A LOVE SO UNPURE: a mix for soft touches, sweet kisses, and the promise to always stay gentle like the morning; for finding strength in staying kind and fighting fear with the power of love; and for, ultimately, facing the truth that the hardest punch of betrayal only needs the lightest touch to hurt the most. [a kimberleigh fanmix]
i. girls like girls - hayley kiyoko // ii. first day of my life - bright eyes // iii. can’t help falling in love - haley reinhart (elvis presley cover) // iv. whispers - passenger // v. cold arms - mumford & sons // vi. say something - a great big world ft. christina aguilera // vii. all i want - kodaline // viii. red - tyler ward (taylor swift cover) // ix. fools - troye sivan // x. fake it - bastille // xi. strangers - halsey ft. lauren jauregui // xii. somebody else - the 1975 // xiii. too good - troye sivan // xiv. palace - hayley kiyoko // xv. talk me down - troye sivan // xvi. gravel to tempo - hayley kiyoko // xvii. hold my hand - the fray
Please take care
of yourself,
not because
no one else will,
but for the reason
that love should
start from deep
within—
that somewhere
inside you
it must begin.
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tagging: uhh i guess if any of y’all wanna do it @redklara @orangemdv @amarilloandres @rangerleigh @bluearlette
Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:
Insatiable, mournful yearning to replicate her past, to fill her heart with something else that fits the Power-Ranger-sized hole in it
Guilt and shame beyond belief because the good guys should never desire more than they have
Natural, selfless love for people that, sometimes, she doesn’t even know but wants to help, take care of, and protect
Unwavering optimism and belief in the idea that people are inherently good and worth saving, not just because it’s her duty
Instinctual, reckless desire to throw, have faith in, and commit herself headfirst into everything she does, especially in things that nobody else believes in (aka lost causes) because, once upon a time, Kim was chosen and she didn’t believe right away, so she’s not making that same mistake ever again
GREETINGS:
Excited, warm smile accompanied by a bounce in her step
Curious look with a studying once-over, crossed arms may appear as well
Small smile with a nod and no teeth
Adorable wave with an absolutely radiant smile
Smooth, formal introduction with a firm handshake and polite smile
COLORS:
Hot pink
Lavender purple
Off black
Chestnut brown
Olive green
SCENTS:
Strawberry shampoo/conditioner
Hawaiian Breeze air freshener
Vanilla perfume
“New car” car freshener
Leather (from her jackets)
CLOTHING:
Blazer, button-down shirt, sweater vest, slacks
Professional blouse, skirt
Sundress
Leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans
Tank top, shorts
OBJECTS:
Her original MMPR morpher
A black and pink compound bow
This necklace in Trini’s memory
Her purple soul crystal (later worn as a second necklace)
An acoustic guitar
VICES / BAD HABITS:
Bottling up her negative emotions
Self-increasing her prescription dosage
Trying to handle her problems alone (to not burden others)
Drinking and shaming herself when she fucks up
Taking Depression Naps to avoid her problems
BODY LANGUAGE:
Always fidgeting with her hands, either tapping, wringing them together, or messing with a fidget toy or her phone
Nervously tucking her hair behind her ear
Tilts her head in confusion
Shuffles her feet or sways in place
Clenches her jaw when she’s stopping herself from saying what’s on her mind
AESTHETICS:
Flowers in everything she does, floral print, a flower garden, bouquets of flowers, a flower in her hair and a warm smile on her lips
A half-empty bed and tossing and turning in the night, imagining and waiting for the space to be filled but it never does
Open spaces, fresh air, sunlight, birds chirping, and suddenly, there was never a time where happiness wasn’t possible
Hands holding hands, hands caressing a cheek and wiping tears away, unconditional love, and a promise to never abandon the people she loves
A morpher, a communicator, a bow, and a life that she sheds into the ocean for another
Kim never thought she’d die falling from a - no, not that word, that’d be blasphemous, considering - blank-damn church, but that was just apparently the way her life was going. With the stupid piece of rock that would cause her death clutched tightly in her hand, she falls barely a few dozen feet before a bright, white flash blacks out her vision. Her back hits solid ground, soft grass, but at the rate she’d been falling, it knocks the wind out of her. “Jesus Christ,” she groans, slowly opening her eyes.
The first thing she sees is dirt, and that definitely catches her attention. Pushing herself to a sitting position, Kim glances around, a painful ache creeping into her back and... pretty much all of her body. As far as she can tell, she’s in the woods. Which woods? No damn clue. But, at least she’s dressed to go outside. It feels somewhere in the low sixties, and Kim’s sure glad she thought of wearing a jacket.
Kim reaches in her pocket and pulls her phone out, pulling up Google Maps to see if maybe - maybe - she can figure out where the hell she is. An “Error - no connection detected” message glares back at her, accompanied by her phone having zero bars. “Well, that’s just great,” Kim mutters, shoving her phone back into her pocket.
Grumbling the entire time, she stumbles to her feet, noticing that her wisp had apparently teleported (it’d be the only explanation for how she was supposed to end up as pavement pancake but, well, currently wasn’t) with her. It lightly floats in the air, and Kim squints at it. The motion almost reminds her of a puppy, although she doesn’t remember the last time a puppy tried to outright kill her by throwing her off of a building. She scrunches her nose at the wisp, “I don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me how I got here, huh?” It doesn’t respond. Figures.
Sighing, Kim opens her fist and studies the crystal in her hand. It’s a deep violet in color, close to the shade of the wisp, but after squinting at it, she doesn’t see anything else out of the ordinary. If this is what she thinks it is, Kim would’ve figured that she’d have gotten some hallucination of a giant dinosaur by now, but since she hasn’t... Well, there’s no other normal explanation for any of this. She frowns and slips the crystal into her other pocket. Time to... do something. Explore would be the most logical answer.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Kim sighs to herself as she begins walking, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Hello? Is anybody there?” she calls out in her loudest voice possible, “Helloooo?” She drops her hands to her sides. “Sure, Kim, let all the serial killers where you are. Real smart. This is why you’re a teacher,” she grumbles under her breath.
ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.
humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt. Â
i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy.Â
i’ve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet.Â
it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someone’s dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you don’t have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more.Â
have a cookie.
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.Â
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