#iamwanted

[beautifulxdangerous]

//Pspspspspsp. Royal muses, come. Come bug mine. Especially my Greek muses. We'll figure it out somehow. letmelovethem&you;;

[jenniferniven]

This #fanart of Libby from #HoldingUptheUniverse is the loveliest thing 💜 Thank you @doubbleart for creating it! I love it with all my heart! 💜 Who’s excited for the 3rd annual Very Merry Bright Holiday Party? Today on Instagram live at 8pm GMT and 2am GMT! I’ll see you there, lovelies! 💜✨💜 #libbystrout #iamwanted #allthebrightparty #youarewanted #youareloved #purplebikini #libbyismyhero

[aleetaray-blog]

We become what we choose to see in ourselves and what feelings we feed -Aleeta #vibrationnation #ichoosejoy #love #connection #healing #Iwantedamloved #iamwanted #iamworthy #highonlife #plantbasedlifestyle🌱 #missionmaui #arbonnevp (at Columbia River) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7groMfBKgj/?igshid=1n4gqahkud9ja

[megglepie]

do you think any of the class 1A members would be fans of edm, or electronic music in general?

for sure!!!! mina would love anything she can dance to and i think she would totally be into kandi! 

i think kaminari would be into electronic music as well [insert a quirk pun here] and ojiro’s favorite band is probably smth like imagine dragons lmao

@iamwanting asked about electro swing and for that genre i think iida, mina, and aoyama would like it!

shinsou’s not in 1-a (yet) but he would like LCD soundsystem for sure

i think jirou is probably a bit of a purist when it comes to her personal music tastes but she doesn’t mind listening to electronic music!

[wayfarergirl-blog]

Fuck you. I am magic. And majestic as fuck. <3 #iamwanted #iam #stepoutofmylight

[bluemonkeyyy-blog1]

@jenniferniven ❤️

[drizzhled]

I Am Wanted -

It is hard to love yourself because of social media constantly showing us how brilliant other people are… Therefore, I found it incredibly difficult to find something I admire about myself or something amazing about me! But I eventually found two points that I really do find to be lovely about me :)

• I love my ability to retain information, I may not be the most intelligent student in my class but I love to learn and understand everything about the world around me so I think that ability really helps me be myself! • And also, I love how trustworthy and mature I’ve been my whole life. I like how people can always count and believe in me in tough situations. Sometimes it’s a lot of pressure to live up to, but in the end I’m grateful because it’s made me more mature and given me purpose and at 17 years old, I’m not sure many people can say that!

Thank you for reading! I’m really looking forward to this next book and can’t wait to read it ❤️

- Lauren

[manicpixiefairygirl]

Dear Jennifer Niven,

I was 11 when I first saw her. At that point in any eleven year-old's life, I should somehow be plotting some genius masterplan to win my parents back against the new girl in my mother's arms. That new girl who everyone just laid eyes on but already had all the attention the minute that my parents jumped for joy at the two lines shown by a small device which to me, back then, seemed like just another weird-looking thermometer. That new girl who's still just a stranger but was already dearly loved. I can tell by the way they were both looking at her, the way their eyes shone with tears of unexplainable happiness, the way my mother - MY mother - was holding her as if she were to be crowned queen someday. That new girl who ruined my chances of getting everything I want and being the only shining star in my parents' night sky yet she didn't even know us. She didn't even know how she had hurt my mother with back pains and drove her to crankiness all the time. Instead, I looked at her. No. I stared at her, in complete awe and silence. I touched one of her tiny hands and when I decided to mask how mesmerized I was to my parents, I asked them, "who is she?" Which was a dumb thing to do. They laughed. I did, too, because I know who exactly she is. And my parents know, no questions needed. They know she was the one I've been waiting for and kept wishing and praying to God for. Who else could she be, other than the sister I kept writing to Santa for, thinking one Christmas morning a girl would show up in a huge red and green sock outside my bedroom window and ask me to play with her? For eleven years, I've been an only child. I can't even begin to explain how sad that was. Rainy nights without someone I could hide with under the blankets. Lonely afternoons playing by myself. No one to braid or laugh with and share silly theories I've come up with as a kid. Eleven years I've been just Batman. Just Dora. Just Spongebob. Just Elsa. Can you imagine macaroni without cheese? That was my life until she came into the scene. Everything went from good to perfect. I don't have an idea how she does it, but I'm thankful she does. Now that she's here, my life went from all-about-me to all-about-us. Me and her against the world. Well, the fairytale can't go on forever because this is real life and that going through teenage years could break someone, including me. It was difficult, what with all the thoughts eating me up and everything else feeling like hands around my neck but I could say I won because I'm still here, happy and willing to go on. That is, because of her. She is a living, breathing reminder that I should be someone for her to look up to, not the one haunting her dreams at night. I should be there for her and take care of her because I'm her older sister. I should set an example and stop her in case she might want to run away. I should teach her math, answer her questions about our mysterious life, tell her pieces of advice she will need and be her best friend (because what are sisters for?) What sort of sick f--k am I to ruin that? She needs me as much as I need her and I know that with each other's backs, we could go through this hell of a life without so much a burn. She is the stars, the brightest places in the darkness that almost swallowed me. It's funny that when I was 11, I had no idea that my sister would mean so much more than just a playmate or a partner-in-crime or a thunder buddy. I never knew she could make my whole universe as lovely as it is now. @jenniferniven 💜

[kaitlinmarks]

What Makes Me Lovely

My eyes, soft brown most days, but others, verging on hazel and even bright green. My eyelashes are soft and just long enough. I like my hair most days, because it’s usually silky and although it’s sometimes wavy, I think the way it changes day by day is lovely. My natural skin color is caramelly-based, and I love the way it feels warm and radiates gold after a long day in the sunshine. My ability to write, which I am told constantly by others is amazing, which I sometimes underestimate but love to use as a way to sculpt and shape at least a tiny portion of the world around me. My compassion and kindness. My patience and child-at-heart mannerism. The way I feel when I look up and see stars and feel infinite, or the way I feel on those rare, rare moments when you’re with friends doing the simplest thing, but you could live and laugh in them forever. 

I challenge all of my followers to try this. There is so much self-hate and it can be difficult to acknowledge all of the beautiful, amazing things that make YOU lovely. So, please tag me in a post where you acknowledge all the loveliest things about yourself. I would love to see them, because you’re all so beautiful. 

Let’s make the world a little lovelier. 

[jenniferniven]

This #HoldingUptheUniverse fan art is so amazingly lovely. 💜 Thank you @deja_m_douglas_art for this tribute to Libby! She looks beautiful!! 💕 Dear lovelies: always remember you are wanted! You are loved! ✨💜 #youarewanted #youareloved #libbystrout #fanart #positivity #bookstagram #bodypositivity #iamwanted

[dippindoodles]

To my Mom, who had undergone a successful surgery this morning. Thankfully the diagnosis was benign and she’s in recovery! She is the strongest person I look up to, raising 5 kids is no joke. Thank you for being our bright place and holding up our universe❤ Xx

[rachelchinb]

Never Noted

When I was young, I wanted to be a princess. I wanted to wear thousands of glittery dresses, sleep in a comfy canopied bed, wear a gilded crown, have an enormous garden, eat luxurious food, and be loved by millions of people. But now that I grew up, I realized I had more than a princess could have. Our family was not financially rich, but we were together. My parents did everything they could to give what my brother and I wanted. You see, I never really noted how my mother did not order food every time we eat outside. I never really noted how she would just eat the food we leave on our plates. I never really noted how many times she told us she was not hungry when in fact, she has not eaten anything. I never really noted how my mother has always been there for us. While some people say “Okay, so… tell me. I’ll listen” while typing on their phones, my mother says “Where are you? I’ll go there,” or “Come here.” I never noted how selfless my mother was. She does everything she can to send me and my brother to school even when it means living away from us and doing it all by herself. When I was young, I also never really noted how my father ran after a guy who was peddling teddy bears just to stop me from crying. I never really noted how he made us laugh when he gave us totally random and silly stuff. My mother would always giggle whenever she caught my father secretly handing me and my brother the cube-like necklaces with assorted lights that he used to buy. I never really noted how my father would go home with story books that he encouraged me to read and color. I never noted how loved I was (and still am). I never noted how much I had. Ma, you are an amazing person. I may not be living with you, but I know someday we will live together again like we used to. I really miss you. Pa, I know we will never meet again. Don’t worry about us. I hope you are fine in heaven. I miss you as well. So bad.

Love, Rachel

[emelzooz-blog]

#IAmWanted #HoldingTheUniverse

I have a friend who I look up to and think very highly of. She is someone who I actually respect. She's modest yet conceited at the same time. She's crazy yet calm. She likes to joke and has a certain way of telling me that she loves me. When you need her she's there. She has many great qualities, the best thing about her though is she knows where she stands and reminds you that you are a person. That you are needed, and that you are lovely. The truth though is that she is the lovely-ist of them all. #IAmWanted #HoldingUptheUniverse

[hashtagdontme]

I like to look for the good in people, and some say that's not always a good thing. But I will never stop. Every side has its story, and no one deserves to be treated like they don't belong anywhere. No one should feel alone and unloved, because that's not true.

[drownedaffliction-blog]

love-ly /ˈləvlē/ adj. exquisitely beautiful. You are lovely, and you are wanted. Anyone who tells you otherwise is just ashamed that they aren't as lovely as you. And because of this, you have the eyes and soul of an angel. You don't need to be an angel, because you are the angel. Do not doubt yourself; be free and love each other always. You never know how lovely someone else might be.

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

@jenniferniven one year ago I had a really rough time and battled with anxiety and depression. I spent a lot of time doubting myself and my power so that I could barely look others in the eye, let alone talking with strangers for more than just a few minutes Then, on May 19th 2015, I finally opened up about it to a friend of mine and she was so supportive and lovely that I cannot thank her enough for that, even until this day. Because what I didn’t know back then, was that it was the day when I could finally breathe and let go of my past memories so that I could find the newer and better me.