I’m legit convinced that sending asks on Tumblr is the most awkward thing in the world. I’m so sorry….. “OTL
Hi everyone! I just made a new blog here and I’m asking for your help.
This blog will contain people’s submissions, stories, and experiences on how they ended up falling in love with someone else.
I want to know the answer to the following question:
"How did you know you love them?"
If you have a personal experience and would like to share, send a submission or an ask! I don’t bite and your help will be much appreciative. Thank you!!
You’re not looking far enough into the future, that’s why you’re losing. The one who wins is the one who sees the furthest. When one sees far one can put things in perspective.
Bratja from Fullmetal Alchemist.
Wow, I watched this series like 3 times and it wasn’t until yesterday that I noticed this beautiful song is sung in Russian…
Any advice for a first time Daddy Dom?
You’ll see a lot of Doms taking about their sub serving them and doing things for them but don’t go down that path. You are not the king and she your servant. You are the knight and she’s your princess. Treat her as such. Kneel before her in awe. Love her tenderly. Treasure her. Give her guidance and always keep her safe. Respect her above all else. Do right by her.
There’s a only one rule you must obey to be a good Daddy Dom: Treat your little like you would want a man to treat your daughter.
Shower her with love, adoration, and praise. Encourage her to do her best and catch her when she falls. She’s your world so be her Atlas. Hold her up and give her all of your strength and support. Be chivalrous. Be a gentleman. She’s a princess after all and she’s your princess above all else. Let her know she’s yours and that she’s the most important gift in your life because she is.
Be passionate. Be confident. A little needs to feel secure in your presence. Prove to her that she’s at her safest when she’s with you. Hold her hand. Travel and explore with her. D/s is a journey. Take her with you and be bold for her. Discover the lifestyle together. Let it make you closer.
A little loves to please. Don’t abuse this. Don’t guilt her into getting what you want. Remember that you’re her knight. You’re here to serve her wants, needs, and desires before your own. Her best interests always come before your own. Don’t worry about not getting what you desire. A happy and loved little makes it her mission to be everything you could ever ask for. She’ll open her heart and mind to you in ways you cannot fathom. But this submission is hard earned. Don’t ever demand, force, or coerce her submission or you will never have it. Once you betray her trust you will never have it again. At least not in it’s entirety.
That’s good relationship advice in general.
That’s a lot of notes. Let’s all date each other. Everyone get into groups of two.
Let’s do the math then.
with 841,518 reblogs that would be 420,279 couples.
cAN I GET MINE IN PINK PLS
everytime I see this post it has an even amount of notes, I guess I’m just doomed to be alone forever
Virgos value friendships and their close relationships, so they will often go above and beyond to help their dear
ones out. However, it may sometimes come to a point where it feels like they are trying to control their friends, which is simply not true.
never not reblog
And then there’s good ol’ America
This actually makes me so angry. The truth is right here and people see it and brush it aside. We really could make things better. But no, America apparently wants to suck forever.
I just wanna say, some of the best teachers I’ve ever had don’t have a master’s degree. I honestly think that I would have dropped out of High school if these teachers weren’t here.
“Mother,” I slowly repeated in Korean. “I am not a boy. I am a girl. I am transgender.” My face reddened, and tears blurred my vision. I braced myself for her rejection and the end to a relationship that had only begun.
Silence again filled the room. I searched my mother’s eyes for any signs of shock, disgust or sadness. But a serene expression lined her face as she sat with ease on the couch. I started to worry that my words had been lost in translation. Then my mother began to speak.
“Mommy knew,” she said calmly through my friend, who looked just as dumbfounded as I was by her response. “I was waiting for you to tell me.”
“Birth dream,” my mother replied. In Korea some pregnant women still believe that dreams offer a hint about the gender of their unborn child. “I had dreams for each of your siblings, but I had no dream for you. Your gender was always a mystery to me.”
I wanted to reply but didn’t know where to begin. My mother instead continued to speak for both of us. “Hyun-gi,” she said, stroking my head. “You are beautiful and precious. I thought I gave birth to a son, but it is OK. I have a daughter instead.”
part of me wants to wear leather jackets and red lipstick and be super sexy and break boys’ hearts but then I also want to wear sundresses and be sweet and cute and shy and giggly but a different part of me wants to be beautiful and smart and mysterious and another part of me just wants to sit in bed and watch netflix while I eat pizza