s/o to my anxiety for keeping my impulsivity in check
and to my impulsivity for breaking through my anxiety
#my brain is an intricate ecosystem which is on fire

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s/o to my anxiety for keeping my impulsivity in check
and to my impulsivity for breaking through my anxiety
#my brain is an intricate ecosystem which is on fire
And after a long day of lecturing, Professor Pup just couldn’t keep his eyes open.
a moment of silence for all the internet friends who you lost track of years ago and still think about sometimes
NickJonas7 on club penguin, if you’re out there…
me: haha why do people always yell at the tv when they watch sports? you know the football players can’t hear you, right?
me watching chopped:
can you believe people sit down and, they sit down and they turn on country music…..and they listen to it and they have a good time.
can u believe that some people actually have different music tastes then you?
i know it’s you tim mcgraw
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a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.”
my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!”
me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.
I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.
this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.
i love you so much it scares me. everyone else i’ve trusted has found some way to use me. to take all they can get from me. what if you’re the same. what if one day i wake up and you’re gone. what if tomorrow is the last day i get to kiss you. what if in ten years i look back and i feel sick at the thought of you.
The Tables Have Turned
I want you to look at the last three gifs. Misha is playing this so well cause you can see a certain disappointment - like he wished to hear something else. Cas of course appreciates that he’s a brother to Dean cause he knows how much that means to Dean. To Dean his family is his world and being a part of this means a lot. But when you look at his expression in this scene he seems so sad and disappointed that Dean can’t see that he is more than just a brother to Cas he is his whole life the only thing why he keeps doing what he’s doing. And his eyes wandering slowly to Deans hand like he wants to grab it and hold it just to let him know how he feels but then he regrets that thought because he knows now that he’s “just” a brother to Dean.
The three most important thing to me are: love, trust and loyalty, and they all must go together as one.
Because even if there’s someone out there you loves and trust you, they can still chose someone better. A person they deem to love more and trust more – there’s no loyalty.
Because even if there’s someone out there who loves you and is loyal, doesn’t necessarily mean that they will trust you with all their secrets. There will always be secrets and lies.
Because even if there’s someone out there who have your trust and loyalty, doesn’t mean that you have to love them, it could just be a sign of respect.
But when you have all three together, that’s when the best partnerships are created. In my opinion, a relationship will lasts longer if you have all three – no matter how hard it is to actually find.
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