you are the truth

If Only

Don’t tell me you love me
If you know you don’t.
Won’t you please refrain
From promises you won’t
Keep to, breaking right away,
Lying even as you say
That every word is your heart
Spilling out of your mouth–
Soaring like a rocket ship
That sputtering, heads south.
You’ll take my heart with you,
Going up in smoke and flames.
You will walk away unscathed,
Quickly forgetting my name.
Only tell me if it’s how you feel…
I can’t bear to hear if it’s not real.

A morality based on slavish obedience, to laws or to gods, makes pliant dogs of able men. True morality springs forth from dark wells deep within, comes flashing down from atop the high mountain - it cannot be passed from hand to hand or mouth to ear; it must be lived, breathed, dwelled within, until its essence suffuses the being entire. True morality is the living truth, expressed in word and deed. The moral man does not obey, he acts; for he himself is that living truth.

after you read your own writing like a million times you begin to be unable to look at it critically lol
like its hard to tell if you think it sucks because it actually does suck, or because you’re a self depreciating perfectionist with low self esteem

anonymous asked:

hi emma . i was thinking of starting a studyblr but i cant seem to afford those fancy stationeries most studyblrs are using such as muji products, mild liners, brushes pens, artline stix nor tombow brushes.

Helloo! Please don’t ever let that put you off starting one!! I’ve mentioned this before but sometimes the point of studyblr gets overshadowed by the idea that you’re ‘required’ to own a certain set of stationery, laptop, etc. It is so much further than the truth. You don’t need anything fancy to be a studyblr. Even I don’t have some of the most popular things like Muji notebooks, any fancy brush pens, Artline Stix, or Tombow brushes! And I’m not going to go out to buy them just because other people have them. I know I wouldn’t really use them in my notes so I don’t feel the need to buy them. What you use isn’t important for studyblr. We’re more about providing a positive, encouraging and fun environment to promotes education! I find it really sad that people are discouraged from starting a studyblr because they’re unable to have the some of the popular products. Like I’ve mentioned in a previous ask, not having a certain brand of stationery doesn’t make you any less of a studyblr or any less than anyone else. Please don’t be put off by this kind of false ideal that seems to float around this community. It is one of my pet peeves when it comes to studyblr and hopefully it will change! I look forward to you, hopefully, making one! xx

patronusmagnus replied to your postbut can we talk about alec telling magnus how his…

dani why see things on a tv shows when you can just HEAR amirite lmao

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this is why i unstanned freeform until they give me some proper ass intimate scenes i’d pay like $5 for this

@ freeform 

we shouldn’t have to imagine all these things!!!! we want to see this CANON LGBT couple have intimate scenes!!! take your climon as far away from me as possible, i don’t need that, thanks

EXO reaction - their idol friend (you) ignoring them because of false rumors

Xiumin

Depending on how close he is to you, he would try to find you and tell you the truth. He’s not the kind of person who takes drama from others.

Originally posted by prinseok

Suho

He would want to know who started the rumor and set the record straight. assuming the rumor was extreme enough for a friend to ignore him.

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Lay

He would be annoyed by the whole situation. Yixing is the last person who needs drama in his life. He doesn’t care for it. He would simply find you and make sure she knew the truthful story and carry on like normal.

Originally posted by lovelaydays

Baekhyun

He would be hurt that you’re ignoring him. He would sulk for a while and eventually talk to you.

Originally posted by sefuns

Chen

He would be very upset in the fact that rumors are being spread about him. He would want to know what it as about before talking to you to know what he is dealing with.

Originally posted by goldenchenrise

Chanyeol

He would find you first. He’s not the type to be confrontational, but in this case, he would just have to know why you’re ignoring him.

Originally posted by parkbingsoo

D.O

He could be one of two

1: Satansoo - he’d confront the person who started the rumor.

Originally posted by v-dyo

2: Floffysoo - He’d clear things up with you first

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

Kai

He’d also be hurt by this. He doesn’t want his friends to think differently about him.

Originally posted by kairamelo

Sehun

He’d pout for the longest time. He would feel betrayed by the idol who spread the rumor. He’d also feel bad in the fact that you didn’t trust him. He’d later work up the courage to talk to you about it.

Originally posted by 12fools

‘I? What am I?’ roared the President, and he rose slowly to an incredible height, like some enormous wave about to arch above them and break. 'You want to know what I am, do you? Bull, you are a man of science. Grub in the roots of those trees and find out the truth about them. Syme, you are a poet. Stare at those morning clouds. But I tell you this, that you will have found out the truth of the last tree and the topmost cloud before the truth about me. You will understand the sea, and I shall be still a riddle; you shall know what the stars are, and not know what I am. Since the beginning of the world all men have hunted me like a wolf - kings and sages, and poets and lawgivers, all the churches, and all the philosophers. But I have never been caught yet, and the skies will fall in the time I turn to bay. I have given them a good run for their money, and I will now.’
—  The Man Who Was Thursday, GK Chesterton
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Requested Anonymously


Truth serums were the tools of science fiction and weirder subgenres of fantasy, not reality. Although, if we're being honest, you should have been prepared for any and all fantasy to enter into reality as long as you were traveling with the Doctor.

In case you haven’t guessed it, yes, you got hopped up on some nasty truth serum.

In your defense, this was totally not your fault. A human being could hardly be expected to be wary of random truth serum-injecting plants that no one bothered to warn you about. It wasn’t really the Doctor’s fault, either, except maybe through a lack of care, but you couldn’t expect him to remember every danger lurking on every planet you visited, so you could hardly blame him. So, there was nobody to be mad at about your predicament, which meant that the only thing you could legitimately take your anger out on was a plant that you never wanted to go anywhere near again.

There was a nasty-looking swirl of discolored skin on your calf from where a thorn on some sort of creeping vine had snagged your skin open. It didn’t actually feel that bad, and with the Doctor’s application of numbing agents, it didn’t feel like much of anything, but it still looked horrifically painful, which was probably what kept the Doctor hovering anxiously over you and applying totally unnecessary first aid measures.

“Never going that planet again,” the Doctor muttered, fussing without actually accomplishing anything. “Not ever. Should’ve remembered that vine, blasted thing, it’s always trouble, each and every time I come here, I swear to-”

“I want you to stop talking,” you blurted out, and immediately winced at your own rudeness. You usually got the Doctor to shut up via much politer and more tactful methods. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“I know you can’t help it,” the Doctor assured you, not looking at all offended by your gracelessly truthful speech. “It’ll go away in an hour, don’t you worry. Do you want me to leave you here while it wears off, or…?”

“Yes!” you immediately answered, followed by, “Or, no. I don’t know. I want you to go because I don’t want to say anything embarrassing in front of you but I want you to stay because you make me feel nice.”

The Doctor paused, his whole body stilling except for a quiver of movement that shook the gravity-defying strands of his hair. “I make you feel… nice?”

“Obviously,” you said, and your stomach lurched with fear. You couldn’t make yourself stop talking. “Not always, though. Sometimes you make me feel very sad and I wish that I didn’t like you so much.”

The Doctor’s lips twisted into a slight grimace. “Oh.”

“But I do like you so much. You’re worth it. More than worth it.” Stop talking, stop talking. “Because everything’s got happy pieces and sad pieces and you’re just like everything, but I love your sad pieces as much as I love your happy pieces.”

The Doctor’s mouth fell slack, displeased grimace completely taken over by a baffled expression. “You… do?”

“I love all the pieces of you,” you sighed happily even though your insides were twisting themselves into painful knots. You had just- the truth serum made you admit- you might as well have said- “I love you.”

Blast it.

The Doctor shuddered, the motion shaking his whole body, as he stared at you, taking you in. You were a mess from trekking through an alien jungle and getting attacked by an angry vine full of truth serum, but that’s not what he saw. He only saw dilated pupils, clammy skin, the fully purple color surrounding your wound. Symptoms of the plant’s full effect: you were telling the truth, whether you wanted to or not, whether you were aware of it or not.

You were telling the truth, and you loved him.

“Oh, thank Rassilon,” he sighed, and gathered you into his arms for the fiercest kiss that a Gallifreyan could give.

Two hours of you (and other lives without me)

I spent two hours
Trying to make you savor me,
When I can’t stomach myself.
I can abuse myself though
And refuse myself, recuse myself,
But all I’d ask is that you
Hold my hand, ensued the chaos,
I promise – I won’t let go.

I spent the entire next day,
Apologetic…embarrassed,
And a little more lost –
Faded further, from the night before,
The now-embedded moments,
Slivers broken skin,
In increments,
And never quite whole.

So I spend tomorrow today,
Anxious, afraid, eye on door,
An ear for the phone, and all for you,
Entirely, when you’d forgotten me,
And I’d hoped to forget me too;
So ensues the conundrum,
A wish that it’s all in my head,
And that you really do care.

Truths be told, I’m usually the fog
That lifts and later leaves come morning.
Off-scripted, you’d beaten me to the punch.
You were the one gone far before dawn,
No name, no number, no, “nothing,”
Yet more, “bountiful,”  than ever,
And maybe it’s because, the “empty’s,”
Actually me, the awkward, “other.”

     - L.C.

anonymous asked:

Everyone take a moment and listen to watter boi when I say Frank is a top

LISTEN TO THEM THEY SPEAK THE TRUTH 

((ooc: THANK YOU WATTER BOI))