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as much as we all loved to bash the Supergirl writing team I really do have to admit “I want you to know with certainty that while I came from poison, you came from love. And if the rest of this family stands steadily in darkness, you will always fall into the light.” was a really good fucking line. 

what do you do when you're lonely?

It depends. There are different kinds of lonely, aren’t there?

There’s the quiet kind. It’s almost light. It’s the soft realisation that nobody has understood you for quite a while - in fact, you’re not really sure when you last felt understood. It settles around you like a blanket and you let it. It’s a return to familiarity.

When I feel like this, I go for a walk, or write a poem, and think a lot. Usually, I realise that it is an impossible task to expect anybody to understand me completely but I am understandable in fragments to different people at different times and that is okay. The most important thing is that I understand myself.

There is the specific kind. When you feel isolated or left out or unloved by a particular person or group of people. When you don’t understand why. When you feel that there must be something wrong with you, something different or awkward that makes you difficult to love. It’s heavy and shameful.

When I feel like this, I think about my perceived differences and realise that I have people in my life who are grateful for them. I think about whether I am truly being excluded or whether I’ve just interpreted a situation in that way because of my defense mechanisms. And I talk to my loved ones because everybody needs a reminder that they’re loveable from time to time.

Finally, there is a violent kind of lonely. It is desperate. Chronic. Hopeless. For me, it accompanies a period of being continuously misunderstood. Being called selfish when you were trying to be selfless. Being called cruel when you thought you were acting out of kindness. Being called defensive when you were trying to communicate. Being told you didn’t care when you know you did. It isolates you from everyone, even you from yourself. This is when you begin to wonder whether people really mean it when they say they love you.

I think this kind of loneliness can only be solved by looking deep inside and trusting yourself to be who you think you are. To have conviction that you are kind, and compassionate, and imperfect, but good. And to know that you are loveable because of these things.

All of the artwork I’ve illustrated inspired by The Last of Us. I’m not ready for the finale.

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The Crain Kids + smiles

The best thing for me? How Andrew Garfield got a chance to redeem his character, a proper way to say goodbye, an ending that will make him proud and happy instead of sad and disappointed.

I can’t stop thinking about how his eyes were shining all the time. How his happiness radiated from him. How he got to be side by side with his hero (Tobey) and be spiderman with him! To get his ‘blessing’ (“you are amazing!”).

About his character: how he got his hope back, his colors back. Meeting the other Parkers was so important for all of them but him most of all. How saving MJ from the exact same accident he lost Gwen to was heartbreakingly healing. You could see it, Andrew nailed his acting here. The absolute pain he felt, the ‘I could’ve saved her too’ mixed with ‘at least I saved MJ, and this Peter won’t have to go through that’.

Andrew got a chance to make things right for himself, and he did it graciously. He gave all of himself and I am so absolutely proud and happy for him. For me, this was the best thing in a film full of great things. I just… you deserve it, Andrew and amazing!Peter. You both deserve it!

cmon girlies we’re picking out a 10k+ single chapter fic on ao3 to read stomach down head turned towards our phones held next to our pillows as we move only our thumbs to scroll until our sedatives knock us out

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned