you’re more of a song person that’s okay, too. it’s really easy to forget how long it’s been since you’ve had some fresh air.

4. take a bath. if it’s hot out, turn on a fan and cool down the room so you’re all cosy in the water, put in some bubbles and scents. grab a book or magazine. exfoliate, do your nails, put on a face mask. throw yourself a little spa day. when you get out, put on lotion, put on new underwear and soft, comfy clothing.

5. make your favourite cup of tea or coffee, or maybe pour yourself some lemonade or just cold water is fine too.

6. go sit in a common area of your house, like a living room or dining table. if you’re not home alone and don’t want to be bothered, gently voice it to the people around you or go sit somewhere else where you feel comfortable and relaxed. just get out of the same walls, find a change of scenery. you could even leave and go to a café or a park if you’d like.

7. do some writing/doodling. whenever this happens, I always like to use a spare piece of printer paper or something not connected to a notebook so I’m less attached to it and less likely to care about the way it looks. let the pen do its own thing, don’t worry about messing up. if you feel that you’re getting frustrated, step away and do something else.

8. make some lists. this is one of my favourite pastimes. list nice things that you’ve seen recently that you think you’ll forget later on. list little details of your dreams, list things you want to do in your favourite season, list recipes you’d like to try. the possibilities are endless.

9. cook/bake something. important reminders—if you don’t find this relaxing, don’t do it!! find another hobby that you love where you can enjoy doing something productive. also, even if you’re making something fantastic, be sure not to snack too much or overeat (I’m very prone to this). you could also make something for a friend or a neighbour!! people always enjoy a heartfelt craft made by someone who cares.

10. catch up with an old friend or family member. ask them out for coffee or something, it’s always nice to talk. trust me, they will very much appreciate you reaching out.

11. write a letter to someone. you do not have to send it.

12. go to a park and look at the flowers or sit in the grass. grab a sketchbook, some sudoku, a book, a puzzle, your thoughts, or anything else you could tinker with while enjoying the fresh air. something to make your brain work a little.


there’s more, of course, but this is all I can really come up with at the moment—I hope it works! now get off that web and have a good time!!

So a friend mentioned that she was worried about the upcoming election and I was like “you’re sixteen???? What does it matter to you????” then I realized she’s sixteen and too young to vote. 

That means that the next four years of her life hinge on a decision that she has no say in. This means that the next four years of her life will be effected by the actions and inactions of some people only two years older than her.

It means that by the time the next presidential election rolls around she would have been able to vote for two years.

It means that my friend would have had to wait two whole years to make her voice heard.

This means that for two years her entire life will be effected by the outcome of this election.

If you don’t want to vote for your future, please think of those younger than us who do. Please vote in November, please make the right choice (you know the one), and please remember: You have a voice in this matter while many others do not. Do it for them.

tips for ppl with hyperempathy from a fellow hyperempathetic pal

• dont be afraid to blacklist tags on tumblr about negative stuff. even if it’s incredibly important, i know it makes me v stressed out

• it’s ok to hate drama and not want to watch tv shows/movies/whatever that include arguments or fighting.

• a lot of people nowadays who aren’t kids like stuffed animals so people won’t really think you’re all that weird if you bring your stuffed animal everywhere

• it’s ok if your empathy fluctuates!! it’s ok if you only feel empathy for inanimate objects!! it’s ok if u have hypoempathy! all ‘not normal’ levels of empathy are super ok and there are lots of people who experience them

• hyperempathy isn’t always a bad thing. we have a lot of love in our hearts. always try to remember that