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you have this idea in your head that the only time you’re worthy of being loved is when you’re at your best. you’re still worthy of being loved when you’re at your lowest. you’re still worthy of being loved when you don’t want to go on anymore. you are still worthy of being loved even when you don’t love yourself. you are a human and therefore always worthy of being loved and don’t you fool yourself into thinking otherwise.

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Me during the whole day: I want to do a total of 0 (zero) things

Me at night: I need to get my life together, I want to be fluent in 3 languages, practice different art styles, learn about the modern civilization and economy and politics and watch a bunch of movies and write and read a couple of books and do e v e r y t h i n g.

atjeonjungkook

#me too Chris #me too

::wheeze::

Mr. Boycloaks himself, Sir Fitzroy Maplecourt, Knight (in absentia) to the Realm of Goodcastle

(Aka an excuse to draw Fitzroy and snippers taking a cheesy 80s glamor shot :P)

tobirma

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

Six (ish) Sentence Sunday

A little peek at a fic from a prompt for “roommates” for Drake and Louisa...

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When Drake sublet a room in NYC sight unseen, he knew he was taking a risk but generally he’s an easygoing guy and he takes most things pretty well. He didn’t flinch when “old world charm” had translated to 6th floor walkup without a functioning elevator. He hadn’t freaked out when “cozy” had turned out to mean 400 square feet chopped into two compact bedrooms, a kitchenette, and a minuscule bathroom. He didn’t even mind that “close to transportation” had turned out to mean a train that rattled all the windows when it roared past.

But now, looking down at the woman who had just unlocked the door and entered the apartment, he felt like the floor had fallen out from under him and his mind was reeling with something like panic.

“I, uh, thought Tyler said his roommate was Lou?”

The woman’s brown eyes crinkled at the corners as a wide, gorgeous smile graced her full lips and she laughed. Suddenly, Drake felt breathless in a way that made his chest ache way more than all the freakin’ stairs.

“Louisa Tennant,” she offered him a hand. “My friends call me Lou and you must be my new roommmate.”

#mrswalkerwrites fanfiction #drake x louisa #drake walker x louisa tennant #six sentence sunday

justkindaoverhereobsessing

when you lose the plot halfway through your own WIP

moosekleenex

thisisartbylexie

Thank you to my fellow artists and writers.

nudesornaw

if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band

this actually made me cry with joy also one of them is eating noodles

readsquirrel

It just keeps going and getting better. *^^*

involuntaryorange

Me two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”

Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)

son-of-a-tenth-place

CAT PARADE IS BACK

senoritafish

Yay!

(And not only are there two playing two recorders at a time, one has a party blower [what the hell do you actually call those things?!] instead. And one is juggling.)