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Anonymous asked:

You met Mads? Cool. You didn't deserve to meet him, honestly.





Wow, are you fucking serious?

I don’t know who you think you are, but let me tell you that I absolutely did deserve to meet him. This past weekend has been one of the happiest weekends of my life, and I both needed and deserved everything that happened. 

I don’t know where you get off telling me that I don’t deserve to meet my idol and someone who I have looked up to, and honestly who has helped me through a really hard time that I had a few months back. Someone who has helped me become introduced to some of the greatest people in my life right now. Someone whose work has encouraged me to be who I am and who I want to be, for myself. Because you’re absolutely wrong. 

Seriously, this is the absolute rudest thing ever and I don’t know what to say to you besides fuck off and I’m sorry that you’re jealous I got to meet my idol wow 

Okay, I really try not to get angry about rude anons. And so far, luckily, I’ve been able to laugh off any that have come my way.


Saying this sort of shit to one of the sweetest people I’ve had the privilege to get to know, someone I am lucky to call a friend, has made me feel a bit postal.

Even if Cait wasn’t my friend, even if I had never talked to her, I would still be angry. Who thinks it is okay to say things like this?

How dare you think you have any say in what someone does or does not deserve.

This is seriously one of the most pathetic things I’ve seen. It is…sad. It is rude. Mads appears to be a lovely person and it seems that everyone who met him had an amazing time. He really seems to enjoy his fans and I highly doubt that he would appreciate people saying things like this.


Oh gosh love you’re the sweetest ever and I just want you to know that. <3

That anonymous was just freakin’ jealous. I am glad you stood up to them. 

Holy shit what is wrong with you Anon? I DON’T follow Cait, (though now I’m going to because your blog looks rad, kiddo) but there is ZERO reason to send her an ask like that! you don’t deserve to even speak to people because you are a rude little troll.

Ugh, anons like that make me so ANGRY! I mean, really? What is the point of being like that?

Here I came to the very edge
where nothing at all needs saying,
everything is absorbed through weather and the sea,
and the moon swam back,
its rays all silvered,
and time and again the darkness would be broken
by the crash of a wave,
and every day on the balcony of the sea,
wings open, fire is born,
and everything is blue again like morning.
Pablo Neruda, “It is Born”, in On the Blue Shore of Silence: Poems of the Sea”, translated by Alastair Reid (via hiddenshores)

When you are 13 years old,
the heat will be turned up too high
and the stars will not be in your favor.
You will hide behind a bookcase
with your family and everything left behind.
You will pour an ocean into a diary.
When they find you, you will be nothing
but a spark above a burning bush,
still, tell them
Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

When you are 14,
a voice will call you to greatness.
When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
They don’t know the sound
of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
use your sword, use your two good hands.
Do not let their doubting
drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
like a broken heart.

When you are 15, you will be punished
for learning too proudly. A man
will climb onto your school bus and insist
your sisters name you enemy.
When you do not hide,
he will point his gun at your temple
and fire three times. Three years later,
in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
you will stand before the leaders of the world
and tell them your country is burning.

When you are 16 years old,
you will invent science fiction.
The story of a man named Frankenstein
and his creation. Soon after you will learn
that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
than monsters, but don’t worry.
You will be remembered long after
they have put down their torches.

When you are 17 years old,
you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
one right after the other.
Men will be afraid of the lightening
in your fingertips. A few days later
you will be fired from the major leagues
because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
leading Lewis and Clark
across North America.

You will turn 18 
and become queen of the Nile.

You will turn 18 
and bring justice to journalism.

You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
trembling before your own greatness.

This is your call to leap.

There will always being those
who say you are too young and delicate
to make anything happen for yourself.
They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
of your own heartbeat.

You are the first drop of a hurricane.
Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
by all the little girls still living in secret,
writing oceans made of monsters and
throwing like lightening.

You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
The world laid out before you to set on fire.
All you have to do
is burn.

For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
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