…. how…. how did i not consider this…

hype

Seriously considering becoming a crack addict so I can lose a significant amount of weight

Chicken Fajita Bowls - 325kcal/20g protein

Servings: 1 - 325kcal/20g protein per bowl

1.  Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.

2.  Combine chili powder, cumin and ¼ teaspoon salt in a small bowl. Place sweet potatoes on one side of a large rimmed baking sheet. Drizzle with 1 tablespoon oil and sprinkle with 1 teaspoon of the spice mixture. Toss to coat. Combine chicken, bell pepper, and onion on the other side of the pan. Drizzle with the remaining 1 tablespoon oil and sprinkle with the remaining spice mixture. Toss to coat. Spread into an even layer.

3.  Bake until the vegetables are tender-crisp and the chicken is no longer pink inside (165 degrees F), 18 to 20 minutes. Drizzle with 2 tablespoons lime juice. Stir gently, keeping the sweet potatoes and the chicken mixture separate.

4.  Meanwhile, cook bulgur according to package directions. Add the remaining 1 tablespoon lime juice, 2 tablespoons cilantro, and the remaining 1/8 teaspoon salt and stir with a fork. Warm beans in a small saucepan.

5.  Divide kale (or spinach) among 4 serving dishes. Arrange the bulgur, chicken mixture, sweet potatoes, and beans on top. Top with salsa and the remaining 2 tablespoons cilantro.

A Protective Love Letter, for anyone who wants it. Let’s just say I’ve been a little stressed lately.

…you’re scared of me, aren’t you?

You think I’m going to hurt you.

I mean, I can’t say I see why you’d think something as ridiculous as that. After everything I’ve done for you, after I’ve devoted so much of my time just to keep you safe, just to keep you happy, you act like I’m some monster. Just a predator, hunting you down and planning to do something as vile as marking up that beautiful skin of yours. I’m helping you, love, watching over you and making sure nothing has a chance of touching you.

And because I love you so, so much, I’m not going to be mad.

I’m not going to hate you for calling the police, or punish you for ruining what could’ve been a nice, peaceful night. I won’t yell at you for thinking I’d do anything to hurt you, or lecture you for not letting me get close enough to do my job properly. You’re just… learning, that’s all. You’re going to make mistakes, and I’ll try to be patient with you. You just don’t know you’re mine yet.

I hate that word, mine. It always seems to… aggressive, too harsh for someone as delicate as you. But, you need to see where you belong. With me, by my side, as my loving partner. I’m the only one who can protect you, the only who can take care of you the way you need to be taken care of. Because you’re mine.

Mine to protect.

Mine to look after.

Mine to hold.

Mine.

But, you had to go and throw it all away. Finding one of my security cameras, calling those awful, awful men… moving to another town. You were so far away for so long… something could’ve happened to you! Something might’ve broken, or you could’ve slipped, and what if someone besides me was waiting for you to let your guard down? What if someone wanted to hurt you? What if someone was going to take you away and so something terrible?

You know I wouldn’t be able to take that! Fuck, it took most of my self-control to keep from grabbing you the moment I heard you were planning something so stupid. You’re lucky I have so much patience, that I was able to wait, bide my time and fix every little detail. I needed everything to be perfect, it’s the only way it would be good enough for you.

And now you’re here. You’re where you belong, where you’re safe, but…

You don’t seem very happy.

Trembling and crying, asking what I had planned and why I’d do something… something like this. I tried to explain that this was for your safety, that you were putting yourself at risk! But, you just kept sobbing, begging, screaming. I had to sedate you before you’d relax… not that I minded having to tuck you in. Even then, you were still struggling, tossing and turning in your sleep and trying to get out of the reinforced chain around your ankle.

You don’t have to worry, though.

You don’t have to be scared.

I’m going to protect you. I’m going to keep you here, where I’m the only one who can hurt you… not that I ever would. And you’ll learn to be appreciative when you see that I’m the best option. After you realize how dangerous everything outside is, you’ll know why I’m doing this. Why I needed to do this.

Eventually, you’ll realize you don’t have to be scared of me.

You’ll realize that I love you.

You’ll realize that I’m your benevolent, loving protector.

And, you’ll realize that it only hurts when you resist me.

Not to be romantic on the main, but I want to improve my handwriting so I can write letters to my lover. To tell them how much they mean to me, how much I yearn to be with them and to be held in their embrace. To tell them that I do not wish any companion in the world but them... Love truly is a funny thing.

e.v.e. ( Letters to my love)

Alex Turner's love letter

— I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written you a heartfelt poem. I know that we’re often too busy and too deeply invested into the daily routines of life. I know that we’re always going to be okay even if we aren’t together for the time being. I know the world wouldn’t try this hard to get us together just to tear us apart. It’s all about the bigger picture, right? I’ve changed. I don’t write as much. I don’t play as much. I think something’s wrong with me. I know we’re doing this to figure out some things and we’re doing a terrible job. Aren’t we? I found the whispers of december to be much more bearable with you taking care of my heart. I found the hawaiian air calling me back home, I will bring you back to the ocean there some day. I’ll make things right and we’re going to jump back to right where we left off like nothing ever happened. I know that I’ve been crying a lot and it’s really not your fault. You’re not a bad lover. I need you to know that. You hear me? You are not a bad lover. You’ve never been a bad lover. You hate it when I say that because what kind of lover is inconsistent, you’d say. What kind of lover doesn’t show up? The kind that’s trying to figure herself out. The kind that’s clumsy and tired, I don’t blame you for any of it. I just feel lonely, you know? I know that we’re a thousand different shades of cherry blossoms, they never look the same. I’ve seen the silence in my eyes and I’m all out of tears. I can’t cry anymore. I won’t. I’ve had a problem with negativity loops within my own life— that’s how my depression starts, you want to know how I know we’re going to be just fine? Because you’ve left me with enough good memories to last three whole lifetimes. I think it’s just bad timing. You’re right. The planets aren’t aligned properly and the universe brought us together at the right time, so that we can learn what we needed to learn. You’ve taught me patience. You’ve kept me safe. You’ve glued my heart back together. You’re stuck with me, you’d say. You made me fall in love with you. It’s something that I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. It’s something that was meant to happen. I was always going to end up with you somehow. I know it sounds crazy, right? But love? It makes us crazy. How else can you feel so deeply about someone? There has to be a certain level of madness, you know? No matter what happens from here on out, just know that we’ve caught the sun together. We’ve sang our little bird songs and kissed the moon back into the moon. And no matter how long it takes for us to make it home—

—Baby, we’ll meet again some day.

Love letters are such a high-romance gesture. It is an act of selfless fullness, where each person willingly steps into a space where undivided attention is given to the other. To the wholeness of listening and embracing the other into your heart, from the first word to the last, with no interruptions; and then to the wholeness of voicing yourself afterwards, to releasing all of your thoughts onto the paper when it is your turn. It is a perfect circle of reciprocity, in which the act of giving and receiving is honored in its entirety, and as such it remains a beautiful example of harmonious exchange of energies. It is this act of giving fully and then receiving fully, which is important to learn to practice every day of our lives. Through it, we teach our friends, loved ones and family and even strangers, how to gift ourselves and each other with one of the greatest gift of all: that of being Seen.

things people do that I adore-

when folks sit on counters or tables or other things that aren’t meant for sitting on

when someone is reading a book and their eyes light up just a little bit more, and they look up at read aloud lines or even paragraphs they love

“look at the sunset” “look at that dog” “look at this flower” ppl who see beauty everywhere make my heart smile

people who hand out cookies to their neighbors???????? so pure?????

when someone sends you or shows you something and says “this reminded me of you”

when somebody catches you saying something you don’t usually, like “you said ‘anyhow!!!!!’ you always say ‘anywho’!!!!!” and it’s like?????? you noticed that???????

when they’re applying hand lotion and they spread some on ur hands

when somebody smiles at you and your heart just goes !!!! hello!!!!!! Yes!!!!!! I love you!!!!

when people interrupt you to give you a compliment and then are like “sry to interrupt, please continue’

when they take rando photos of you out of the blue

when they’re trying to explain something they’re passionate about but they keep getting distracted and cutting themselves off and they’re so excited and it’s adorable

— INTIMACY

Everybody’s everything 🖤

Why aren’t there more posts on here about the Scooby Doo movies? Because seriously

these

are

the

best

movies

ever

Get Out (2017) The opening of the film is partially inspired by the opening of Halloween (1978), which Jordan Peele describes as a subversion of “the perfect white neighborhood.”

I know exactly what the fucking reply is. I don’t need to look closely, I know exactly which motherfucker you put in the distance