#justneededtogetthisout

[bellaelaine]

Do you ever catch yourself in the middle of an action or behavior or get called out on it and you're immediately disgusted with yourself? Because at some point, you compromised and told yourself this is an okay thing to do. Then suddenly you get a swift personality check from someone around you and you're like wow, I need some work. I hate these moments because they're uncomfortable and weird but I'm thankful for the people who keep me in check.

[screamloudernow]

I'm not going to apologize or feel like I'm wrong for deciding to dedicate the rest of my life to someone. People do that everyday with people they love. I mean that's the point right, that you love them? So why does that mean I have to be dating, fucking, or whatever with someone to feel that way? What, I have to have some glorified title to want to be there for someone I truly care about? I'm done with all this shit, I am. This is my life and I'm choosing to live it how I see fit. All the years and all the times I listened to others beside my own heart. Not anymore, not when it comes to her, and never again.

[beatlesreminisce]

This has been the shittiest year of my life. I am not friends with my closest friend anymore, i've dealt with crippling anxiety and depression, and I had to watch my grandmother struggle with moving into my house. The last month has been better because I am dealing positively with my anxiety and depression and I have gotten closer to an old friend. I really hope that 2015 will be even better. There are so many things that I am looking forward to like graduation, my last high school band concert, and my first time as a college freshman. Also, if you are sad, don't give up, things do get better. Here's to 2015!!! 🎉🎊🎈🎉🎊🎈🎓🏫

[darkbluethunder]

I was 14 One of your eyes was blue and the other was brown You had a birthmark on your left arm And you used to make the bus wait for me So we could talk on the hour-long trip home. You also made me wait, for you You asked for photos that I never sent And looked at me like I might be some kind of answer We dated for a month and stopped talking I went away for a weekend You ended it And moved overseas for two months. I cried in the car all the way home, Graffiti-ed your name onto the back of a bus seat And moved on. Since you’ve got back you only text me when you’re drunk Saying you miss me. It’s been six years. I was fifteen and your arm around me felt like the safest place on earth Your eyes were blue and you had freckles on your shoulders And on your face And on your back. I didn’t find those for four months. The fireworks in the sky were nothing compared to the explosions in my body when you asked me to be yours I threw up out the car window on the way home. I was sixteen when I first slept with you. On your lounge-room floor Midnight, to the light of your Playstation’s on button. We would sneak home from school and have sex on your bed I always found it easier to sleep in your room than my own. Finding you calmed me down and made me sure of myself You looked at me like you were something I should love. We traveled away together three years later And five months in, you ended us That was when I realised You were my crutch When I lost you I lost my mind It took six months of you telling me I was nothing while you fucked me Ten hours drive time between us One month of you dating my best friend And a year of counselling Before I could look at your face without wanting to touch it. One month before I turned twenty I arrived home to college at the same time as you. We’d never spoken. We were drunk. We walked past your door and you invited me in. You’re six foot ten. I tried on your jumper and shoes And balanced on your skateboard. You pulled me over and said ‘take it off’ Your eyes are blue. You have scars on your back from growing too quickly. My fingers catch on them when I touch you. For four months you dealt with panic attacks and tears and wanting something I wanted to give you but my body wouldn’t let me. This year, when I moved on, I kissed you on your beautiful face and didn’t cry, And we made love without me breaking down And you kissed me on my forehead and told me I was beautiful and that you were glad you waited for me. I love lying in bed watching you Get distracted, turn around and come over to hold my hand I hate that we can't say how we feel I’m leaving overseas for six months And for those three months we have left I'll hardly see you And even though it makes sense to end things, I don’t want my time with you to stop. Your arms wrap entirely around me when we sleep And you look at me like I’m a mystery Like I’m maybe, possibly, something worth loving.

[inkynova]

Family

Can we please take a moment to talk about something that is really important, especially in the TMNT fandom? I know I don't know every bit of turtle trivia out there, but I do think I have a pretty good pool of knowledge in which to draw from. So that being said, can we all just step back, think about, and most importantly, appreciate what exactly the role of family means to the TMNT? We can focus on Splinter. Either rat or human origin, in a grand majority of his incarnations, he took in and raised the turtles as his sons out of nothing more than the love he had for them. I would safely bet that just about any modern fan of the turtles would agree that Splinter's love for his children, as well as their love for one another, is a huge element in what makes the turtles and their story so timeless and successful. Splinter did not care that the turtles were not rats like him or once formerly human. He didn't know how they might possibly mutate in the future. There were four of them, and that's a lot for any single parent to raise alone. But he didn't just take one or two. He opened his arms and his heart and adopted all four of them. Splinter adopted the turtles. There is only one version of the turtles, the IDW comics, in which Splinter has a direct blood relationship with the turtles, and even then, through their reincarnation, they no longer share this same blood. But it does not matter. I repeat. Blood. Relationships. Do. Not. Matter. I don't know why this is something that needs to even be stated, and yet I'm finding more and more within the fandom how much this point really needs to be thought about properly. Mostly, however, I find this applies more to the turtles themselves, rather that Splinter's role for them as their father. Often, fans are easily able to accept Splinter's position as a father to the turtles, despite the fact that they aren't even of the same species. And yet, I often see quite a lot a of rustled feathers when the idea that there is a possibility that the turtles might not be biologically related either. It's fine if you wish to adhere to canon, since in only one version of the turtles (Next Mutation) is it ever outright stated that the turtles are not biologically related. It's fine if it's just makes sense to you logically that they would have all come from the same clutch. I can pretty much understand why someone would prefer the brothers being blood related for just about any reason....except this: "I want them to be REAL brothers!" Um. Excuse me? Where was it suddenly made law that siblings are only real siblings if they came from the same two parents? Or even share only one parent? How is everything the turtles have faced together- how they grew up together, trained together, fought for one another and would give up their lives for each other without a second thought...how is all of that no longer important or enough to bond them together as a real family? Don't get me wrong. Traditional families are beautiful. But you know what's also beautiful? Families with adopted children. Families with step-children and step-parents. Families with same-sex parents. Families with only one parent. Families with more than two parents. Families with no parents. Families that are broken. Families with no children.  Families with children from donors. Families with foster children. Families that are huge. Families that are small. Families that didn't grow up together. Families that live far apart. Families that don't share the same last name. Families that are built out of love. FAMILIES. Families are beautiful. And that's all that fucking matters.