Your impact on other people is bigger than you think. Someone still giggles when they think of that funny thing you said. Someone still smiles when they think of the compliment you gave them. Someone silently admires you. The advice you give has made a difference for people. The support and love you've offered others has made someone's day. Your input and opinions have made someone think twice. You're not insignificant and forgotten. Your existence makes a positive difference, whether you see it or not.

just found out my entire personality is a trauma response

a/n: a little fic inspired by a convo @youunravelme and i had a couple of days ago! couldn’t stop thinking about this little idea and just had to write it ☺️ a little bit more lore in the squeaks’ verse added here and lots more to come! enjoy!!

tw: a little innuendo, domestic fluff

word count: 4.3k

summary: it’s talia’s first day of kindergarten and neither you nor mat is handling it particularly well

AHHHHHHH

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

Why is tumblr dead on the weekends omg stop going to the club, get your ass out here and BLOG

i'm not a doctor or a nutritionist, but sometimes i hear women talking about their diets and it takes all i have to not be like "this is not normal. you have an eating disorder and you are in a cult."

saw a magazine article yesterday called something like "how i lost 3 stone without setting foot in a gym" and when i read it i discovered that the secret to her weight loss was... eating under 500 calories a day. girl that's not a diet that's just anorexia

and everyone's like "why are so many girls nowadays developing eating disorders" as if diet culture isn't an entire industry specifically designed to profit off women's misery and dysmorphia and self-hatred. this is the bad place!!!!!

“Writing is hard” I say as I continue to browse the internet, not attempting to write at all.

I am completely and utterly called out.

real

face of a man who has just seen the five guys on the ice get involved in a brouhaha and is thoughtfully considering how he can create even more chaos (he fought david p.astrnak a mere minute later)

bonus:

here's the sweetest canadian!!