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i’m a simple girl i see a man with big arms and a kind heart and i get a little stupid

We can't change people. But we can love them in a way that helps them grow. And sometimes that means letting go.

that wave of sadness creeping up on you out of nowhere is always such a weird feeling. like you can practically feel it resting itself on your shoulders

In another universe, I wouldn’t have to worry if I did enough to deserve someone’s love.

Will I ever meet someone who doesn’t make me feel like I’m hard to love?

In another universe, my mom and dad never meet. In another universe, my mother gets to fulfil all the dreams she saw as a bright and hopeful little girl. In another universe, my father is treated kindly in his childhood, and he doesn’t feel the need to take out his resentment on others. In another universe, they both live the lives they wanted, separately. In another universe, they’re happy. In another universe, I don’t have to suffer because of their misery.

Alex Dimitrov, from "Love“

Andrea Gibson

There is still hope. Say it out loud. Palestine will be free. The Palestinian people will celebrate their culture and heritage with each other. We will love and be loved. Do not fall into the trap of despair.

Midnights is a wild ride of an album and I couldn’t be happier that my co pilot on this adventure was Jack Antonoff. He’s my friend for life (presumptuous I know but I stand by it) and we’ve been making music together for nearly a decade HOWEVER… this is our first album we’ve done with just the two of us as main collaborators. We’d been toying with ideas and had written a few things we loved, but Midnights actually really coalesced and flowed out of us when our partners (both actors) did a film together in Panama. Jack and I found ourselves back in New York, alone, recording every night, staying up late and exploring old memories and midnights past. We were so lucky to also work with our brilliant collaborators Sam Dew, Sounwave, Lana Del Rey, Jahaan Sweet, Keanu Beats, William Bowery, and Zoe Kravitz. Laura Sisk was our excellent engineer. The wonderful and wise Beth Garrabrant took the album photographs. Midnights is a collage of intensity, highs and lows and ebbs and flows. Life can be dark, starry, cloudy, terrifying, electrifying, hot, cold, romantic or lonely. Just like Midnights. Which is out now  

https://taylor.lnk.to/taylorswiftmidnights

when patroclus said “i will never leave him. it will be this, always, for as long as he will let me” and when sam gamgee said “don’t go where i can’t follow” and when bucky barnes said “i’m with you till the end of the line” and kaz brekker said “i would have come for you. and if i couldn’t walk i’d crawl to you” and orpheus said “wherever she is that’s where I’ll go” and castiel said “i’ll go with you” 

The Downfall of Devotion

your bare minimum isn’t actually that bare or minimum. my dad once told me that there’s nothing in this world that’s easy and that’s true tbh. everything we do takes energy, time, and effort. even the little things. if you feel like you’re not doing enough please try to think about your circumstances and what’s currently available to you: chances are, there’s something that’s diverting or otherwise draining you. and to pull away from that and get something done regardless? well, i think that’s really admirable! please try to take pride in the things you do accomplish in a day, no matter how small or trifling you perceive them to be. you can’t be proud of your growth if you don’t notice where you already are!

actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:

thank you.

sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.

eid mubarak to all my muslim brothers & sisters around the world. wishing you a peaceful and joyous holiday connecting with friends and family. may Allah accept all of our duas & efforts during Ramadhan. 🤍

his new older sibling

˗ˏˋ SWEET THINGS YUUTA DOES ´ˎ˗

♡ — tags/warnings: gn + no pronouns, lots of fluff

♡ — a/n: i've been wanting to write about my favourite boy for so long! <3

♡ — masterlist

— Yuuta adores when you play with his hair. Comb it, push it all back, part it in the middle, change the part to the side, he doesn't really care. His eyes are closed while you mess around with him, completely entranced and filled to the brim with pure bliss. He loves the tingles he gets when you run your fingers across his scalp-- he just loves being touched by you. And honestly, that was the main reason he decided to grow out his hair. The more he had, the more you could play with it.

— He's very good at calming other people down, especially if it comes to you. Whenever you get into a fight and he sees you start to get agitated, he takes your hands in his. His grasp is firm yet tender as his only purpose is to ground you. He asks you to look at him because every time you do all your anger and anxiousness considerably dwells down. Once your breathing is more even, you're able to explain to him what has made you so angry and Yuuta listens, never once dreaming of letting go of your hands. Both of you share your feelings and frustrations and soon it's easier to see what can each of you do to fix the problem. When you eventually pull him into a hug and he buries his face into your neck, you are reminded how much you love each other, and how much effort you're willing to make this relationship work.

— Yuuta has trouble sleeping. He always had, ever since he was a child. He's tried everything: from medication to herbal teas, but nothing seems to help. However, whenever you wake up in the middle of the night and notice he's still up, you offer to watch something together. Neither of you knows why but having your head on his chest while half-listening to a true-crime documentary always lulls him into sleep. If by any chance he's not feeling up to it, you'll still stay up, telling him about your day and any silly little story you may have. Yuuta rests his head on your chest and puts his arms around you, your voice softly guiding him into slumber as well.

— There's something really intimate in the way he says your name. It's a whisper in the mornings, throat still dry and fluttering eyelashes as if he's recognizing you before saying good morning. It's a sigh after any of you have had a long day and you're tightly enveloped in a hug, finding comfort in each other's warmth. It's a plea, a muttered prayer as he comes undone, his whole body shaking as pleasure overrides is senses. Never before has your name felt so good coming from anyone's lips, and it makes you feel as if he has given it a completely different meaning.

— No matter the season, Yuuta usually has very dry lips. That's why, ever since you gave him a clear chapstick, he carries it around and uses it every chance he gets. Thanks to this, his lips are incredibly soft and have a faint strawberry taste. You always hum when you taste it on your tongue, making Yuuta irrevocably blush every single time.

— Yuuta's love language is Quality Time. On one side, he wants to make sure you know he's always there in case you need him. On the other, he just really loves spending time with you. Even if you're not doing anything special, he enjoys sharing the same space, being able to look at you and softly smile before going back to whatever he's doing. He likes that you don't need anything planned to enjoy a day, because as long as you're together, you already have everything you need.

— One small habit he has that you find adorable is that he keeps trinkets of your dates together. He has the movie tickets from your very first date, the spare chopsticks from the take out order you shared the first night you stayed over and the photos you got from a photo booth during your first year anniversary. He keeps them all in a small box and whenever you're not around, he enjoys going through them and revisiting fond memories.

— Yuuta loves wearing your clothes. He especially likes your hoodies and sweatpants because he can fit in them easily. He's also worn one of your oversized t-shirts to go to the grocery store, which made you smile like a fool during the entire day. And if he comes home late and finds you sleeping on the couch in one of his sweatshirts? He's done. He's about to fall to one knee and propose right this instant. However, he chooses to gently wake you up and help you to the bed so you're more comfortable.

— Talking about clothes, he still gets very very VERY flustered when you walk around your shared apartment in little clothing. Sometimes you sleep with only one of his t-shirts and some panties and he can't help but squirm in his seat as he watches you walk to the kitchen. And when you come out of the shower with a tiny towel around your body? He's about to combust. Doesn't matter how many times he's seen you naked already, it always catches him off guard and paints his cheeks a deep rose.

— When you have to go away for more than a few days, he secretly sprays some of your perfume or body mist over the sheets and pillows. Even if it's not quite as good as having you next to him, it helps. Especially when you call him around his bedtime and talk until he falls asleep, soothed by your voice and your smell on the bed. The last thought that crosses his mind before he falls asleep is how lucky he is that he gets to share his life with the person he loves the most in the world.

[today’s photos dump] the jjk 0 movie is soooo good!! <3

loving ran feat. ran haitani

warnings. angst, cheating, toxic relationship, manipulating and gaslighting, swearing included !!

a/n. this is short but i needed something posted so deal with it. also ignore mistakes bc im too lazy to proofread !!

loving ran is easy. it was so easy, it was nearly a routine for you. it came as natural as waking up, as simple as breathing, but loving ran was also suffocating. when he would come home at hellish hours, having an excuse like 'mikey needed some extra help, sorry baby.' or the way you could only ever keep his attention when you had shorts and a tank top on.

especially when other girls had the nerve to flirtatiously wave as they passed by, specifically when he'd wave back. and it eventually came to a point where he didn't even bother making up excuses when showing up at three am because it was 'none of your business' as he'd say.

not even the shortest shorts and the thinnest tank tops could get him to look your way. at this point you assumed the waves from other girls weren't the only interactions he'd get with them. loving ran was so easy that you could look past it all. he'd change wouldn't he?

"fuck y/n, you're pissin' me off. i told you i didn't do shit with them, you're making stuff up at this point." your boyfriend didn't even bother looking up from his phone when speaking to you, fingers mindlessly swiping through instagram, double tapping every so often on photos that piqued his interest . "wha- ran. i watched you stare at her! how are you gonna sit here and tell me you didn't?" you grit your teeth, face heating up in frustration. speaking to ran was like speaking to a damn rock. it's like everything you said went through one ear and out the other.

there was a time where communicating with your lover was effortless, a time where he'd hold your hand and listen, taking every worry and issue you had into consideration — a time when ran cared, but that seemed so long ago.

"whatever, you're fucking insane and i'm done talking. either stay mad or come sit with me, i missed you darling." for the first time, ran met your gaze, a small pout and dull eyes that made you wanna cry because you know he didn't mean it.

tears of frustration welled up in your eyes, a shaky breath leaving your wobbly lips as you took sad, short steps to the leather couch occupied by your boyfriend. ran knows what he's doing, aware he's breaking you piece by piece, dismembering your soul with precise incisions.

he often compares you to a marionette and him the puppeteer. strings pulled from your heart only to wrap around his fingers, offering complete control over you and over your heart. and you'll dance, you'll dance until he decides the show is over and his heart is content.

ran takes you into his arms, your trembling hands grasping the back of his t-shirt with desperation, like any second he'll slip out of your hold like sand. "why are you doing this?" your voice is almost inaudible. had your mouth not been next to his ear, he wouldn't have heard.

"doing what, my love?" he feigns innocence all too easily and it makes you cry harder because you know the strings around his skilled fingers are tightening. "if you don't love me, let me go. let me move on." his hold on you is tighter. "i love you, y/n."

loving ran is easy when he tells you he loves you too, but loving ran can be hard when you know he doesn't mean it. loving ran gets harder when you see the messages of him repeating the same phrase to his ex.

loving ran is ruining you, leaving scars and stains of betrayal on your heart, kinda like the stains on his collar. red lipstick you had to wash out the following night right before crying because he said pink was prettier.

he knows you've seen the messages, the missed calls, the stains, everything, but said nothing and somehow that's worse then saying something. the stage lights get dimmer and he feels the strings get loser.

the next week he took you to the spot where he first kissed you, caressing your face and reminding you that of his love for you but the stars didn't shine in your eyes like they did two years ago, but the pale moonlight did reflect off of them and even that didn't reveal the adoration your eyes once held for him. ran was hopelessly attempting to gather the strings back in his hands, looping them around his fingers like they previously were but they only fell to the ground.

"ran." your voice, void of emotion, called out to him. he shakes his head, telling you no. no, don't leave him. no, y'all aren't done. no, he loves you. no, don't do this. "ran haitani." you call out to him once more.

the stage lights finally cut and the curtains start closing, he's on his knees scooping the strings into his palms, twisting them around his digits until they seem as if they might snap. "we're over."

loving ran was hard and leaving him was harder, but it wasn't impossible.

to all the strong, talented, and wonderful women in the world, happy women’s day. 🤍

*late* february dump.