your everything makes me feel things

To Jacksepticeye

@therealjacksepticeye I know you may not read this, but I hope everything is okay. Seeing that you haven’t tweeted anything (including the tweets about your two videos for the day) and you haven’t reblogged or posted anything on tumblr since your last post about how you felt about your video, really worries me. I know I probably have nothing to worry about and maybe you’re just taking a break after all this drama and you’ll be back soon, but being a huge fan of you, and with you being an inspiration to me, and because of several other things I would rather not say, of course I am really worried about you. You make me happy every single day, and after everything that happened on YouTube, Twitter, here and other social media platforms, it’s really upsetting me and worrying about how you are feeling and what you may be doing, especially in the future. You are an incredible human being and there is nothing wrong with what you did or said in your video. You deserve absolutely none of the hate given to you. You deserve all the happiness and support in the world. You’re mine, and many other fans, hero and we hate to see anything happen to you.

I hope everything returns to normal soon and you’ll be back to tweeting, posting on tumblr, etc. like you normally do and everything is alright. ❤❤

~ Jackie (and many other fans of yours who love and support you every step of the way❤)


admin diana here!

i decide to change the au! i was doing, i will make draws of other aus (of curse) that everyone request, only have pacience

this is not a yoonseok blog! im yoonseok trash lol but i don’t want to be a only ship blog, every ship with hobi is welcome!

i have to say sorry for the other thing a days ago, i need to say that i have the most sweetest followers, all of your words make me cry, i read everything! also i need to say thanks for some admins of other blogs that supported me, i feel really really happy.

Also i dont know the identity of the anons so i will say thank you to all this people

THANKS, Im lucky for all the sweet people that follows me, i don’t have words to explain me ???? so i can only be grateful.

anonymous asked:

My dear Monsieur, as hard as it is to admit, I have been feeling a bit out of sorts lately. Do you think you could give your little kitten some encouraging words, pretty please?

“Of course, my sweet kitten. You don’t even need to ask. More than anything else, I want to see you happy. Your smiles are what make my day, you know? They are what make my world. 

Smile, my darling. You are beautiful and lovely and oh so tempting. Don’t let anyone make you feel anything less than. To me, you are everything that is on those Hallmark cards.

You rock my world. The best thing that ever happened to me was you. You’re the one I text when I’m drunk - yes, that’s really on one of those cards. I wouldn’t make that up. Well, all right, I do like to play around sometimes, but I’m being serious here.

I really would text you when I’m drunk. I’ll happily text you even when I’m not drunk. Actually, I think I’m always drunk on you, so you’re never seeing me sober, hehe!

I want to start my day with you and end my evening with you. You mean so much to me - don’t you ever forget that, my love. 

There is no one exactly like you in this whole, wide world, and I love every unique thing about you. I want to uncover all your secrets, I want to learn about everything that makes you laugh, I want to know about all your nuances - I want you.

You are the one I want
Oh, oh, oh, honey
The one I need
Oh, yes indeed ~  ♪

Come, darling. Dance with me.”

I promise you this, when you find your person you’ll know. Because you find them in every little thing you do and you picture doing everything with that one person. Every song becomes about them, every movie or tv show ends up being relatable to them. You start to feel more than just butterflies in your stomach but you get a feeling in your heart that makes everything feel as if it’ll all be okay. They’re voice is your new favorite sound and they’re eyes are your new favorite color. You can’t get enough of them in a day and you can’t picture anyone else by your side. Whether it’s miles or minutes apart you just know deep down that they are your person. And if you ever find that person, you’d be damned if you ever let them go.
—  Some personal shit
One day you will remember me. I know you don’t remember the things I told you because you don’t want them in your heart anymore. You’ve erased every presence of me in your mind and that’s okay. But one day, you’ll remember me when you least expect it. When she’ll refuse to kiss you because she thinks you’re mad at her, that’s when you’ll remember how I always did everything to make you laugh with my kisses. When she’ll laugh at the way you dance, you’ll remember how I used to dance in front of you to make you feel less embarrassed. One day, you’ll remember everything I did to make you happy because that’s only thing I truly wanted for you.
Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. The kisses, the “I miss you” hugs, the cuddling, the love. Everything about falling in love is what makes a person remember how great it feels to have butterflies in your stomach and to have your heart beat so fast that your chest is going to explode. Being in love with someone is amazing. But being in love with your best friend, god that is fucking the best thing I could ever ask for. Being in love with the person that makes you laugh so hard that you nearly have snot coming out your right nostril and makes your stomach turn inside out. Being in love with the person that you share secrets with and gossip about people with, the person that says “fuck her baby, she don’t know a damn thing” kind of best friend. The person that you can lay next to at night and can’t sleep until 3 am because you were talking about how people can’t learn their damn differences between they’re, their, and there, and then laugh about it. The person that you argue with about what kind of food you want to eat, or who’s going to be the one to get up from the bed and turn off the light. The person that you can lick their face and they won’t look back at you with a confused face, but sticks their finger up your nose. The person that won’t only being the shoulder to cry on, but the shoulder that will bring you back up and make you stronger than before. The person that will tell you whats wrong and whats bothering them instead of being distant and ignore the situation. Loving someone that you can share memories and laughs with, god it is beautiful. Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. But being in love with your best friend, that is the most wonderful thing I could ever ask for.
—  I’m in love with my best friend

Unpopular opinion: 2016 was actually an incredible year to me, so many cool things happened!! I’ve become independent, I learned and experienced tons of things, I’ve overcome my problems and finally I achieved what I’ve wanted for so long: I am truly happy with who I am as a person! I learned how to be happy and how to stay happy, I learned what’s important and to what extent. I realised that everything is a choice and there are literally no limits!! I finally see that every minute spent on whining and crying under a blanket is a wasted minute!! There’s literally no point in being stuck in one place, life moves forward and so should I!! Every failure is a test of persistence and determination, the key is to never stop looking for solutions!!

tl;dr Bring it on 2017, I’m ready

Victor Nikiforov is seriously so inspiring, holy shit. I love him so fucking much.

He’s a 27 year old that was set for life doing what he loved most, but hit a wall and is trying to find inspiration in something unknown.

He’s taking the hugest leap of faith with Yuuri to find himself again, or maybe a new version of himself or an old version.

He’s telling you it’s okay to make changes, to take risks, and chase after things you might think are scary.


Victor Nikiforov has made me feel so many things. But most importantly, he’s made me feel that’s it’s okay to not have my life together.

Victor has taught me that even if the whole world tells your you’re wrong, or expects something from you, it’s /your/ life, /your/ choice.

Let Victor Nikiforov be the inspiration to find yourself or a new you, chase your dreams, or even fall in love with the unknown.

Victor Nikiforov means so much to me, so much. I may have said all kinds of stuff right now, but there are seriously not enough words to say how much.

People fear someone falling out of love with them, but no one usually questions what it’s like to be the one falling out. They can’t picture feeling that something must be horribly wrong with you because there’s no other plausible explanation for why your heart doesn’t flutter when you look at him like it used to. It was the position I never thought I would find myself in, yet here I was, looking at the man I supposedly loved and not feeling a thing. If there was anything there, it was negative. Annoyance, anger, sadness, the complete opposite of everything he used to make me feel. It wasn’t right to let him believe things were okay, so I told him. Watching his facial expression drift from a quiet seriousness into a brokenness I never thought I would cause, I wished I didn’t mean the words I said but I knew I did. I couldn’t keep running away, after all, where could I go when the person that used to feel like home no longer did?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: Telling the guy you love that you’re falling out of love for the same reason you fell in love with him.

You know what makes me even more angry? Its the fact that fans turned something so pure and loving (Bambam calling Mark’s dad daddy) into something disgusting. Its kinda sad that fans nowadays don’t understand what boundaries are and they feel the need to make EVERYTHING into a sick joke. You know, when I was a kid, it was a NORMAL thing to call my father daddy. I don’t know the trends these days, but so many of you are sick. Keep your gross kinks or whatever in your own heads and let people live in peace. You probably ruined everything for the poor boy ( a 19 year old who grew up without a father), so fuck all of you and your gross minds. 

is it just me or is studying late at night by yourself kind of comforting? Like you’re at the library or in your room on a thursday and its 2 am and you look at the window and everything is so quiet and peaceful and you have some hot coffee with you. You make a list of the things you want to get done and you feel accomplished for even studying right now and getting ahead in your classes and wow its great


I’m honestly so fucking sorry. You did everything right and you guided me in the right path. I just fucked up. It was all me. Not you. You never did a thing wrong. I just became so overwhelmed with my feelings I just had to smoke them away. I know you never wanted your girl to be a drug addict. I never wanted to be one. But that’s where I’m at right now. And I’m so fucking sorry. I’m trying so hard to make you proud of me again. I love you so much.

Your addict daughter.

This is a love letter for someone who don’t know me at all. I wish I could see how stunningly beautiful you are today. I wish to see you somewhere in an unexpected time. When we’re both slowly walking and treasuring each and everything that surrounds us. I wish to hear how wonderful your day was and what makes it even more special. I wish you can tell me all the things that bother your mind.

This is an apologetic letter for someone who don’t know me at all. I’m sorry I couldn’t go there and give you a tight hug and tell you that everything is going to be alright. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to block your way and smile at you and make the corniest joke that’ll make your stomach ache from laughter. I’m sorry if my words can’t lessen the pain you’re feeling right now. I’m sorry that some people doesn’t feel sorry at all—for the bad things that they have done to you. I’m sorry if there were no stars and moon tonight. I’m sorry if life is hard and the world seems to suffocate you.

This is a gratitude letter for someone who don’t know me at all. Thank you for being there when no one else seems to pay attention at everything I wrote. Thank you for listening to each and every little words I say. Thank you for not giving up on life and for doing everything you can just to reach all of your dreams. Thank you for saying “hi” and “hello”. Thank you for asking me if everything’s fine and if life’s kind to me. Thank you for breathing and existing in this world. I just wanted to say thank you so much for being so special and unique, that you give another meaning to the life that I am living. I am so thankful and glad that you’re still fighting and you’re proving that you’re brave enough to hold on. You’re strong enough to keep moving on.

—  ma.c.a // A Letter For You

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

i. Stop asking me if I’m okay. Stop asking me how my day went, whether I had a good sleep or if I’m having a bad day. Just stop asking me because it makes me feel that you care. It makes me think that if I say I am not, if I say I need you to be with me you’ll be there in a heartbeat, that even if  you’re miles away from me I will wake up with the sound of your voice on our porch with food and coffee just to make me feel better. 

ii. Don’t bother asking me where I am, whether I’m with my friends or if I’m crying again. Don’t bother knowing these details because it makes me imagine things. It makes me think that you wanted to be my company, that you wanted to wipe the tears on my face and tell me everything’s going to be okay but we both know it’s not. It makes me think that you’re willing to drive the distance but I know that’s how far your heart is away from mine.
Adulting 101

I’m going to start posting a weekly blurb called “Adulting 101″. Basically a list of 10 things that I have learned since I started living on my own, the list changing every week. I’m also going to @ two of you lovely followers each week because I see ya’ll reblogging everything I post and ya’ll make me feel special.

Today big shout out to @lifehacksthatwork and @b1polar-thoughts. Please go love them! And without further ado…

1. Important documents. One of the first things you should do before you move out is get all your important documents from your parents/guardians. I’m talking your Social Security Card, Birth Certificate, high school or college transcripts, banking information, etc. Trust me.

2. Get a store discount card. I save an average of $20 per $100 shop at Stop & Shop and as of today I’ve saved $125 at CVS.

3. Buy herbs. Herbs like basil, rosemary, and thyme are very easy to maintain and yield a big bang for their buck. They are cheap, hardy and easy to cook with!

4. Wash those sheets. Wash your sheets once a week (if you can afford it), it will really make a difference in your skin care.

5. Help your bathroom. Always, always, always leave your door or window open after you shower. Black mold is no joke and is easily preventable but not easy to eliminate. I leave my bathroom window open in the summer and my door open in the winter.

6. Freeze everything. I buy in bulk, separate into meal portions, and then defrost as needed. Waste not, want not! I do this with loaves of bread, cookies, meat, etc.

7. Buy xmas lights. I have xmas lights strung up year round, they’re cheap and really brighten my apartment up. 

8. Have pet, will lint roller. If you have a pet, get a lint roller. Seriously. There’s nothing worse than going to an important interview or event and realizing that you look like your cat’s mutated half-human sister.

9. Posters are cheap, frames are expensive. Frames are sometimes three times the price of the poster! And what’s worse is that the cheaper frames fall apart almost instantly and look terrible. 

10. Late night worries. If you’re out late at night worried about your safety use an app to share your location with a friend. Those with Iphones can actually just “share my location” on a friend’s contact page or use “Find My Friends”. It This is something I do all the time

When you were a kid, did you ever hang off the bed until everything went slightly fuzzy? It makes you more aware of your own heartbeat and warms you up. It probably isn’t a good thing because it sends all your blood to your head but this is the closest thing I can describe to the feeling when she walks in the room and I look up and see her smiling at me