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CINNAMON MAUVE UMBER SAFFRON TIMBERWOLF PLUM TANGERINE CRIMSON

Send me a color to describe what you feel about me

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. 
MAUVE = You are really talented
UMBER = I want to know more about you
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
PLUM = I’d like to chat with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!

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{ Aww, thank you so much! Means a lot that people like my blog and what I do. }

Black, Green, Blue, Grey, Teal, Rainbow, Scarlet, Maroon, Periwinkle, Mauve, Blush, Indigo, Fuchsia, Vermilion, Lavender, Coral, Razzmatazz, Saffron, Timberwolf, Fallow, Tangerine, Chartreuse, Burgundy -- but ew no I don't want to talk to you.

Send me a color to describe what you feel about me

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.
MAROON = You taught me something new. 
PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh
MAUVE = You are really talented
BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. 

INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time
FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold
VERMILION = You make me feel passionate
LAVENDER = You inspire me
CORAL = You’re a meme
RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you
SAFFRON = I love your ideas
TIMBERWOLF = I trust you
FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you
TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic
CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie
BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

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See what your followers think of you.

gem-power:

thebookblr:

jameshoffer:

BLACK = I would date you.
GREEN = I think you’re cute.
BLUE = You are my tumblr crush.
GREY = I wish you would notice me.
PURPLE = I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
TEAL = We have a lot in common.
YELLOW = I don’t know you at all.
ORANGE = I don’t like your blog.
BROWN = I don’t like you.
PINK = I think you are unattractive.
RED = I hate you with a burning passion.
WHITE = You scare me.
RAINBOW = BED PLZ.

Okay I’m gonna add more meaningful colors because this list is inadequate.

SCARLET = You have influenced my decision/thoughts on something.

MAROON = You taught me something new. 

CINNAMON = You’re a really cool person and admire you from afar. 

PERIWINKLE = You make me laugh

MAUVE = You are really talented

BLUSH = Seeing you on my dash makes my day a little better. 

Actually I’m gonna add a few too

CYAN = We have very little in common

THISTLE = I only just started following you

INDIGO = I’ve been following you for a long time

FUCHSIA = Your blog content is gold

COPPER = Your blog content is trash (and I love it)

VERMILION = You make me feel passionate

HONEYDEW = I want to call you by a nickname

LAVENDER = You inspire me

CORAL = You’re a meme

UMBER = I want to know more about you

FORGET-ME-NOT = You remind me of somebody

RAZZMATAZZ = I would share my favorite food with you

ARSENIC = I don’t know how to describe the way I feel about you

WINE = You make me feel kinda funny, like when we used to climb the rope in gym class

SAFFRON = I love your ideas

TIMBERWOLF = I trust you

FALLOW = I want to run through the Northern wilderness barefoot with you

PLUM = I’d like to chat with you

TANGERINE = I love your aesthetic

SAGE = You make me cry

CRIMSON = We should collaborate on something!

VIRIDIAN = I wanna hang out on your blog

CHARTREUSE = You’re my homie

BURGUNDY = I get excited when I see posts from you

(Source: omgreblog-blog)

Arthur

Alfred had always been an insolent boy. Although he may have matured, grown, and developed attractive attributes in his adolescence, some things would never change — it appeared that he would never learn to hold his tongue. How dreadfully rude.   

Don’t you dare tell me how it’s done, Alfred, Arthur said peevishly, although there was no real bite to his tone. Alfred was right to be alarmed; he rarely cooked for himself, let alone for others, and he had been unsure of how long he was supposed to leave the frozen meat patties in the pan. As a result, the pleasant aroma of cooking meat began to transform into the unmistakably acrid, pungent scent of burnt food.

Arthur watched aghast as Alfred swiftly flipped the patties, just in time to prevent the ring of charred meat from spreading any closer to the centre. His corners of his mouth turned downward sullenly and his brows pulled into a frown. Ahem, yes, well…I suppose that that’s what happens when you distract someone with your constant chatter.

Alfred couldn’t help but laugh at Arthur and the way he tried to defend himself and the awful cooking. Alfred should have known better than to ask the Brit to cook for him, if anyone he should have known by now what a terrible cook he was, and unless Alfred actually wanted to eat burnt food asking the Englishman wasn’t the right choice. With that said, he still asked, one of the reasons being that he enjoyed watching the other in the kitchen, or doing simple tasks. Could be something as simple as making tea. Truth be told, Alfred still enjoyed the food the Englishman made, though during the years he got to know what good cooking tasted like. 

 Humming in content as the scent of burnt food quickly disappeared, Alfred then turned to look at Arthur who no longer was in control of the kitchen, Alfred was. Alfred was; patiently waiting for the meat patties to be flipped once more. Listening to the other complaint with a bright smile on his lips.         Oh? Do you want to continue the cooking Arthur? I guess I just didn’t want my food burnt, so I felt like I had to help out.  

Of course, everything had been said with the touch of a joke. Continuing his humming Alfred turned his attention back at the food in front of him, as he seemed to enjoy himself very much, just cooking, though he would still like it very much if Arthur continued the cooking, cause he was lazy and didn’t actually want to do anything right now, also knowing that Arthur enjoyed to be in the kitchen.

(Source: vallcyboy)

overwhelmedsuggestion:

I AM TRYING OKAY? I AM TRYING SO DAMN HARD. AND I KNOW IM HURTING EVERYONE BUT I CANT SEEM TO GET BETTER

Anonymous wondered:
Who would you consider your best friend?

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  My best friend? That’s a tough question, because I do see a lot of people and nation as my friends, and having to point one out is very difficult. But if I have to I would probably say my brother, Canada. He’s my bro, bro.