reblog to cast level 5 spell: everyone who reads this gets a full night sleep

It’s okay if you need to scale back your goals. It’s okay if you need to break them up into smaller steps. It’s okay if you need to change your goals. You aren’t a failure.

please don't be in love with someone else please don't have somebody waiting on you (threat)

there is no such thing as being "behind in life" but it's okay to recognise that you missed out on some things whilst you were busy surviving

karma is the guy on the chiefs

if you’re struggling lately, i hope this reaches you.

we will be okay. you will be okay. you will grow and evolve and heal. you will enjoy life again even if it’s not the same as it was the last time you were happy. you will live your life not feeling stuck. you will do more than survive. you will thrive.

It's okay if it takes a little longer than you thought.

i cannot emphasize enough how important songs and playlists are to me

anneliese and erika if they slayed

girl dinner. fattest fucking plate of pasta you've ever seen in your life

“did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion”

the inside of my head currently: ✨💜🫶🏻✨💜🫶🏻✨💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻✨💜🫶🏻✨🫶🏻💜🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💜✨✨💜🫶🏻✨💜🫶🏻💜✨💜🫶🏻✨💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜💜✨✨✨✨🫶🏻💜✨🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻✨💜🫶🏻💜✨🫶🏻💜✨💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜✨🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻✨🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜💜💜✨✨🫶🏻🫶🏻💜🫶🏻🫶🏻💜💜💜💜✨✨✨✨🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💜💜💜✨🫶🏻💜✨✨🫶🏻🫶🏻✨✨✨💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻🫶🏻💜✨✨💜✨🫶🏻🫶🏻💜✨🫶🏻🫶🏻💜✨💜🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻💜🫶🏻🫶🏻✨✨✨✨✨💜✨💜✨💜✨🫶🏻💜✨🫶🏻💜💜

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

i need all the help i can get for finals

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

DEAR FANFICTION WRITERS

Thanks for existing

DEAR ARTISTS

Thank you for everything ❤️

DEAR REBLOGGERS AND COMMENTERS

Thank you for inspiration and motivation

Lies

Pairing: Lin Ford x F!Reader Warnings: smut (p in v, face-fucking), some plot (but no spoilers for book or show), brief ref to blood (not reader’s or Lin’s tho), swearing, smoking, fluffity fluffin’ fluff, and sorry I can’t shake off the old habit of my clownass poet stuff 🤡 Word Count: ~5.2k

“You’ll probably write all this into a great big book someday. Like a love letter to Bombay.”

His blue eyes lift, from where he sits half-naked smoking a half-finished cigarette, out on the balcony of your apartment. Blink once and then lower again as he takes in the words you say.

Four stories down, the city hums to the calm rhythm of late evening: car horns honking just every so often rather than the afternoon constant, the soft croon of love songs, the closing of storefronts, handcarts plodding slowly towards home. The setting sun warms his bare skin as he leans back against the rail, casting in gold the whorls of metalwork that seem to him so frail because they aren’t caging him in and everything he lives and dreams is always relative to that dark place he’s been.

Almost everything at least. The almost is how he convinces himself that he’s free.

Lin cracks a half-smile and quits his cigarette although it isn’t finished yet. Joins you inside, leaves the door open to the balcony—open as you and he both like the door to be. Crosses the tiny room then stops to stand with the back pockets of his jeans pressed up against your desk, facing you where you’re half-reclining in your bed. “What makes you say that?”

Thoughts start drifting then because you’re such a mess. Drifting to how he’s fucked you up against that desk. And in this bed obviously. Out on that balcony, once in the middle of the night for all the stars above to see. So many times he’s fucked you right out of your head and in this moment those blue eyes are fucking you out of your body.

Makes you feel so fucking free.

Nobody honors Charlie Hunnam’s characters quite like @hotdamnhunnam