Hope you’re doing well and all that stuff! Anyways, I’ve been wanting to cut my hair for a really long time. My parents of course, won’t let me…..(which is why I’ve been waiting for some time haha) This is why I wrote this post to get my parents to agree to let me cut my hair. The deal is: If I can get 75,000 notes on this I can cut it. I REALLY WANT TO CUT IT. That’s why it would be great if you guys could spread this around and show other people. Signal boost this, like this, reblog this, LIKE AND REBLOG THIS, or even write a comment for me(which I’ll try to do my best and answer. That’s all and thanks!!
Update: Apparently, now the total I have to reach is 75,000 (that’s very bad, and big, I know)(They want to make this super hard so AHHHHx100)
(Please help me reach this number please)
(Once again, HUGE number)
-Waiting-
Didn’t I told you to wait? yes, wait patiently. You don’t have to be perfect, you can’t be but be patient with yourself.
I have seen how things changes so quickly each passing day. It’s like in a moment, I watched this kid walking in front of me and after a few blinks an old man passed away. The world is a place of constant change, nothing stays the same.
Of course, eventually some thought there are things that until now they haven’t had any changes over the passing of time but some changes doesn’t have to be obvious. They just happen even before we notice them.
So to you my friend, dear heart, dear self, be patient. Your season is not yet here, summer may burn your skin or change the color of your eyes.
Maybe, those storms has hardened your heart but soon when even a leaf won’t fall from the tree, right when you’re about to close your eyes, you’ll be quickened and all you have to do is take a step forward because finally, you discover your purpose.
Everything will fall into place and all you have to do is follow where light & love leads you. But for now, stay objective, keep trying, believe, pray, do what’s necessary, just don’t compromise. You’ll get there, satisfied, healed, loved, fulfilled, mattered and accomplished. Don’t worry, my dear, you’ll finish well.
Common Phrases Correctly
I think we've all stumbled upon the silly jokes on Pinterest and even here about what it means to be the middle child. A bunch of brave souls have even posted comedic reels on TikTok explaining in a funny way a lot of things middle children go through. However, I am not here to talk about those.
No, I am here to talk about how tiring it is to be the middle child for a whole other reason. You are always the mediator; you are always trying to balance things out between the older and the youngest sibling. The mediator between the other siblings and the parents. Probably, it's not the same for all middle children; but God am I tired of always trying to explain to every single person in my family what the other means. Always the one the others are going to complain to. For a while it is nice, you are seen, you are trusted, but how much weight can you carry? You get to understand everyone but no one gets you or each other because they just can't speak their minds to each other.
The double role you have to fill in; not just a younger sibling but also an older one as well. It takes some time to get used to. Especially, when the youngest sibling is younger for more than three years. Personally, I still can't shake my younger sibling behaviour off; I still make my older brother's life a living hell. I still prank him in the way only younger siblings do. He is the one I call when I don't know something, cause it's easier to ring him than search it on Google. At the same time, I can't help constantly worrying about my little brother; I need to put him to bed when he is drunk and emotional, set a bucket by his bed and make sure he sleeps on his side. I still whine at my older brother when he doesn't go along with all my whims but I also act the same as him with our younger brother.
Being the middle child means you are always in the middle of everything whether you want it or not. It is tiring, it is tough, and sometimes it drives you insane. Nevertheless, I wouldn't change it for the world.
“There are just fewer girls in bands. Even in local scenes there are less girls (…) I want there to be more Lynns, more Jennas, more Tays and more Hayleys out there, because they’re all so cool” - Chrissy Costanza (Rocksound Issue 217 | September 2016)
the poetic beauty i believe in is a writer’s naked voice describing the world in the only possible way, originality, emptying the one brain like popcorn on the stove, bubbling up, rising into the clouds through a skylight, into the stars like the eyes of a child, into the unending night and back again to a toaster, to a lightswitch, to a fan you keep on for more than air,
it’s the greatest thing we ever made, and someday we’ll unmake it, with a look, we’ll say: jesus, do you remember when language made us mad, crazy, gone like a bat in the daytime?
yes yes yes we remember,
they were disastrous, letters, words, lines were a plague disguised, they were poison in the cake, tsk tsk tsk no,
it’ll be a great act, we’ll shame ourselves, the old us,
but when nobody’s watching, in bed when the outlights are on and the inlights are off,
we’ll pull a book of poetry from under the pillow,
we’ll finger the soft pages and our eyes will glow like burning diamonds, the words the words the words will dance like peacocks, irresisitble in the hopeless expanse, the hopeful warmth of a blanket, tomorrow, there’s that, and yesterday too, but the words have both by the legs,
the words in your head are killers, are lovers, are the flight of a flightless creature tasting the sky.
when faced with the decision to write a poem or not write a poem, i’m not sure how to justify the latter.
((Reblog or Halloween won’t be celebrated. If you reblog this in 50 seconds, you’ll have the best Halloween and be blessed by the spoopy skeleton gods.))
((This skeleton will also break all chain mail or reblog or die posts and you’ll live a happy life.))
i saw this and i want to post it just to be sure
*main character becomes a villain* oh my GOD… oh MY GOd do that again
Michael and Alan play a practical joke on Daniel during one of their takes. (x)