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Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Don’t be pushed by your problems. Be led by your dreams.”

“He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.”

J.K. Rowling

“Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all, in which case you have failed by default.”

“I would like to be remembered as someone who did the best she could with the talent she had.”

John Green

“What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?”

“If you don’t imagine, nothing ever happens at all.”

“At some point, you just pull off the Band-Aid, and it hurts, but then it’s over and you’re relieved.”

“In spite of it all, hope is not misguided.”

Ernest Hemingway

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.”

“The first and final thing you have to do in this world is to last it and not be smashed by it.”

“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.” 

Marilyn Monroe

“Sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” 

Dalai Lama

“Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck.”

Unknown

“What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.”

“Happiness is not the absence of problems, it’s the ability to deal with them.”

“Decide that you want it more than you are afraid of it.”

“Adventure may hurt you, but monotony will kill you.”

inspiration

Other people’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

Les Brown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

“Don’t be the reason someone feels insecure. Be the reason someone feels seen, heard and supported.”

— Cleo Wade

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A Holiday Story

So this is a Chistmas story my mom told me while I was home recently and i thought y’all might enjoy.

So, one Christmas back in the 60′s, my great-grandmother was reminiscing about Christmas in England, and how they used to have pheasant for Christmas, but Ohio sucks and they’d never get to do something like that.

Well Shit!  goes my grandfather,  them woods are full of pheasants, I’ll get you one.  So grandpa and a dubiously related man named “uncle popeye” went out with shotguns to get great-grandma a pheasant for Christmas dinner.

They’re gone for a LONG time.  according to mom, they were basically expecting grandpa and Popeye to be gone for a few hours and come back with a store-bought chicken and apologies.

Instead, they come back eight hours later, covered in mud and freezing cold from the Cleveland winter, but Surprise!  they have a Pheasant.  Great-grandma gives them a lecture about staying out so long and worrying her, but agrees to dress the bird so they can all have a traditional English Roast Pheasant.   Grandpa and Popeye retire to the living room to drink beer and talk about what great woodsmen they are when Great-grandma screams from the kitchen. “TOM!!”  She bellows and literally every male in the house jumps because literally every man has been named “Tom” for three generations at that point.  “THERE’S NO BULLET HOLE IN THIS BIRD.”

They both look massively sheepish and eventually admit that they hadn’t had much luck finding pheasants in the woods and were about to go to the store to get her a chicken when they… backed over the pheasant.

“Then what were you idiots doing in the woods for eight hours?” “We weren’t out there for THAT long-” Popeye starts before grandpa decks him.    Grandma and Great-grandma have to menace them with wooden spoons to get the truth out, but eventually they take thier oversize hiking boots off to reveal bandages. Turns out they had only been in the woods for Two hours looking for pheasants before LITERALLY tripping over one, and they both reflexively aim at the ground and… Shoot each other in the foot.  They hadn’t backed over the Pheasant in the woods.  They’d backed over it in the Hospital parking lot.

And that’s the story of how my great-grandmother made a Roast Pheasant and the ladies of the house got to eat the whole thing while Grandpa and Popey had to watch.

Kiss your own fingertips, and hug your own curves. You are made of waves and honey and spicy pepper when it’s necessary. You ARE a goddess, I hope you haven’t forgotten.

Emery Allen (via love-empowerment)

Have you ever realized that people go crazy over sparkling vampires in Twilight, but there are vampires with epic nosebleeds in anime, and we're just totally fine with it?

Something that needs to be said, over and over again

PSA

I love every fanfiction author on earth !!! Thank you so much for using your own time to provide us with a free(!) story to read that is 10x better than every book I have read put in one!

For long fic writers: Your detailed fics are so amazing and you amaze me every single time with the amount of research and time you have put into your beautiful works! Whether I am looking to kill time or just want something to distract me you have provided me with that, and I am so glad we have writers like you!

For short fic writers: Your fluffy/angsty/smutty/all of the above fics are so nice to read after a long day! When I just need something small because I don’t have the energy for something long, you wrote something for yourself and shared it with us, and I am so glad that we have writers like you!

If you write fluff; Thank you so much! I love reading your self-indulgent fics. They are so sweet and adorable and those characters definitely would do that.

If you write angst; Thank you so much! I love reading your painful fics. I’m always excited to see how it will end and if things will ever get better.

If you write smut; Thank you so much! I love reading your own fantasies(or realities, or just what you chose to write). They make me smile and blush.

If you write romance; Thank you so much! I love reading about my otp falling in love over and over. Even if it is cliché, it’s also unique and I’m still  surprised each time.

If you write about platonic relationships; Thank you so much! I love reading about my favorite best friends and siblings. You bring something not often seen and your courage is amazing.

If you write crack; Thank you so much! I love reading your random fics. They make me laugh time and time again and even if they are weird and ooc, they are amazing too.

If you write anything else; THANK YOU SO MUCH! Whatever it is you write, it is amazing and I love it. 

I know my singular opinion doesn’t mean much when there are millions of people on this earth, but I want it to be heard!

I LOVE FANFICION WRITERS. YA’LL ARE THE REAL MVPS.

The finest steel has to go through the hottest fire.

APH | Nyo!Germany.

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Victorian Language of Flowers - Floriography

Flurs , Wirt( 1831), Shoberl( 1839), Waterman( 1840), Edgarton Mayo( 1843), The Flowers Personified( 1847), Dumont( 1853), Language and Sentiment( 1866?), Tyas( 1869), Greenaway( 1884), Diffenbaugh( 2011), Victorian Bazaar, aka, season, Sci. name?, origin( on Earth) abatina, fickleness abeceda...

Behold! The grand chart for flower language compiled by @hasty-touch & @halonic. After being introduced to it, a number of folks have taken to using bouquets, delivered within Ishgard (and perhaps without) to convey messages. Can confirm that House Pepin delivers discretely and provides excellent service.