The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day
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The person I reblogged this from is super cute and deserves to have a nice day
this blog supports the idea of MULTIPLE THREADS with the same muse.
It’s okay to be happy; all those feelings of guilt and anger and sadness- they’ll still be there, don’t worry. The happiness just balances it out. Unless you’re open to that, you’re not going to heal.
Flaked, S1 E5 (via ravioliliz)
Notifications are way off... can’t even see them :(
There are two reasons why we don’t trust people. First - we don’t know them. Second - we know them.
Anonymous (via bonus)
hurt meme.
“ i got you. it’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”
“i feel like everyone’s miles away from me.”
“my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”
“i know this hurts, but you have to stay awake.”
“don’t close your eyes, please don’t close your eyes!”
“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.”
“please don’t do this, don’t act like you care.”
“you don’t care, nobody cares, just leave.”
“you’re my friend, of course i fucking care.”
“i can’t give up on you, so please don’t give up on yourself.”
“i love you so much, i forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“i fucked up, why do you not care?”
“i can’t walk, just go on without me.”
“you have broken ribs, take it easy.”
“i have no idea how to do cpr.”
“whose blood is that?”
“apply pressure to the wound, don’t let go.”
“don’t you dare fucking let go!”
“what the hell happened to you?”
“are they dead? did you kill them?”
“do you know what you’ve done?”
“you’re either with me or against me.”
“who the hell did this to you?”
“are you alright? you hit your head pretty hard…”
“i can’t see!! what’s happening to me?”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“what do you mean you’re fine? you are not fine!”
“i’m fine, it’s just a flesh wound, i’ll be okay.”
“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“
“there’s so much blood, you won’t last.”
“are you… throwing up in there?”
“why aren’t you eating?”
“just breathe… you’re okay, i promise, just breathe.”
“i can’t breathe, i can’t –”
“i woke up, & you were gone.”
“just tell me something, was it really worth it?”
“it’s okay to hurt & breakdown. you don’t have to be strong all the time.”
If you expect something in return for being a nice person, you aren’t a nice person.
Unknown (via deeplifequotes)
Michael had tried his hardest not to get anyone involved in his life. They didn’t need to suffer like he did, the continuous nightmares still plentiful. When she asked him random questions, that made him smile. “I don’t laugh often, but you made me smile last time you made comments about people in the coffee shop. I like mac and cheese on dark nights... and I can’t forget about the past, Poppy.” He answered the last in a soft tone, almost inaudible. “And I’m not anything special.”
Michael had not counted on the flashing lights and the multitude of voices coming closer as the young woman did. He really disliked it, turning his head away from what he thought was the crowd as the young woman started talking to him. “It’s okay, doesn’t matter.” He muttered softly as he hunched his shoulders a little, trying to get away from the lights.
Michael had come to the city of New York for the anonimity, and this was the total opposite. “I’m sorry for bumping into you... I just...” He pointed onward, wanting to get away as quick as possible.
this is a rebloggable for strictly para or multi-para rpers
Everyone knows that they are out there, but this is for people who would be open to *new* partners and willing to write outside of their fandoms, as well as open to a variety of FCs and enjoy the concept of AUs.
Don’t reblog it just because, but only if you are serious about finding new people to write with.
Tommy didn’t answer, but just nodded towards the young woman. He’d go with it, whatever she’d say. He would make his conclusions later, once he got to know her better. Because actrice or not, the petite young woman was interesting. He chuckled when she asked him if he wasn’t one of these crazy people. “I guess you never know for sure. But women are safe here in Hell’s Kitchen, miss, I can guarantee you that.”
That was true at least. Inside the house, the man was boss here in the neighbourhood and violence did occur, but on the street no harm would come to a woman. If not the West Side Boys, then King Benny made sure of that. As she finally granted him the adress, he looked further up the streets. “Only two blocks from here then.” He rolled his eyes and looked back. “Nobody here looks up from a scream or two. Best get going, miss.” He started walking, hands still tucked in his pockets.
My world is falling apart and I’m in such dire need of help. All I need is a friend. Nothing more than just a friend.
supercutiemarcus (via wnq-writers)
“You have to consider the possibility that God does not like you, never wanted you, in all probability he hates you. It’s not the worst thing that could happen.”
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher
Unexpected dinner with a friend so I came home just now… No replies will happen today, I’m sorry :(
Reason for the none replies last night, sorry!