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Okay, it's been literal hours since I bought the tickets now so I'm a little calmer... BUT I'M GOING TO MY FIRST EVER KPOP CONCERT IN MARCH YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW INSANELY EXCITED I AM!! And I'm gonna see a kband in February too so next year will be my year for sure 😭❤️
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if you need a good laugh just go through the tags
okay i need everybodys opinions on all of these foods: pineapple pizza, avocado, hummus, candy corn, nutella, and dark chocolate
[SCAN] KAI - The 2nd Mini Album ‘Peaches’
We need to embrace the fact that the tumblr userbase is aging. What’s everybody’s favorite kitchen appliance?
flipping through wips like opening and closing the fridge endlessly. is there an idea i want to write in there? no. how about now? no. surely there will be new ideas in there now, despite me having done nothing to generate them.
no. shocker.
i love how telling somebody’s favorite flavor of sucker/lollipop is about who they are as a person. tag your favorite flavor mine is strawberry
To any fic writers who worry they are wasting their time... I read a fic for a relatively small and inactive fandom about three years ago. And there was one specific scene where a character watched another dancing like an idiot to a beyonce song and it was so sweet and loving that even now years later I have that song on one of my spotify playlist so every once in a while it will play and remind me of that fic, and every time it does I smile and feel a little happier.
The stats on a fic will never really tell you if your writing touched someone. There's no numerical way to show you what impact you made. Maybe you are wasting time, or maybe you are writing something that someone will remember for a long time, something that will never fail to make them smile.
I miss my friends here. We had some good times, didn't we? I hope you're all thriving.
Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.
it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?
i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.
it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.
she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching.
it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat.
three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions.
somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.
i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”
i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”
i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”
we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.
the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.
she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing.
the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.
and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.
she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”
recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.
one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.
this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.
this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.
I’m actually sobbing jesus christ
my heart is aching??? this is gorgeous
Wow. Worth the read, don’t scroll.
This is everything.
Everything about how to love.
I was not prepared
Nor was I.
“this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.”
Honestly, if you scrolled… Go back up and read it.
I’ve read this again and again, and it just wrecks me every time.
This is beyond beautiful. Thanks for doing this prompt @inkskinned
Eiji Ohashi aka 大橋英児 (Japanese, b. 1955, Wakkanai, Hokkaido, Japan) - For years Eiji Ohashi has been capturing Japan through its lonely Vending Machines at Night and during Snowstorms. Photography
“My mom adopted a cat that brings her slippers to her every morning. I didn’t believe her until she got it on camera finally”
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“this world needs us. we need to accept each other. we need to respect each other. but most of all we need to hear each other, and understand.”
I’m Coming Out. - NikkieTutorials
Did you know that bees sleep between 5-8 hours a day, sometimes in flowers? Also, they like to sleep with other bees and hold each other’s feet.
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Lucy Liu photographed by Stephanie Sednaoui for Vogue Italia, June 2019
I was tagged by @fille-lioncelle, @irazor and @nofeartina to post six random facts about me. Thank you, my lovely darlings, for still including me in things even if I'm so distant nowadays. And sorry for taking so long. (really when was I even tagged I don't even remember agshsjdhw) This was, for some strange reason, surprisingly hard?
1. I had an account on Habbo Hotel with a friend and we had quite the reputation because our character was a prostitute. We would "have sex" with people for furniture.
2. I once sat in my brother's rabbit's cage with the rabbit in my lap and fed it a fat carrot for like an hour, apologizing to it for not spending more time with it because my brother wouldn't let me.
3. When I was about 4, I used to "plant" crickets because I thought I would get more if I planted them. Like flowers. Spoiler alert, crickets do not grow like flowers.
4. The first (and only) time I asked a known alcoholic to buy alcohol for me and a friend (the friend was with me and he basically coerced me bc he was a total dickhead don't get me started), the alcoholic said, in the middle of the conversation "by the way, I don't have time to have sex with you" and my friend just laughed while I was trying not to cry bc I was terrified.
5. I had a rumor about me through secondary school that I knew every single line in Titanic. It even reached the teachers.
6. In 5th grade, my class had this fake Nobel dinner thing (we had prepped for it with etiquette classes and everything) and I won the peace price, which consisted of a diploma, a dinosaur book and a movie ticket.
Aaah, I finally got this done!!! Sorry it took sooo long 💔 And I guess most people have already been tagged in this? But I'll tag some people anyways~ @little-ultron, @possessedpika, @queerforjustice ❤ If you've done this already, ignore this and if you don't want to do this, ignore it as well. Otherwise, have fun! Oh, and if anyone else wants to do this, I tag you as well! I tag anyone who feels like they want to be tagged in this and you can @ me if you want to and I'll go read through the facts and get to know you better 😚
