So. It’s been a while. Essentially, life got in the way.There was a point at which I just broke down and talked about everything with the nearest person around at the time (my dad). His advice helped a lot, and he encouraged me to tell Sync about my feelings. I did it in a non-confrontational sort of manner, pretty much saying that I had feeling for her but I wanted her to be happy and just asked her to lighten up on talking about her girlfriend while I was around. It was a lot easier, because as things were I was losing sleep, which added to me not being able to concentrate in class. And that was stressing me even more because trials were soon, and I had applications and major decisions about my future to make at the same time. I’m also pretty sure I was having an actual bout of depression at the time, but I haven’t seen a professional because it hasn’t happened before or since, and this was an exceptionally stressful year. So if you are in a similar situation to what I was, I would advise honesty from the get go. When I first realised my feelings, I could have told Sync, when she started dating, I should have told her the effect it was having on me. My life got a lot easier when I did. She and her girlfriend have since broken up, but I haven’t brought up my feelings again. Partly because we’re going to be spending two weeks in the same house with two of her exes and I don’t want it to be awkward. I think, if I get the chance, I’ll tell her afterward. She knows I had feelings, but I don’t think she knows I still have them. And it’s sorta something I have to do, even if she says no (which I fully expect her to). That’s the situation. I’ll let you know how it goes.
I Know Why They Call It a Crush
What is tumblr but a place to unburden on's feels? Well I have a crush, one worthy of any second rate high-school drama, and would very much like to relinquish my torment unto the internet. Alas! My crush follows me! What can I do but start my tumblr anew?
About Tags Confessions
(via salty-skulls)
Me explaining Rumbelle smut to my friend
“Smut is…”
Her reaction:
“EXCEPT ME!!!!”
Her reaction:
Me, forever alone:
So sad I can only get away with this on my secondary blog…but yes, my asexual best friends, I read smut.
Bikers Against Child Abuse make abuse victims feel safe
These tough bikers have a soft spot: aiding child-abuse victims. Anytime, anywhere, for as long as it takes the child to feel safe, these leather-clad guardians will stand tall and strong against the dark, and the fear, and those who seek to harm.
The 11-year-old girl hears the rumble of their motorcycles, rich and deep, long before she sees them. She chews her bottom lip, nervous.
They are coming for her.
The bikers roar into sight, a pack of them, long-haired and tattooed, with heavy boots and leather vests, and some riding double. They circle the usually quiet Gilbert cul-de-sac, and the noise pulls neighbors from behind slatted wood blinds and glossy front doors.
One biker stops at the mouth of the street, parks in the middle of the road and stands guard next to his motorcycle, arms crossed.
The rest back up to the curb in front of the girl’s house, almost in formation, parking side by side. There are 14 motorcycles in all, mostly black and shiny chrome. The bikers rev their engines again before shutting them down.
The sudden silence is deafening. The girl’s mother takes her hand.
The leader of this motorcycle club is a 55-year-old man who has a salt-and-pepper Fu Manchu and wears his hair down past his shoulders. He eases off his 2000 Harley Road King and approaches the little girl.
He is formidable, and intimidating, and he knows it. So he bends low in front of the little girl and puts out his hand, tanned and weathered from the sun and wind: “Hi, I’m Pipes.”
“Nice to meet you,” she says softly, her small hand disappearing in his.
….The unruly-looking mob in her driveway is there to help her feel safe again. They are members of the Arizona chapter of Bikers Against Child Abuse International, and they wear their motto on their black leather vests and T-shirts: “No child deserves to live in fear.”
I’ll admit - this made me tear up. I’d never heard of BACA before. Now I want to find the WA and OR chapters, and give them some money. I can’t give them a lot - I live hand-to-mouth - but they deserve my support. Surviving abuse is not - *not* - easy. These bikers have taken on a nearly-impossible task, struggling to make it a little easier. Amazing. Absolutely wonderful.
The bikers aren’t looking for trouble. They are there so the kids don’t feel so alone, or so powerless. Pipes recalls going to court with an 8-year-old boy, and how tiny he looked on the witness stand, his feet dangling a foot off the floor.
“It’s scary enough for an adult to go to court,” he says. “We’re not going to let one of our little wounded kids go alone.”
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
This is the most beautiful, awe-inspiring thing I’ve read in a long time. I wanna write a book about these guys, Jesus Christ. Where’s the blockbuster movie about these badasses?Actual tears right now. This is amazing.
That’s awesome.
(via not-a-smart-person)
what if you were in bed tonight and you were really lonely and sad and you were lying with your arm hanging out over the edge of the bed into the darkness and just as you were going to sleep, the darkness reached out and held your hand
i made a thing
(Source: lupercos, via snapeismyking)
(Source: fuckingmaisie)
Feta’s Note: The power of silence is one to be reckoned with. This exemplifies that.
Emotions are told in silence,
spoken louder in action than
in sound -
loves language’s heard
with feeling,
not with hearing.
(Source: inspire-quote, via salty-skulls)
