adelightfuldilemma:

Since many of you have been asking me for the codes to the previous themes (which I never give out), I decided that it was about time to do a giveaway! All of you have been such amazing followers, and I wanted to share the love :) One lucky winner will receive:

• The choice to pick ANY of my previous themes for his/her OWN blog including the theme that I’m using right now!* My previous themes can be found [here]
• A custom banner to go with the theme
• 3 Solo Promos
• A shoutout in my next video on youtube

Rules (please read):

1. You must reblog the entire post. That means the picture AND text included! You may reblog the post as many times as you want to increase your chances, but likes don’t count.
2. You must be following my blog: adelightfuldilemma.tumblr.com
3. You have to be following my youtube account: www.youtube.com/adelightfuldilemma (Did you know that you automatically have a youtube account if you have a gmail? If you don’t, it’s super easy to make!) Please message me your Youtube username once you have subscribed to my channel :)
4. For the option of entering your name once more into the giveaway, you can follow my twitter as well (but this is totally optional you guys!): @adelightdilemma

The giveaway ends on Thursday, January 31st at 6:00pm PST. I will use THIS random number generator to select the winner, and then post the screenshot after I have checked that the winner has followed all of the above rules!

Any other questions? Don’t hesitate to ask me by clicking on my ask box right [here]!

Lots of love, and good luck, Delaram

* unfortunately, ‘Spring Flowers Theme’ and the ‘Autumn Theme’ are unavailable simply because I lost the codes to them :( sorry you guys!

bur-kek:

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takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

Help, how do I-

fffff

Can’t.. I can’t…

Thanks alot you just destoryed my heart ; n;

ACTUALLY CRYING, ALSO IT WON’T BE THE SAME BECAUSE YOU’LL OPEN THE BOOK AND RE-READ THE WORDS AND THEY WILL JUST BE MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME AND YOU WILL HAVE ALL THE MEMORIES AND THE EMOTIONS AND THEY WON’T HAVE A CLUE.

So it is in my feels, to provide with more feels, the best I can.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

Rain is coming down now, it’s drenching me and I can feel the cold sting of it down to my soul. At first I don’t understand, I have no words and I stand there staring at my sky and wishing it was your sky too. All of the leaves are rustling in the wake of this melancholy storm, and all of a sudden I get it. I realize why your tears are pouring down harder and faster.

I get why the torrential drops have begun to hurt me. It isn’t your intention for them to sting, that’s just the way my world works. “Oh, I see.” I sit back down and stare at the wet ground in a sobered way. “This isn’t your first time is it? It will always be my first time, but it isn’t yours.”

Now I am scared. Now I am terrified, because I want to ask you how many times you’ve been here before. I want to know how often you visit me, but I know the answer will break my heart. Even if it is only your second time, I know you loved me enough to return. I know how hard it had to have been, remembering our story while I didn’t.

“I am so sorry, my love.” My voice is barely above a whisper, and I can’t even hear it. But that’s okay, I know you can. Glancing once more up at the sky, I notice that they’ve merged together and I can see your face.

My heart skips a beat, and my lungs ache with the breath I’ve been holding. Tears fill my eyes because I realize the view is distorted. The clouds ahead are thick and dark in some places, and I can almost see the imprint of words, long since faded by water damage.

But I knew it wasn’t really water. It was your tears. You’ve been here so many times that your tears have nearly blurred out our ending. “I wish you wouldn’t cry. You can’t possibly imagine what your pain does to me. I feel like I’m failing you, by being stuck here.”

I don’t know how many tears these last few pages can take before the words are illegible. The thought would have been comforting knowing you would no longer be able to read the pages that cause you so much distress. But I know you too well, and I know this entire book has been committed to memory.

“Please, my love…please forgive me.” I beg, I plead. I need this, I need to be forgiven because in a few moments I won’t remember you at all. “I wish I didn’t have to forget.” A gust of wind picks up, howling through nearby foliage and rustling my hair. I close my eyes and in the breeze I can hear your voice.

A sob escapes my mouth, but I feel redeemed.  Your voice clings in my head and even though my eyes are shut I can feel the darkness setting in. I repeat your words in my mind, chanting them like a personal mantra.

“It’s okay darling, I don’t blame you. I love you so much, and I can’t wait to meet you again.”

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Baby and Buddha.