#I’m k*lling myself

[yoojinluv]

[gingerwerk]

‘Where is that book now?’

‘I threw it in the trash on the night of our first date’

[confusionmeisss]

yeah, sex seems cool and all, but sitting in ur bedroom watching a video of luke hemmings adding new lyrics to one of his saddest songs is infinitely cooler

[pierregaslays]

you know what? we don’t actually need to race tomorrow because max is winning it anyway so who gives a fuck

[granitxhka]

captain hector, captain’s armband hector, i feel sick

[rookiestars]

it’s esa’s birthday….

[oscarkelfbom]

when can i get this man off my team

[perfectplaces]

BOYGENIUS TICKETS SECURED LETS GOOO

[anchoeritic]

thinking of u <3

omg i don’t deserve u 😦😧

[violetstarrs]

i got to break no contact today and so i sent them a pic of a mural with a bird we both love on it i saw during my trip and they responded to comment on the bird and then didnt try to start a conversation or anything??? like now im mad. why do you think id even reach out?? you don’t care how i am? you don’t want to talk even? like fuck that fr

[golddplatedd]

everybody want an emo shawty until they show signs of mental illness

[elokitties]

do you guys think Tom Delonge watches basketball?

[danveration]

Sleep well, amour Pt. 2

Parings: Alastor x reader

Summary: After falling asleep to his voice, you wake up and get confronted by Alastor. Later, you walk in on him sleeping.

Word count: 1523

Warnings: Mention of Alastor eating and k*lling a deer

part one

A/N: PART TWO IS HERE!!! I had SO many options wracking my brain on where to take this, but I picked this one! I hope you all enjoy it :’) let me know if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it. Also, I’m currently working on all the requests I got :) as well as part 2 to that-no-good-first-man-on-earth

You wake up, blinking and looking around. Momentarily forgetting where you are.

Shit. You fell asleep in Alastor’s recording room. Thankfully, he isn’t here right now.

Before you could get up, you notice a purple blanket on you. It seems to be the one that was on his coat hanger. Did Alastor put this on you..? The thought has you smiling and your cheeks reddening.

Alastor’s voice sure does have an effect on you. You look outside to see what time it is, but remember that it’s Hell and the sky is always the same shade of red. You’re going to have to get used to that.

Getting up, you put the blanket back on the hanger and look around some more. It feels some-what intimate right now to be in his space when he’s not around. You wonder how long you’ve been asleep for.

You walk over to his table and notice a red “play” button on his radio equipment and are tempted to press it. It surely won’t cause any harm to hear what he was talking about when you were asleep. You press it and listen.

“Haha! For any sinner, I know it’s a tempting question. But I-“ The recording fast forwards. “Nevertheless, I find it quite amusing that this technology box thinks he is on any sort of level to me! Call me crazy but the sinners have been taaallkinggg, and they think he sounds quite obsessed.” He laughs, knowing Vox is probably listening.

You smile at his voice and find it funny how he is a bit of a drama queen when it comes to his radio broadcasts. You know deep down he doesn’t actually care about the whole situation with Vox, but it’s still funny how he entertains it.

Looking to your right, you see a mug that has “Oh Deer” written on it. There seems to be a bit of black coffee still left in the mug. The “deer” reference made you giggle. You’ve always wondered about his past and how exactly he is part deer anyhow. Oh well, It’ll reveal itself with time.

You’re looking at all the other buttons on his equipment, wondering what they do, when all of a sudden you hear light footsteps on the other side of the door. It’s most likely Alastor. Nobody would willingly go to his room without permission.

The door opens slowly and in steps Alastor. You notice how he opened the door quietly, to not make make much noise. As he still assumed you were asleep. You smiled at that.

He looks ahead and sees you, immediately smiling. “Ah! My dear. You’re awake!” He claps his hands together, his cane leaning on his side.

“Hey Al. Um.. about what happened I-“ You start.

“Ah, ah! No need to explain yourself, sweetheart! Don’t go giving yourself a headache.” He cuts in and laughs.

He looks down at you and says, “you just find comfort in my voice, don’t you?” He asks, with a smug smile.

Your eyes go wide and you stutter. Of course it wasn’t the most secretive thing. Still, you didn’t think he actually knew.

“U-um. Well..” You say.

He tilts his head to side as if saying, “Go on…”

There’s really no getting out of this. Plus, you don’t think Alastor would actually care. He’d probably just find it funny.

“Yeah, I do.” You admit. “I find comfort in your voice, of course I do! I just.. I don’t know.”

You aren’t sure what to say, it’s a tad embarrassing.

Alastor begins to laugh.

“I certainly could tell! I find it quite amusing if I do say so myself.” He says.

He definitely doesn’t mind it, he has a soft spot for you. But he’s also a bit confused on why you even do. He knows his radio voice is unique, but nobody ever commented on it bringing them comfort. They usually scream and run away when they hear him. You’ve been there long enough to see him kill and do so many things that people describe as “horrible, satanic, terrifying” but you still find comfort in him nevertheless? He thinks it’s absolutely adorable!

“Amusing?” You ask.

He nods and says, “Amusing, darling! I mean.. you know who I am, do you not?” He laughs and continues. “Though you still find comfort.. now that’s an interesting fact, don’t you think?”

You shy away, looking anywhere but him. You’re comfortable around him, of course, but you’re a tiny but embarrassed of this whole situation. You know he is definitely loving his though.

He places a finger on your jaw and guides your head back to look at him.

“Uh, uh, dear. There’s no need to feel shy! I never said it was a bad thing. I’m truly honoured!” He says, smiling down at you.

You and him have been getting to know each other for a while now and you’ve just been going deeply and deeply more interested in him. You almost laugh at yourself because you sometimes act as if you did when you alive, how you obsessed over fictional characters and “fan fiction.”

You look at him and say, “Well, that’s good then.” You chuckle.

“Mm, it is isn’t it?” He says.

He thinks you’re absolutely pathetic, but in a good way. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you, this new sensation is something he never wants to get rid of.

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Later that day, Charlie wanted you to pass a message on to Alastor about the hotel reservations. You knew he was in his room because he mentioned that if you needed him, he’d be in there having some dinner (aka, deer). Which he has in his half room half forest. You really wonder how on earth he even did that. The wonders of being a radio demon!

You’re at his door, lightly knocking. You wait a few seconds but you don’t hear anything from the other side.

“Al?” You question while knocking again.

“Hm.” You think.

You aren’t sure if you should go in or not. Sure, the thing Charlie told you about could wait but you also wanted to make sure he was okay. What if he.. choked or something? You’re sure the radio demon could handle that but you just want to make sure.

“Al, I’m coming in.. okay?” You say while knocking once more.

You slowly twist the knob and push the door open. Peaking in, you see him on the other side of the room, in a chair.

“Alastor, are you alr-“ You stop yourself when you notice his eyes are closed.

Closing the door behind you, you walk up to him.

He’s currently sitting in the chair, his arm on the table and his head resting on his hand. He looks so peaceful. His mouth isn’t smiling and his face just looks so.. relaxed. You’ve never saw him like this before. He mumbles occasionally and his ears twitch every so often as he sleeps. You aren’t sure how he finds this position comfortable, but you smile at it nonetheless.

You don’t want to disturb him so you leave, now relaxed that you know he’s okay.

Right before you grab the knob of the door, you hear, “Y/n?”

You whip your head back and you see him standing up, looking at you with his smile.

“Did you need something, dear?” He asks, as if he wasn’t just dead asleep a second ago.

Of course, it makes sense he is a light sleeper.

“O-oh, no. Charlie just wanted me to tell you that the renovations went well and that the guys who inspect the place will be here tomorrow!” You say. “Sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Ahh, alright! And nonsense! You couldn’t disturb me.” He says.

You look at him and smile.

“You know, you could join me if you want! I was just resting and then going to have some dinner.” He offers.

You perk up but then remember that Husk assigned you a task of picking up crates of whiskey for the bar.

“Shit, sorry. I can’t. I have to go get more alcohol for the bar.” You say with a frown.

“More? If I remember correctly, we just got new shipments in.. last week?” He says with a laugh. “Though I’m not surprised we ran out again. Husker is a busy man. Well, my dear. Some other time, then!”

You notice him looking back into the forest, eyeing a deer.

“Yeah, some other time.” You smile. “Have a good dinner, Alastor!”

He smiles back at you says, “Oh I will.” He chuckles, his radio eyes making an appearance as he looks back the deer.

“You have yourself a lovely day, sweetheart!” He says with a wave.

“You too!” Waving back, you then open the door and leave. Once you leave you hear shrieking on the other side of the door, definitely the deer that Al was eyeing.

You’re excited to have more encounters with him, and even take him up on the dinner offer! You remember him mentioning he wanted to introduce you to his friend, Rosie. You’re looking forward to it.

[purplepeptobismol]

Am I the asshole for k*lling myself in front of the past version of my father?

I (14M) accidentally went back in time and killed myself in front of the teenage version of my father (17M). Now, I know this sounds crazy, but there is a valid reason for why I did it. For one, I am cursed with immortality and cannot die. I also recently found out that the curse was inherited by my father (yes, he also has immortality).

I know you may be asking “Hey, why did you go back in time in the first place?” Well, I was tasked with a very important mission (which I won’t get into at the moment), but unfortunately, the Time Machine ended up sending me too far back. I’ve been trying so hard to figure out how to get back to my original timeline, I even broke into an abandoned lab to see if I could find anything useful. But nothing has worked!

The only other option I had was to get help from the very scientists who created the machine in the first place. Which is— you guessed it, MY FATHER!

Unfortunately, my father wasn’t a famous, genius scientist in this timeline, he’s actually still a teenager here! He doesn’t even know anything about advanced astrophysics for god’s sake!!! Still, I went to him and knocked on his door in hopes he would at least believe I’m his son, and could even assist me in some way (there’s gotta be something useful in that brain of his).

As it turned out, he didn’t believe me. He thought it was all a prank from one of his friends who always messed with him. Of course, I kept trying and trying, even told him things only family members would know. But still— nothing.

Then, I got struck by an idea: “My dad has the same curse of immortality as me... and even when we die, no one in the world remembers. Only us two.” So as a final attempt to convince him I’m his future son, I grabbed a sharp piece of glass and slit my throat.

Now, I know that was very extreme of me, but it was the only thing I could think of! There isn’t really a gentle way of dying. And yeah, it probably traumatized him (from what I could tell), but it doesn’t matter. I can come back to life! Good as new. But was there another way, or anything else I could’ve said or done to convince him I am his future son? Am I the asshole?

Update: the stunt worked and he now fully believes that I'm his son from the future! Everyone who downvoted me, suck my balls.

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[This prompt is inspired by the first chapter of my Bunny fic ‘I Will Make of You’ in the POV of a certain someone.]

NEW UPDATE IS OUT NOW!

[izukumidoriyashusband]

K. Bakugou & I. Midoriya,, In his arms

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Word count: 2k+

Characters mentioned: Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya, Eijiro Kirishima and Denki Kaminari.

note//: All of this is fiction and has nothing to do with the actual characters. I do not claim to own these characters or have made them. This is fiction and for personal entertainment. Thank you and enjoy. NOT PROOFREAD. I apologize for the mistakes. Do not repost anywhere, I do not mind reblogging, please and thank you. @izukumidoriyashusband

tw !! : Angst, cursing/inappropriate language, threats against lives, slight mention of guns, mention of k!lling (in a video game BO3), possessive bf, argument, fluff like hugging and kissing, toxic relationship, physical fighting, and mention of blood.

Summary:

You and your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou, have been dating since Junior High. You have been there for all of his angry moments, his depressed moments, and all of his great moments. You’ve been there through everything. Sure, he’s gotten angry with you and you two have argued but recently, he’s gotten angrier and more jealous. It all started because you were hanging around your three friends Izuku Midoriya, Denki Kaminari, and Eijiro Kirishima a bit too much. Let’s just say, Izuku doesn’t like your relationship very much and all of his hatred for it, shows today.

“Fuck yea!” You dropped the controller and jumped up. Clapping your hands together as you did a little dance.

“That’s such bullshit!” Denki speaks up, running a finger through his hair.

Izuku, you, Denki, and Kirishima had made a bet while sitting in your dorm about if you or Denki was better at Call of Duty: Black Ops 3.

The score was tied but then you were about to fall off the map, costing you the game.

He was about to win and he put his controller down waiting.

Lucky, it was a snipers only competition and you got him right before you fell.

BAM. Headshot.

That brings you to where you four are at now.

“Damn I really thought Denki would win,” Deku says softly, earning a laugh from Kirishima.

“Nah, Y/N has always been better at these kinds of games.”

“Bullshit, they got lucky,” Denki huffs.

“Y/N, I always had faith in you. You’re truly amazing after all,” Kirishima praises you and you laugh in response.

“Of course I am. I’m Y/N.”

You all laughed and talked for the remainder of the day. It was about 7pm and you hadn’t noticed all the texts you had gotten from your boyfriend.

You were having fun and got distracted, it happens. You were all playing a game of uno until a hard knock was heard on your door.

“Ay, Y/N! Open up.” You hear the aggravation in his voice.

Bakugou.

Everyone seems pretty calm except for Izuku Midoriya.

His body tenses up.

Your quirk allows you to enter somebody’s head, their body, and you can stay outside of their body and hear their thoughts. You know what a person feels and what they think. Your physical abilities are amazing but your psychological abilities, your psychic abilities are what got you here.

You turn to Deku immediately. You feel his fear and his sadness, you wonder why.

You can look into someone’s mind undetected, of course, but do you want to know? Do you want to invade his privacy like that?

Yes. Yes you do.

You take a deep breath and you allow Midoriya’s thoughts to linger until you could hear them properly.

‘He’s gonna kill me if he sees me here. I shouldn’t have told him. He didn’t need to know. I could’ve kept it to myself. He didn’t need to know. I didn’t want to tell anyone. Why did I tell him that? He didn’t need to know. Goddamn it, Midoriya. Your fear must be showing. Y/N is looking at you. If I could swallow this fear, go back in time, and tell them I love them I would. Why did I open my big mouth? God. What to do, what to do.’ His thoughts ramble on and on, you shut them out and take another deep breath.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

“Midoriya, are you okay?”

You both speak in unison.

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“I don’t know. You look nervous, Spots.”

Spots. A nickname you use for Midoriya because of all of his freckles.

You notice his blush come in as he goes to say something else before another loud bang is heard.

“Y/N. Who are you in there with? Is that Deku?!”

His voice sounds more mad than usual, as if he’s gonna explode. Midoriya looks frightened and Kirishima and Kaminari take a look at each other.

“I’ll get it,” Kirishima says.

“Hey Bakugou-“

“Move, shitty hair.”

You can tell by his tone that he’s pissed.

He’s hot but he’s pissed. You know how he is, so you quickly get up to go to him but you stop in your tracks. He’s not even looking at you but rather at Midoriya.

Fuck.

“Why the fuck are you here?!”

Midoriya takes a deep breath and when you see him look at katsuki, your katsuki, you know he’s not gonna back down.

“Well, I’m their friend.”

“Like hell you are. You have Denki and Kirishina here too? What, so you can flirt with them and they see it as nothing but harmless friendship?!”

“Bakugou, you should chill.”

“Nobody is talking to you, dunce face.”

“I’m not flirting with them.”

“Bullshit!”

They turn to you suddenly.

“You’re just allowing this?!”

You’re taken back by his comment.

“Allowing what?” You replied to Bakugou.

“This?! I know you see how he stares at you! And these two?! I bet you they know about it! Don’t you?!” Bakugou turns to them.

Kirishima and Denki were silent until Denki hit Kirishima’s arm.

Kiri takes a deep breath before starting. “Yea we knew but that wasn’t our intention of trying to get them tog-“

“Bullshit! You wanted him to take them right from me, huh?! Are you stupid?!”

Bakugou steps back a little as Midoriya gets in his face.

“Why are you here starting with them?! They cannot control my feelings nor can you. If I wanted to steal Y/N from you, which I do NOT, it would be on my own fucking accord. And if Y/N would like to be with me, who am I to deny them?! Kacchan, I care about you but my happiness—“

“Fuck your happiness! They’re mine and if you think for a second that they’d even look at you is mental. You’re lucky I don’t snap your neck here.”

“Guys, come on.” Kaminari whines as Izuku puts his head up.

“No no, let’s ask them. It’s me or him.”

“And why would they pick you?” Bakugou snarls.

The attention is back on you. You’re looking at all four of the boys.

What the fuck just happened and what kind of movie cliché just played out in front of you.

“Woah, don’t do that.” The words leave your mouth faster than you intended.

“What? You're scared you’ll hurt poor Deku’s heart? Sorry, Deku but my partner would never look at you and little shits like you-“

“I’m sure they would Kacchan. Especially because you can’t value them,” Izuku snaps back.

“You walk around like you own them and shit instead of letting them be their own person.”

“They are their own person. Fuck are you on about. I treat them very well,” Bakugou snarls once again.

He earns a laugh from Izuku.

God, you can feel the rage coming from Katsuki.

“Why the fuck are you laughing?” His tone is more quiet but that rage never left.

“Maybe we should be civil about this,” Denki suggests as both boys shoot him a glare, signaling him to shut up.

“Yea, Kacchan. You walk around like you own them. We can hear the arguments you guys have because you’re jealous and territorial an-“

“You’re listening on our conversations, you little-“

“I’m not done speaking. Has your mother ever taught you manners?” Izuku’s voice is getting deeper as he speaks, the anger becoming more intense.

Bakugou was stunned by the quick reply. Izuku keeps speaking.

“You’re a jealous, territorial, son of a bitch who tries to control what Y/N wears the fuck outside and how they present themselves. ‘That’s too revealing.’ ‘Boys will look at you.’ ‘Change it now.’ We can hear everything.”

While Izuku mocked him, he made his voice a bit deeper, earning another glare from the blonde.

Bakugou is stuck listening to how his relationship is from outside eyes.

‘Am I really like that?’ He thinks to himself.

“You guys should stop.” You speak softly, despite their loud and intense tones.

“No no, Y/N. Tell your boyfriend how you come to me crying because he’s a control freak. Go now. Tell him how you cling to me, sobbing into my chest because he never fucking appreciated a damn-“

Thud.

Katsuki threw him. Right against your wall and lunged at him.

You sit there stunned, watching the two boys fight.

What can you do? Of course, you wish to break it up but their strength levels are crazy.

You’re relieved when Denki and Kirishima pull them apart.

“Stop it! You’re behaving like children and let’s hope you don’t wake up any of our other classmates or even Aizawa!” Denki whisper-yells at them, more frustrated than ever.

You take a look at Midoriya than Bakugou.

Midoriya’s right cheek has a cut on it but no real damage. Probably a bruise on his body.

His body.

Bakugou is a bit sweaty. His blond hair is messy and there’s not really any marks on him besides the blood coming from his lip.

His lips.

You go to say something but Bakugou puts his hand up, to silence you.

Your mouth closes as you wait for him to speak.

“You see what I’m talking about. Y/N can never speak for themself because you keep silencing them.” Izuku snarls and Bakugou just looks at him.

“Leave. All of you.” You finally speak up.

The four boys look at you.

They look at you with sadness, regret, pity, and from Bakugou, there’s a look of..hatred?

You stare at them. Your eyes are cold and it feels like you can see through them.

Maybe because you can technically but that’s not the point.

“Fine. I’m gone and us? Tch we’re done.” Bakugou’s tone is aggressive but shushed. He looks at you for at least 5 seconds before leaving.

He wanted you to plead for his love, for him.

But you couldn’t do that. Not anymore.

Kaminari and Kirishima follow. As Midoriya just looks at you.

He knows you’re hurt.

“Y/N..”

“Midoriya. Go.” You speak quietly, almost like a whisper.

He’s never left you while you’ve been hurt or upset. Funny of you to think that’ll change now. He walks over to the door and…

He shuts it.

He shuts and locks the door before returning to you, fast.

The embrace he pulled you in was tight and welcoming.

You returned every bit of his affection.

“God, Y/N I am so sorry. My emotions got to me and they shouldn’t have. I did not want to cost you anything, especially your relationship.”

Your head is buried in his chest. How much you hate the boy holding you right now.

You hate him.

You hate him, you hate his smell, his touch, his voice…

“I hate you so much.” You whisper to him, tears flowing down your face.

Oh how badly you didn’t want him to pull away. Even despite the hate that you felt for him or the hate you should feel for him.

Your heart couldn’t help but beat for him. If he moved away from you now, you’d break.

“I know, Y/N. I know you hate me but I can’t help but love you.”

His sentences drive your mind wild. The way he takes time with his words. The way he handles everything with care.

“I hate how you make me feel,” you say in a choked sob.

“I know. I know.” Izuku kisses the top of your head.

You look up at him and he looks down at you.

Sure, you’ve had feelings for Midoriya while dating Bakugou. You’d thought they’d faded but every time you and him are alone, they are there. When he just holds you like this as if you’re the only thing special to him, especially when you’re crying, it makes you feel things that nobody ever could make you feel.

Not even your Katsuki.

“I know you hate me. You probably don’t wanna see me after this but Y/N… I can’t hide how I feel. I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you before you two started dating..

You're my first love and I never wanted to come between you and Kacchan but, my heart wants what it wants. And right now, It wants you.”

With that last sentence, he leans in. Closing his eyes as you do the same with yours.

His soft lips now on yours and you both can taste the saltiness from your tears, but at this moment, neither of you care. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he kept his hands on your hips.

You pull him closer to you, leaving no space between your bodies. Drowning in each other and not caring for anything or anyone outside of you two. Right now, it’s only you two.

He pulls away after a while.

You two are breathing heavily while staring at each other like two love sick maniacs.

“I knew you loved me and I knew Bakugou was stopping everything.” Deku pulls away from you as he gets on his knees, taking your hands into his.

“I wanna make you forget him. I wanna be the only man in your dreams and the only one you wake up to. I want to yell and fight but communicate with each other and understand each other. I wanna be yours, Y/N. I wanna be yours. Let me be yours. Please.” Izuku looks up at you with pleading eyes.

Who are you to deny him?

Deny your favorite boy?

You look at him for some time, taking in every word and he gets more nervous by the second.

“Shit. Izuku. You’ll be the only man I ever look at.” You whisper to him as he stands up.

You can see that his excitement got the best of him.

He holds you so tight.

The scars from Bakugou are still there. The hurt he caused, those scars.

With anyone else, you’d say you wouldn’t date them just like that and you would forget your ex first and maybe just maybe you’d consider a relationship. But it’s Izuku. A man of his word. A man that would give you the world and more.

And before you know it, your old relationship with Katsuki will be forgotten.

For now, you live in the moment.

You live in Izuku’s arms.

In his arms.

[theeternalwombtarot]

Happy first of the month and happy march my loves, I've been meaning to come on here and tell you guys that I am alive although I've been gone, I've just been working and healing. Last night I had a horrible nightmare that I was stuck on this school campus in the middle of nowhere and they were abusing and k*lling students on purpose, and I escaped at some point but I was caught, horrible dream, It took me a very long time to realize I was even dreaming. Pisces season ripped me a new asshole for no reason, and I'm glad it's coming to an end, I don't feel like I fully and wholeheartedly overcame what my lesson was though but the stinging sensation of Pisces season has subsided lol. Energetically I feel very outside of myself (and my nature) if that makes sense I'm sort of wading in the abyss waiting for a boat or something to pull me onto shore.

Anyways, today’s Friday, I feel pulled to tell you guys to take it easy today, focus on having gratitude and being thankful and happy for the things you do have rather than racking your brain over loss or over things you struggle with currently or are having a hard time with. Last night, I realized that there are plenty of things about my life that I don’t regularly talk about or pour much energy into that are shockingly unfortunate or unfair but I have a way about myself where I tend to carry on as if they aren’t matters of urgency or aren’t things that would send most of us crumbling. My therapist once told me that she’s shocked I’m still alive after all the things I’ve experienced within my lifetime. And it’s not often that I sit for a while and reflect on the fact that there are many many things wrong or the cards I’ve been dealt within this lifetime are very tricky ones.

It reminds me of the dream I had, this large boarding school type campus with all of these things and all of these students but all these horrible things kept happening that I kept noticing but it seemed like everyone but the victims and I were somewhat oblivious or they knew but they did nothing. One of the staff said to me clipboard in hand that she hated all the students basically and everything they did there was on purpose and that she wanted the students to die, I tried to call everyone’s attention on the matter and they just looked at me wide eyed like I was insane. Perhaps, today as you take it easy and show gratitude, show yourself grace as well and acknowledge that even with the good things that we’ve been blessed with, sometimes are lives are difficult and it is completely and perfectly normal to have a hard time despite how used to bending and breaking and resetting we’ve become.