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A person’s tumblr tells a lot about them. It’s what their mind looks like in a visual format. It represents what they like, what they love, what turns them on, what they think, what they are attracted to, what makes them tick, what they live for, what they need to remember, and tips to help them better themselves. But most of all—it has the words they never said to people: all the words they couldn’t have said but should have said.



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cutting-will-always-be-my-life:

All credit goes to - japharts

**Trigger warning**

This, literally, is dead on exactly how I feel, and probably a lot of you guys too.

i’ve never seen a comic that narrates what is consistently running through my head so thoroughly

like i know logically that its untrue but god that voice in my head will not shut up telling me this shit

hey if anybody feels like this right now i just want u to know that the creepy shadow voice telling you all that stuff IS a lie and you are very valuable to the people in your life

<3 stay tough space cowboys

Some reasons Tom Hiddleston is killing me

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lokiarmygeneral:

he can play piano

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He can play guitar

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He can do this

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He does the jaw thing

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He wears glasses while driving

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He rolls up his sleeves

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He knows how to use a sword

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His acting ability

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His warm up drills

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The “Loki” Grin

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Captain America

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He can sing

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He can dance

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He cares dearly about children

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He cares about world hunger problems

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He learned the violin to play the part of Adam in Only Lovers Left Alive

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He’s so humble

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He’s very inspirational

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fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

You’d had one of those days when nothing goes quite right.

One where you end up feeling like you’ve forgotten something but never remember what, loose the ability to speak like a semi competent human and have that one daft thing you did, that wasn’t even really that bad, niggle at…

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

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fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

You glance up at him with some surprise.

“What’s that look all about?”

His pensive expression gives way to a beautific smile and in that moment you can feel your heart expand with love for him.

“I was just thinking,” he laughs. “Nothing to worry about gorgeous.”

He stands and makes…

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lightsaroundyourvanity:

It’s just a kiss, Abbie tells herself at the first press of Ichabod’s lips against her own. Just a kiss, just a kiss, just a kiss. And she’s been kissed plenty: by Luke, who used to pull her around corners at the station and kiss her dizzy; skim his hands over her…

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fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

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"Dance with me."

"What?"

"You heard me."

He got up and started walking towards the record player in the corner of the room.

"Zach"

He wasn’t listening. He was too busy rummaging through his extensive collection of vinyl records.

Frankly you were tired; you both had just thrown a…

Tuesday, April 15, 2014
fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

You sigh heavily as you lean back against the front door, letting your body sag in the relief that you’re home after a particularly manic night shift at the hospital.  Your back aches and you’ve got a headache coming but at least you’re home.
When you make your way into the front room, you’re stunned to a halt by the sight that greets you.  
He’s sprawled out on the sofa fully clothed, with one arm thrown above his head and the morning sunlight is pouring through the blinds bathing him in a golden glow.  His hair is an unruly mess of short brown curls and he’s frowning in his sleep a little as the sunlight hits his eyes.  There’s a day’s worth of stubble on his face and he has never looked more beautiful.  Coming home to him like this after a 13 hour shift makes the sore feet and backache completely worth it.  
A soft smile creeps over your face as you pad towards him, knowing full well why he’s asleep on the sofa with his jeans on.  He can’t sleep in the bed when you work nights, he says he gets too lonely and can’t sleep if you’re not tucked up safely in his arms.  When he’d told you that the first time you’d come home to find him asleep in the lounge, your heart had melted and you’re fallen for him just that little bit more, especially when he’d said it with those big, puppy dog eyes of his that he knows you can’t resist.
As you lower yourself gingerly down to perch on the edge of the sofa next to him, he makes those frankly adorable little snuffling sounds and his eyes open to slits before he scrubs a hand over his face.  When he managed to get his eyes open wider, he sees you and the smile that lights up his face makes you want to make the most obnoxious squealy noise.
“Hey beautiful,” His voice is thick and rough with sleep and it’s glorious.
“Hey yourself,” You grin back before a yawn threatens to split your face in half.  The rusty chuckle that gets is just as gorgeous as the sleep fogged voice and you offer absolutely no resistance at all when he reaches up and pulls you down to him, tucking you under his chin and wrapping those long limbs around you.
“I’ll make you breakfast in a minute,” He says as you sigh happily and bury your face in the crook of his neck to breathe him in.  “Cuddles first, food later.”
And there is no way in hell you’re going to argue with that.

fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

You sigh heavily as you lean back against the front door, letting your body sag in the relief that you’re home after a particularly manic night shift at the hospital.  Your back aches and you’ve got a headache coming but at least you’re home.

When you make your way into the front room, you’re stunned to a halt by the sight that greets you. 

He’s sprawled out on the sofa fully clothed, with one arm thrown above his head and the morning sunlight is pouring through the blinds bathing him in a golden glow.  His hair is an unruly mess of short brown curls and he’s frowning in his sleep a little as the sunlight hits his eyes.  There’s a day’s worth of stubble on his face and he has never looked more beautiful.  Coming home to him like this after a 13 hour shift makes the sore feet and backache completely worth it. 

A soft smile creeps over your face as you pad towards him, knowing full well why he’s asleep on the sofa with his jeans on.  He can’t sleep in the bed when you work nights, he says he gets too lonely and can’t sleep if you’re not tucked up safely in his arms.  When he’d told you that the first time you’d come home to find him asleep in the lounge, your heart had melted and you’re fallen for him just that little bit more, especially when he’d said it with those big, puppy dog eyes of his that he knows you can’t resist.

As you lower yourself gingerly down to perch on the edge of the sofa next to him, he makes those frankly adorable little snuffling sounds and his eyes open to slits before he scrubs a hand over his face.  When he managed to get his eyes open wider, he sees you and the smile that lights up his face makes you want to make the most obnoxious squealy noise.

“Hey beautiful,” His voice is thick and rough with sleep and it’s glorious.

“Hey yourself,” You grin back before a yawn threatens to split your face in half.  The rusty chuckle that gets is just as gorgeous as the sleep fogged voice and you offer absolutely no resistance at all when he reaches up and pulls you down to him, tucking you under his chin and wrapping those long limbs around you.

“I’ll make you breakfast in a minute,” He says as you sigh happily and bury your face in the crook of his neck to breathe him in.  “Cuddles first, food later.”

And there is no way in hell you’re going to argue with that.

fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

"I just worry about you," he confesses. There’s concern in his eyes and even a bit of sadness. "You’ve been sick and you’re still trying to do everything that you usually do. I can tell that it has been too much lately."He’s right. It has been too much- the holidays, visitors, and a cough that won’t go away. You’re feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and emotional. “It has been,” you admit even though you don’t want to. He scoots closer to you and puts his arm around you. You automatically rest your head against the comfort of his strong shoulder. The tears start to come- out of relief and exhaustion. His other hand touches your cheek, wiping away the tears. “I’m going to do everything I can to help,” he whispers against the top of your head.

fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

"I just worry about you," he confesses. There’s concern in his eyes and even a bit of sadness. "You’ve been sick and you’re still trying to do everything that you usually do. I can tell that it has been too much lately."

He’s right. It has been too much- the holidays, visitors, and a cough that won’t go away. You’re feeling overwhelmed, exhausted, and emotional. “It has been,” you admit even though you don’t want to.

He scoots closer to you and puts his arm around you. You automatically rest your head against the comfort of his strong shoulder. The tears start to come- out of relief and exhaustion. His other hand touches your cheek, wiping away the tears. “I’m going to do everything I can to help,” he whispers against the top of your head.

fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

"Stand there. Let me just get a picture of you alone," you say. A cold wind kicks up and causes his hair to sway just so. He fusses at first because he just wants pictures of the two of you together but you want one just of him with that glorious beard and snuggly sweater to use as your wallpaper on your phone."Say cheese," you direct him. "Mozzarella," he replies with a laugh. You giggle as soon as he says it and look down at the pic on your phone. The picture is as perfect as the moment is. He reaches out to you and pulls you to the wall to take in the view of the city. He drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close against him. No words are needed except the little moan he lets out as he kisses the top of your head.

fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

"Stand there. Let me just get a picture of you alone," you say. A cold wind kicks up and causes his hair to sway just so.

He fusses at first because he just wants pictures of the two of you together but you want one just of him with that glorious beard and snuggly sweater to use as your wallpaper on your phone.

"Say cheese," you direct him.

"Mozzarella," he replies with a laugh.

You giggle as soon as he says it and look down at the pic on your phone. The picture is as perfect as the moment is.

He reaches out to you and pulls you to the wall to take in the view of the city. He drapes his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close against him. No words are needed except the little moan he lets out as he kisses the top of your head.

Monday, April 14, 2014
fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

"Look at you." You sure are. He cleans up so nice. You get a little thrill seeing him in a jacket and a tie, the same little thrill you get when he’s wearing shirts with the sleeves ripped off. You grin. "Party tonight?"
"Party of two." He pushes away from the building, smiling at you. When he’s close enough, he sets a hand on your shoulder and dips his face to brush his mouth to yours. "Let’s go celebrate."
You sway into him, distracted and a little bewildered. “What are we celebrating?”
He cocks an eyebrow at you. “I check Twitter, you know. I know you got your book deal.”
Oh. Oh! Your cheeks go hot. “I almost forgot.”
He laughs at you and slides his hand down your arm until he can tangle his fingers with yours. “Good thing I’m here to remind you.”

fakeboyfriendsaregoodboyfriends:

"Look at you." You sure are. He cleans up so nice. You get a little thrill seeing him in a jacket and a tie, the same little thrill you get when he’s wearing shirts with the sleeves ripped off. You grin. "Party tonight?"

"Party of two." He pushes away from the building, smiling at you. When he’s close enough, he sets a hand on your shoulder and dips his face to brush his mouth to yours. "Let’s go celebrate."

You sway into him, distracted and a little bewildered. “What are we celebrating?”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “I check Twitter, you know. I know you got your book deal.”

Oh. Oh! Your cheeks go hot. “I almost forgot.”

He laughs at you and slides his hand down your arm until he can tangle his fingers with yours. “Good thing I’m here to remind you.”

 
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