"I've lived a thousand lives."

Cosplay | Books | Chipotle are the things that I am into. Oh and you I guess.

[omnipotentbibliophile]

Fire Nation 'bout to drop the hottest mixtape. Its gonna be 🔥LIT🔥

[omnipotentbibliophile]

Lately, I've been a little lost on what is "important". But it's simple really. Help me out here. Read the following sentences and tell me what the first thing you thought of was.

I love ____. I love ____ because ____ is a part of me, an extension of my self. When people think of me, they think of _____. I put my heart and my soul into ____. Through ____, I have made a difference in the world, if not just to add something to it. Even when I'm gone, people will always remember ____. I am the person I am now because of ____.

I had a couple things I could think of but, just for example, I'll tell you one of them. "My friends". But I'm sure not all of you had the same answer. Maybe you had dancing, or singing, or anime, or significant other, or a group you're in, or your dog, whatever, I don't know.

Basically, we all have different things that are important to us, but we love them for the same reason. It doesn't matter how big it is or how small it is or how "useful" it is. It doesn't matter how important it is to someone else because if it's something that makes you feel this way, if it's important to you? It's important, period.

[omnipotentbibliophile]

[omnipotentbibliophile]

Good morning.

[blossomfully]

I’m too sensitive about everything. I want to be the kind of person that can laugh things off and not be bothered. I want to stop thinking about things that aren’t logically important, or get hurt by people who don’t matter. I want to stop seeing the world in black and white, where one day things are wonderful and the next it’s just darkness and darkness and never ending night. I want to stop being a hypocrite about things, like telling people to eat and skipping dinner myself or telling people to sleep but not going to bed before 3. Actually I want to be efficient, to stop wasting my time. I’m so fucking scared that I’m going to spend my youth being mediocre and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. I’m mad that so many things scare me. I’m mad for saying things I don’t mean then to needing to explain myself, and spending so much time apologising. I know they say when you’re young it’s impossible to have everything figured out but honestly right now it feels like everyone around me has something to hold on to and I’m just slipping away. I don’t have everything figured out. I don’t even know what I have.

(via blossomfully)

[nicethingsinuglyhandwriting]

All she needed was the certainty of his love, and his reassurance that there was no hurry when a lifetime lay ahead of them // Ian McEwan.

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[nicethingsinuglyhandwriting]

Things couldn’t stay the same forever // Jenny Han.

[omnipotentbibliophile]

I want to know about love. Even if its short, even if it hurts, I want the kind of love that will take my heart for a spin. Even if I'm the only one falling, even if the ground is the only thing waiting for me at the bottom, I want to experience the curve of my lips and the patter of my heart that won't be still when I hear your name. But love is hard to come by, so I'll settle for a bed and a good book if you know any.

o.b.

[omnipotentbibliophile]

I got the chance to collab with some of my favorite Instagram cosplayers. It got a lot of positive reactions on there so I decided to share it here.

No matter your height,

No matter your weight,

No matter your race,

No matter your gender,

No matter your age,

No matter your skill level,

You can cosplay whoever you want and look amazing doing it.

In the end, we all love fiction, we all love characters, and we are all dorks in costumes.

End cosplay hate. Spread cosplay positivity.

*No I did not making up the saying. If you’ve seen the original picture/drawing, I love the idea and I think it’s amazing.

**I have to say this now because this has been an issue on other social media. A lot of people have said things like “All of these cosplayers are amazing though” or “Its not convincing when you have a bunch of skinny people”. I chose the people that I did because they are some of my favorite and I’ll REMIND everyone that these are not beginner cosplayers. They have worked for a LONG time to get where they are and they’ve honed their skills. People complain about the lack of diversity in this image but unless you know them personally, your assumptions are only based off what you see. Some of us have struggled with weight, or height, or gender. Just because someone seems fine now, you don’t know what they did to get there or what they may be dealing with when you are not looking. These cosplayers are amazing and skilled now because they were able to get past their “problems” and embrace their “flaws”. They are also kind people who shared my outlook and agreed to help me spread this message. I was not going to choose people who so obviously have an issue with weight or skill level or race. Yeah I suppose the message would have made more of an impact but I don’t know many people who have made peace with their issues yet. Which is WHY I wanted them to know THIS. Thank you.

[blossomfully]

“Come over,” she says “and we can kiss a lot and play stupid games. You can do that thing where you bite my neck and I’ll grab your crotch and catch your eye and I’ll laugh. Let me run my hands through your hair like it’s the North Atlantic Ocean and we can forget.” “Come over,” she says, “we can pretend like it never ended. I’m good at pretending goodbyes never happened.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #130 // It’s all so stupid now but I couldn’t care less (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

“Do you ever wish I was more like her?” I asked, in a moment of uncharacteristic bravery. You looked hazed and blinked several times before meeting my gaze. “No. Of course not.” But you were never a good liar and the bewildered expression you wore told me all I needed to know. “You do.” I challenged. “Why would you ask such a thing?” You retorted. “Because,” I hesitated, “because I need to know if you’ll ever accept me for who and what I am. I need to trust you; I need to trust that you don’t compare me to her every time your fingers are locked with mine and our breaths are mixed.” You lowered your eyes to the floor. “I love you. I do.” You said. But it sounded to me like you were trying to reassure yourself. And sure enough, two months later when she waltzed back into your life and begged you to come back, you sprinted to her side; and barely gave me a second glance.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #5 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

The problem is,” he said as he leaned in, “if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #10 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

“You’ve got something on your nose,” he grinned. She rubbed her face self consciously. “Gone?” “No, not quite.” He smirked. “Here, let me.” She froze as he placed his broad hands on her shoulders and bent down so their faces were inches apart. Using just his index finger he tapped her chin so she was forced to make eye contact. Her breath caught and she blinked rapidly. “Hold still.” He told her with a seriousness that sent shivers down her spine. He flicked something from the tip of her nose and leant back, looking satisfied. She opened her mouth to say ‘thanks’, but he grabbed her waist before the words could come out, pressing his lips to hers. She made a muffled sound of surprise and he grinned. “I was lying. Your nose is perfect, but your lips looked awfully lonely and it seemed such an easily fixable problem I couldn’t help myself.” She flushed. “I hope you didn’t mind too much.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #13 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

Darling you don’t sound like you’re in love with him, you sound like you’re desperately trying to hold onto pieces of affection that are firing splinters into your heart. When your eyes are red from a night’s crying but you smile when strangers ask if you feel okay, darling that is not love. When he shouts at you and you scream back but your cries are never as loud as his words, saying your dreams are invalid and your thoughts insane, darling that is not love. When he expects you to give up your life to make him happy, to commit yourself to something you never wanted, please stop telling yourself it is love. This is not love. Love is not a chore that you need to make excuses for, that you need to say “maybe he hits me, but I know it’s out of love” or “perhaps he calls me stupid, but he makes me feel beautiful”. Stop making excuses. This is not love.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #38 (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

“The friend zone does not exist,” she informed him. “If she was meant to love you, she will, and that love cannot be extinguished by the simple notion of ‘remaining friends’.” He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to tell her that she did not understand. “No,” she stopped him, “no, what you are talking about is unrequited love. And that, on the other hand, is very real; very real and quite simply, awful.”

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #41  (via blossomfully)

[blossomfully]

I am watching her fall in love with him,“ she said, “and there is nothing I can do. I am watching them fall in love with each other, and people keep asking if I’m okay.” “All I can think is how hopeless everything is. I want to scream, this isn’t fair, this isn’t fair. I want to tell someone that I loved him first.”

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #188 (via blossomfully)