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aloeplantt:does anyone else have those moments where they just fall in love with being alive? like,...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 12:29:09 -0400

does anyone else have those moments where they just fall in love with being alive? like, maybe you’re in art class with soft music and you realize that this peaceful feeling is a part of life that you love and you want to just keep forever, and there are so many other parts of life too that are so wonderful and maybe existing isnt so bad after all

writing-prompt-s: clearnutartisan: hypdom: mindlevelzero: mr-prism: bannableoffense: imjustbei...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:52:54 -0400

writing-prompt-s:

clearnutartisan:

hypdom:

mindlevelzero:

mr-prism:

bannableoffense:

imjustbeingfriendly:

whyisthisfrenchguymasturbating:

sarahakele:

inkskinned:

writing-prompt-s:

Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.

it’s my fault. it’s just that when we met it was autumn; her red-orange hair and crackling laughter. there’s a little spooky in her, a lot of play. and what a better time for falling?

i didn’t realize it for the first few years - something shifting, something so subtle. the winter makes us all cold, the summer makes us all a little out of our minds. i just loved her, because she was incredible, and i was the luckiest person alive.

it’s just that i realized that spring came with sudden bursts of cold. it’s just that summer frequently raged in with fire sprouting from her lips. it’s just that winter was the worst of all, her eyes dead. it’s just that autumn loves me different; throws herself into it without the clingy sweat of summer. i used to love that summer girl, you know? i loved how wild she was, the way in summer she took every risk she could. but i carried her home drunk one too many times, cleaned up one too many of the messes she made for no reason than to enjoy the sensation of burning. and winter was worse; the shutdown, the isolation. how she became distant, a blizzard, caught up in her own head, unable to tell me what was wrong and unable to think i actually wanted to listen.

she comes home, her hair bleached white. a dark smile on her lips. the shadowy parts of her are back. they loom like icicles overhead. she kisses me with her body held at a distance, a peck on my cheek that feels like an iceberg. she makes polite conversation and we go to bed early, our bodies untouching.

it is a lonely season, i think on the ninth day of this. winter is cold. winter is known for the death of things. when i look at her, i see the girl i fell for, inhabited by an alien. she was the first women i loved so much i felt it would kill me. i can’t leave. when i wake her up with my crying, she tells me to shush and go back to sleep. she’s different like this, quiet, doesn’t eat.

three days later i stare at myself in the mirror. i wonder if it’s me. if the fat on my body or something in my face or the wrinkles and she doesn’t love me. i try prettier lingerie, lean cuisine, i try different hair, more makeup, try harder. it doesn’t work. she looks at me the same; that empty gaze that neither loves nor condemns my actions.

somewhere in februrary i lose it. we’re fighting again, from car to restaurant to car to home again. we fight about stupid things, small things; i tell her i feel she doesn’t love me, she says i’m not listening. the circle goes around and around, old pain peeling back, new pain unhealing. i sleep on the couch.

i wake up when i hear her crying, white hair around her all messed up. the kind of sobbing that only comes at two in the morning, heavy and thick and hurting. my winter girl. my heart is breaking. she looks up at me like i’m her anchor. “i’m sorry i’m like this,” she says. and i start saying, it’s okay i’m here we’re married, but she just shakes her head and says, “I know this isn’t the real me.”

i hold her cold hand. she stares at the blankets. “i am different in winter,” she whispers, “i know i am and i’m sorry.” she looks at me. “why do you think i dye my hair? cut it off? get rid of the old me?”

i tell her it’s okay. we’re together and it’s okay, and then she whispers, “i’m sorry you married four of me.”

we lay there like that, her head on my chest. she falls asleep. i stare at the ceiling, thinking of the way she sounded when she was crying. how i helped put her in that pain. how i promised in sickness and in health and everything in between.

the next day i spend at the library. there aren’t enough books on how to love someone with seasonal affective disorder so i make my own, notes and pages and little ideas on post-its. and i take a deep breath and make myself a promise.

she comes home to her favorite dinner and we kiss and she’s uneasy but that’s okay. the next day i bring home flowers and the next day she finds little love notes in her pockets. i love her quiet, the way winter demands, understand her sex drive is faltering; spend more time just cuddling. we drink wine and we kiss and some part of her starts relaxing.

the truth is there is no loving someone out of their mental illness. the truth is that you can love someone in despite of it; love them loud enough to give them an excuse to believe they can make their way out of it.

and i learn. i remember the rebirth of spring, when she starts thawing. we kiss and have picnics in pretty dresses. i remember her joy at little birds and her rain dancing. i fall in love with the flowers in her cheeks and the little bursts of cleaning. i fall in love with summer’s slow walks and milkshakes and shouting to music playing too loud on the speakers. i fall in love with her dancing, with the sunfire energy. and when winter comes; i am ready. i remember that snow used to look pretty. i fall in love with the hearth of her, with the holiday, with the slow smile that spreads across her face so shyly. i fall in love with how she looks in boots and mittens and every day i find another reason to love her the way she deserves - they way i always should have.

she comes home with her white hair and dark smile and a package in her hands. i ask to see what it is and that small shy grin comes creeping out. it’s a sunlamp packed in with medication. she looks at me with those wide eyes and that beautiful winter blush. “i’m trying to get better,” she whispers, “i promise.”

recovery doesn’t look immediate. sometimes it isn’t neat. i can’t say we never fight or that we’re suddenly complete. but each day, that tiny girl’s strength gives me another reason. i love her. i love her while she tames the roller coaster of spring; i love her for reigning in the summer storms; i love her for taking her winter and trying to be warm. it is hard, because everything worth it is hard. she spreads out her autumn leaves; mixes the best parts of her into everything. learns to take winter’s silence for a moment before yelling in summer. learns to take autumn’s spice and give it to spring. we are both learning.

one day she comes home and her hair is different, but it’s a style i don’t know. i kiss it and tell her that she’s beautiful and the inside of me swells like a flood. i’m so glad that she’s mine. every part of her. the whole. i am the luckiest person on earth. and i always have been. but she’s hugging me and saying, “thank you for helping me,” and i can’t explain why i’m crying.

this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.

this is what love looks like in an autumn girl: it is winter and she glows.

I’m actually sobbing jesus christ

my heart is aching??? this is gorgeous

Wow. Worth the read, don’t scroll.

This is everything.

Everything about how to love.

I was not prepared

Nor was I.

“this is what love is; not always an emotion but rather your actions. the choices we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. this is what love is: letting them grow, helping them find their way in out of the cold. this is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows.”

Honestly, if you scrolled… Go back up and read it.

I’ve read this again and again, and it just wrecks me every time.

This is beyond beautiful. Thanks for doing this prompt @inkskinned

burningarbiterheart: freekicks: loki as brooklyn 99′s gina...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:47:15 -0400

burningarbiterheart:

freekicks:

loki as brooklyn 99′s gina linetti…

bonus:

(shoutout to @eralkfang and @reserve for the idea!)

I CANT BREATHE

mexicanheaux: juri-han: mexicanheaux: mexicanheaux: Sometimes u just gotta make yourself a...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:46:52 -0400

mexicanheaux:

juri-han:

mexicanheaux:

mexicanheaux:

Sometimes u just gotta make yourself a quesadilla and move the fuck on

The worst part about this post??? People saying “with cheese!” Bitch cheese is literally in the word if it had no cheese it would be a dilla

in some places a quesadilla doesnt include cheese

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Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:44:46 -0400

bundibird: sleepy-ocean-girl: sabrecmc: Chris turning red and...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:42:28 -0400

bundibird:

sleepy-ocean-girl:

sabrecmc:

Chris turning red and thinking bad thoughts, lol. Me, too, buddy.

Well that’s one hell of a face journey

My fav part is that you’ve got Evans going on this face journey of delighted gutter thoughts, and then there’s Hemsworth, just nomming away nonchalantly like he hasn’t just made his buddy plunge suddenly and unexpectedly into nsfw mental image land

bruce-wayne: You were told by this man that America is the...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:41:49 -0400

bruce-wayne:

You were told by this man that America is the greatest country in the world! He went on about how precious America was how you needed to make sure it remained great! And he told you anything was justified to preserve that great treasure, that pearl of great price that is America! Well, I say America is nothing! Without its ideals its commitment to the freedom of all, America is a piece of trash! A nation is nothing! A flag is a piece of cloth! I fought Adolf Hitler not because America was great, but because it was fragile! I knew that liberty could be snuffed out here as it was in Nazi Germany! — Steve Rogers, What If Captain America Were Revived Today?

nudityandnerdery: slyspeaker: nudityandnerdery: Since last year, I’ve seen this headline around a...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:38:55 -0400

nudityandnerdery:

slyspeaker:

nudityandnerdery:

Since last year, I’ve seen this headline around a lot as a description of our current political divide:

But it wasn’t until today that I found out there was a response article to it:

Seriously, this shit would be cartoonish and unbelievable in fiction, and yet someone actually wrote it.

Isn’t there a word about being compelled to do something against your will? Call me silly but I was under the impression that this is, you know, generally a bad thing.

I’m sorry that “saying you should care about people and not be a selfish asshole” is such an oppressive and awful thing to hear. Life must be a real struggle for you, having been attacked by things like Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street as a child.

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Wed, 27 Jun 2018 11:31:38 -0400

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Wed, 27 Jun 2018 10:34:07 -0400

unforgettable-madness: friend: are you okay?me: trying out coffins why do you ask?

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 09:36:09 -0400

unforgettable-madness:

friend: are you okay?
me: *trying out coffins* why do you ask?

yoho-orwhatever: pajamaslam: chicagobysufjanstevens: i love how you guys talk shit about cartoon...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 08:38:51 -0400

yoho-orwhatever:

pajamaslam:

chicagobysufjanstevens:

i love how you guys talk shit about cartoon style and animation but what the fuck is with this phineas and ferb obsession, The Ugliest Childrens Show Ever Animated.

Fun fact: In one interview the creators mentioned that one reason everyone’s heads are shaped like really recognizable shapes (Candace is the letter p, Phineas is obviously just a triangle) is so its way easier for younger kids to draw them. Not being able to to draw your favorite characters when you’re little can be really frustrating and kind of put you off drawing all together.

corgisandboobs: “What’s the password?”“Is it… is it...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 07:41:06 -0400

corgisandboobs:

“What’s the password?”
“Is it… is it ‘dog’?”
*muffled meeting behind door*
“You may enter.”

biphobicerasurer: marvelgifs: Thor (2011) // Deleted Scene WHY...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 06:43:30 -0400

biphobicerasurer:

marvelgifs:

Thor (2011) // Deleted Scene

WHY DID THEY DELETE THIS

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Wed, 27 Jun 2018 04:48:16 -0400

ffractaa: computervsworld: as we all know, the best vines are...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 03:50:45 -0400

ffractaa:

computervsworld:

as we all know, the best vines are the ones with dogs. here’s a bunch of doggy vines!!!!!!

This made me v happy

davidbyrne: i love laughing about the friend zone because it’s so dumb like you know most of those...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 02:53:14 -0400

davidbyrne:

i love laughing about the friend zone because it’s so dumb like you know most of those dudes aren’t even IN the “friend zone” they’re in the “ugh god not this dude again” zone

lubricates:me: i wish someone liked mesomeone: [likes me]me: i must fake my death and lie low for...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 01:55:45 -0400

lubricates:

me: i wish someone liked me
someone: [likes me]
me: i must fake my death and lie low for ten years

lesserjoke: The one on the right looks so upset about this...

Wed, 27 Jun 2018 00:57:44 -0400

lesserjoke:

The one on the right looks so upset about this development.

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aloeplantt:does anyone else have those moments where they just fall in love with being alive? like,...

writing-prompt-s: clearnutartisan: hypdom: mindlevelzero: mr-prism: bannableoffense: imjustbei...

burningarbiterheart: freekicks: loki as brooklyn 99′s gina...

mexicanheaux: juri-han: mexicanheaux: mexicanheaux: Sometimes u just gotta make yourself a...

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bundibird: sleepy-ocean-girl: sabrecmc: Chris turning red and...

bruce-wayne: You were told by this man that America is the...

nudityandnerdery: slyspeaker: nudityandnerdery: Since last year, I’ve seen this headline around a...

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unforgettable-madness: friend: are you okay?me: *trying out coffins* why do you ask?

yoho-orwhatever: pajamaslam: chicagobysufjanstevens: i love how you guys talk shit about cartoon...

i love how you guys talk shit about cartoon style and animation but what the fuck is with this phineas and ferb obsession, The Ugliest Childrens Show Ever Animated.

corgisandboobs: “What’s the password?”“Is it… is it...

biphobicerasurer: marvelgifs: Thor (2011) // Deleted Scene WHY...

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ffractaa: computervsworld: as we all know, the best vines are...

davidbyrne: i love laughing about the friend zone because it’s so dumb like you know most of those...

lubricates:me: i wish someone liked mesomeone: [likes me]me: i must fake my death and lie low for...

lesserjoke: The one on the right looks so upset about this...

unforgettable-madness: friend: are you okay?me: trying out coffins why do you ask?