#it gets better
“Maybe I’ll be okay.
Without your smile
Your easy company.
Maybe I’ll be okay,
without your little laugh
and the warmth of your affection
blanketing me.
Maybe I’ll be okay
without your name on my phone
Day After Day.
Maybe I’ll be okay
Without you.”
- Hold tight.
hi! i started this tumblr account when i was 15, and i’m 20 now. i just came to look back on everything and i’m so proud of myself. keep your head up, life gets better. a few years back i didn’t plan on living much longer but now i’ve been in a happy relationship for two years, we moved away from our hometown together, adopted two cats, and i’m a full time artist. wow. life is amazing. and i believe in every one of you and all the positivity i put out on this page. (btw my small biz is @gonelucidart on instagram and gonelucidart.com)
Title: It Gets Better - First Choice
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2,537
Warnings: Depression, Anxiety. Feeling hopeless, Fluff.
@quiddy-writes had asked me what my favourite character to write was and my favourite trope or whatever it be, and asked me to do something with it as her request. So thank you to Katie!
Summary: Y/N calls Jensen late one night, things are getting too tough for her to handle on her own and she’s in desperate need of someone. Even if it’s a co-star. Sometimes, we all need a friend.
A/N: I guess this one is personal. Special thank you to a co-worker, who talked through some of this with me and made me feel normal.. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
This is going to be a mini series. Because you can’t fix everything overnight.
The phone rang three times until you heard the deep gruff voice at the other end. You weren’t even sure you should be calling him. It was late for one, and the likelihood of waking him up were high up there, even though he did answer. Then there was the fact that he probably had to get up at a decent hour to get to work in the morning, which was another thing to take into consideration. Why did you think this was a good idea?”
“Hello? Y/N, you there?” his voice rang through.
i needed this so bad.
La nostalgia miente, lo mejor aún puede estar por venir…
I’m still alive. I made it through 18 years of life when I thought I wouldn’t have made it through 15. Recently had an interview on national radio and will be a grand marshall of a pride parade down the country. I’m helping future generations of LGBTI+ youth in Ireland for being a part of the youth panel. I did my leaving cert. I finished school. I travelled all over the place, in fact I just came home from a night trip to NYC/NJ. Kids, it gets so much better.
So save face and get fucked
As part of the recently-out-and-easily-emotionally-touched-crew, this picture of Pete close to tears on his first birthday with Chasten speaks to me.