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Take care of yourself ~

Writing Timber is making these two so similar, but different in tiny, distinct little details. They're both conspiracy theorists, they're both the most insane person in any room they walk into, they use the cringiest slang, they're just Some GuyTM, they're addicted to Zestis, they're disaster bis, they're troublemakers, they're both magnets to tragedy, they're skater boys but in different ways.

But also:

Tim's first instinct in danger is to use his brain while Bernard's is to use his brawn.

Tim wins in the category of intellectual intelligence but Bernard wins in common sense.

For Tim, subtlety is everything. Bernard's never heard of it though.

Tim constantly has high expectations placed on him and usually manages to rise to the occasion. Bernard is constantly underestimated by everyone around him and that means he can occasionally surprise a couple people.

Bernard yaps a lot and goes on endless tangents about anything and everything. Tim doesn't talk much but he listens to every minuscule detail, and knows exactly how to use it against you when you least expect it.

Tim was that one guy in class who the teacher could not stand but always managed to get straight A's without trying. Bernard was the class clown that got mediocre grades but was surprisingly skilled in things he was passionate about.

Tim's a lot more reserved and calm but can make friends with just about anybody and is surprisingly laidback and snarky once you get to know him. Bernard is loud and annoying and extroverted, but he pulls back when someone gets too close and suddenly they realize he has secrets too.

Tim doesn't usually try to impress anyone romantically but he keeps managing to pull people into his orbit anyway. Bernard will flirt with anyone who breathes and ultimately fail to impress anyone.

They both love looking into mysteries but when Bernard is investigating, the What's New, Scooby Doo? theme is practically playing in the background, while for Tim, it might as well be the theme of Criminal Minds.

Tim seems all chill and put-together until you actually step into his room and wade knee-deep into punk rock dvds and mismatched socks. Bernard is visibly a mess, but he can get his shit together when it comes down to it.

Tim handles a situation by going out to take down a threat, as is the nature of a Bat. Bernard stays to tend to the wounded, because his time is Louis Grieves has scarred him and now he has to make sure what happened to Darla never happens again.

They both think of themselves as a magnet for the trouble and think of each other as a good luck charm that managed to bring the light back into their lives.

Want

I want to stop cussing. I want to stop talking to much. I want to stop sharing about me. I want to seem invisible. I want to be forgotten. I want to stop asking. I want to stop being diffrent. I want to stop caring. I want to stop thinking about things. I want to stop being overly attached. I want to let go of the past. I want to be able to forget people. I want to stop holding on to things. I want to stop doing stupid things. I want to not have a relationship. I want to be nicer. I want to stop yelling. I want to stop being a brat. I want people to want me. I want to be perfect. I want to be smart. I want to stop begging for things I can't have. ~Anon

Lonelyness

I can already see tomrrow in my eyes as I lay here at 3 am. The tiredness that will cradle me as if I'm dying within its arms. I'll lay here until I feel I can't anymore. I know I'll go to stand and fall back again as my legs give out to the pain behind my left leg. The gaping hole that will suck me in and heal back up once it's broken me down into nothing. My existence will not be anolage for my family is gone and my friends are none existent. I'll tell myself I'll clean later knowing that later never comes. And once again I'll hear the low grumble of my stomach as it begs for food i will not give it. I'll pretend that I can't hear, nor feel it as it twist my insides. Im prone to Blocking out the thoughts such as the fact I haven't had a proper meal at all this week, nor have I had proper social interaction, it seems I have forgotten how. I'm upset, I'm more than upset but not quite at the same time. I feel this feeling I haven't experienced much as of lately. But once again it's back. As if I'm it's toy to play with and it's the toddler I belong to. I'm nothing but I slave to its existence. I try to creep away, to disapear, but it's truely no use because im stuck here. My environment is diffrent and because of this. I am lost. ~Anon

Fun perk of tumblr: everytime ao3 goes down and you're like, "is that just my internet or is something wrong?" You can immediately go to the ao3 tag on tumblr to see other people screaming in agony

Things to remember: - There are so many reasons to live and things to look forward to. - If your mind is foggy and distracted, write everything down somewhere. Empty your thoughts and listen to some music. - Even if no one sees your art, writing or creations, don’t stop creating them. - Most of the things you’re scared about will never happen. - Try not to look at anyone else, just do your best. - Be kind to yourself. Make yourself a mug cake or your favorite tea, or do something you’ve been meaning to do for a while. - Don’t give up on your goals - remember why you started. - It’s okay, you still have lots of time. - Whatever you’re going through, it’s only temporary. - You’ve been through worse things. You can get through this. - Tomorrow will be a new beginning. - You will be okay, even if it may not seem like it right now.

reminders for bad days // (via flowerais)

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Tue, April 4th - 23:41

Here lately someone special to me has been struggling.  She’s been in and out of the hospital several times and now she is back in a hospital bed.  This time how ever I’m not so sure she’s going to be leaving, and this scares the life out of me. 

Growing up, and even now my grandma is the most important person in my life.  She’s a big influence on who I am and how I see things.  She always has been and always will be. 

When I was younger I used to see my grandma every week day when my mom and dad went to work,  I would go to her house at 8 every morning.  It is by far the best memories I have, even till this day ten years later.  I would do anything to reverse the clock and go back to when I was the happy little four year old who couldn’t wait to see her grandma every Monday through Friday.  She was never just my grandma, and she still isn’t.  She’s my best friend.

She’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met; well, unless you sit in her cats chair, that’s a whole other story.  She loves everything, and I don’t know anyone as open minded as her either.  She has the heart of a five year old, and maybe that’s why I love her so much. 

Growing up she always told me I could do whatever I want when I become a adult and encouraged my insane dreams.  She told me to never grow up.  My favorite thing she ever told me was that I’m however old I feel.  I heard this one quite a lot usually followed by a “I’m still five at heart”.

We used to have tea parties every morning followed by watching the kids channel on tv, which I’d catch her watching years to come even if I wasn't watching it with her.  We’d make ornaments for the Christmas tree or her refrigerator out of play-doe all year around.  We’d often move the chairs to the hallway to make a car which we’d ‘drive’ to the ‘store’ in the living room and go shopping for groceries.  we’d hop back in the ‘car’ and drive home to cook dinner.  which she usually cooked those tiny barbecue hot dogs while i made stuff on the fake wooden storage stove in the corner.  afterwards we’d listen to the wolf radio station and play with some toys by the window.  It was a everyday cycle.  My favorite part was waiting for the bus to drive past.  We’d wait everyday and then wave through the blinds as it passed. I’d even cry everyday and hide behind her recliner when my dads car pulled up outside, I never wanted to leave.

On rare days my grandma would go to her bedroom and get some bananas and some water bottles and we’d sit by the window on the floor and eat them and drink the water.  I remember her always telling me to put the cap back on the bottle which is probably why even till this day I can’t put a water bottle down without first screwing the lid back on, let alone watch other people do it.

During the summer was my favorite.  We’d go outside and sit in her backyard swing and watch the trees blow back and forth in silence.  Sometimes I got to feed the neighbors dog.  We’d also walk through her yard and pick up the gum pods that had fallen from her three gumball trees that my dad planted many years earlier.

I have two favorite memories.  The first one was when I broke her collectable small puppy.  She told me she’d be upset if I broke it.  Of course this is me we are talking about so I broke it’s tail.  I crawled under the kitchen table and bawled all day. I worried her sick, she finally found out why and she chuckled before saying she’ll glue it back together.  She quickly did so before smiling and putting it back.  I’ve never felt so bad before!  My second is more calm and simple.  My grandma got me a toy Polaroid camera,  I ran all around the house pretending to be her.  If there was one thing she was always doing, it was taking pictures of me.  She always made me feel special. 

Seeing her here lately is a completely different experience for me.  She has memory loss so she can forget me.  Yesterday she didn't recognize me, today she did.  It’s on and off.  She can’t speak very good,  It’s mostly mumbles and gibberish.  Even though all this is happening she’s still the same lady who took care of me and that I love so much.

I’m scared,  My biggest fear is losing my grandma.  My family and close friends all know this.  It’s something that scares me so much.  I’ve spent nights crying just thinking about it and I feel like its becoming a reality.  I can barely even talk about her without crying.  my dad says she’ll be lucky to make it to the end of the week.

I’m being my strongest I can be and I plan to keep being my strongest.  I’m trying to stay positive and happy, I’ve been distracting myself a lot.  I am struggling, That’s the truth.  That doesn’t mean I’m not going to keep trying my best be be happy.

This took a long time to type and a lot of tears.  I’m going to keep praying for her and hope everything gets better.  Please everyone have a safe night, and pray for your loved ones too,  I love you all.

~Anon

November

I hope everyone had a great halloween! It’s officially November now so now it’s that time of year again where everyone skips straight to christmas. Firstly I live in the us so next up is thanksgiving which is like one of the best holidays ever because I mean. Food. I am so happy for Christmas but personally I think it’s to soon. And a little update about how last night went. My sister was very upset and stressed when we went in there so I told her mum would take me trick or treating alone in the country. Of course I lied, I mainly only wanted to go with Aiden, so I went home and slept. We spent $130 on something I didn’t even get to wear. Great. Anyways I’m sure it’s no biggie. Gotta blast. ~Anon

 ♡ You will become stronger ♡