The Real Key To Feeling Fulfilled In Life Is Mindfulness And Gratitude. Understand Your Blessings And

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i feel like the people who were really loud and attacking Taylor during all of 2016 and the #taylorswiftisoverparty are gonna be backtracking and belittling the situation sooo hard right now like “guys it was so long ago lets all move on” and “wow y’all still care about this? lol” and like? yeah, it’s important. it almost ended a hard-working woman’s career all because y’all used her for a scapegoat for your anger during the shitty year that was 2016 AND believed one of the most egotistical, brainwashed, manipulative men in the world, simply because you needed a reason to hate her that badly. 

because of that goddamn phone call, that we now have the full 25+ minute, unbiased, uncut, unmanipulated version of and can see/hear how rude and manipulative kanye was, telling her how hard he worked on the song and his wife loves the lyric and how important it is that he releases it, and how truly uncomfortable Taylor was, trying to make it better all while still trying to respect him and his career and still remain friends (ALL WHILE NEVER SAYING A FLAT OUT YES TO ANYTHING). She even corrected him saying “i made her famous” by saying “fearless sold 7 million before [the VMA interuption] so”, yet he still had y’all thinking he had approval?

this woman went into hiding for almost 3 years, questioned her whole life and career, was being told by the entire world she should just die (someone even made a mural to prove that y’all went that far), was called a snake by the public and was called some sexist, bullshit words (like controlling, witchy, etc.), everything she did was now seen through the bias lense of “oh well she’s playing the victim”, was told her feelings were invalid and manipulative and caused her great trauma and she actually said that this whole ordeal damaged her psyche… all because y’all were immature adults who lashed out on a woman no one even actually knows. 

fuck anyone who tweeted “#taylorswiftisoverparty”, anyone who said she was playing the victim, anyone who called her manipulative, a snake, a liar, whatever… y’all were wrong and just decided to be okay with a grown adult man saying taylor was a bitch and “they would still have sex” even though she was proven not comfortable with it (later to even portray her naked body through a wax figure unconsented to the whole world) …. simply because that’s what everyone else was doing. get back in your goddamn cages you fucking sheep. 

One of my greatest, most subtle dilemmas will always be the delicate balance between withholding forgiveness and offering it freely. When someone who once caused so much pain now shows signs of true remorse, expressed not just in words but in their every action, the question lingers: at what point do I extend that hand of forgiveness? Is forgiveness something always to be given, or is there a moment where I must put my self first and walk away?

I know that revenge is like a two headed snake that takes u down with it. I also know that forgiveness brings inner peace. But why is it so hard to come to terms with letting go of pent of resentment :/

After this episode I feel like Ruby

I’m just gonna leave this here

Will, upon Matthew’s arrival at the institute: Okay kid, if you’re going to be a part of this family, you have to be put on rotation for the Weekly Sacrifice

Matthew: The what?

James: Each week, one of us has to pretend to be sick so that he can call Brother Zachariah over.

Will: You’re the newcomer, so it’s your turn, and-

Matthew, having crawled into bed, shivering under blankets, wailing: CALL THE BROTHERS, I AM MOST VILELY ILL!!!

James: A common cold would suffice…

Matthew: I HAVE DROPSY! DEATH IS IMMINENT! AH, DEAR LOST YOUTH

Will: …Excessive. I like it.

“Disgraceful,” said Mrs Bridgestock. “I know your face. You are that Persian boy. Are you not ashamed to be running around corrupting nice young people? I suppose you are only following your father’s example, but considering what happened to him, you should really know better.”

Cordelia wished to rush to her brother’s defense, but she did not dare move.

Alastair bared his teeth at Mrs Bridgestock. “I should, shouldn’t I?” Cassandra Clare, The Last Hours snippet. 

shirbert fans on s1: anne and gilbert need to be friends before romance. We want slow burn.

Shirbert fans at s3:

Im literally crying

Asterin didn’t know a thing or two about death.

She heard murmurs about meeting the gods - she don’t believe in them, however, so she’s crossing that one off. In a few reverent whispers, she heard darkness and nothingness; death is an ocean of oblivion and it swallows you whole and deep. She thinks that one was more plausible so as light bursted through her veins, Asterin smiled one last time at Manon before succumbing to the beckoning arms of death.

All at once, she became everything and nothing.

The darkness, however, did not come.

She was plunging, instead; like a displaced entity in the vast universe, ripping through fabrics of whatever it is that makes up this damned world.

She was falling, falling, falling - through time, worlds, dimensions, everything. It made her feel cosmic, celestial but baffled.

Was this supposed to be death? She didn’t know. Does death means falling eternally?

That question was answered a few moments later when she was sprawled awkwardly in a grassy clearing.

It didn’t hurt - the landing. One blink and she was there, laid face-first and awkward but unharmed nonetheless.

“You’re back?”

Someone whispered reverently. It was a familiar voice that reverbrated through her; a deep, baritone that reminded her calm thunderstorms.

Looking up, Asterin believed for sure that she was dead. The hunter - her hunter, with his wild hair and bright eyes were staring at her with that same reverence that was solely for her.

There was a sob that clawed out of Asterin’s throat and for once, there was those warm arms holding her again through the tears.

I came across some cards, describing personages. And I decided to draw them, with their favorite animals. To be continued...