when you say something awkward and stupid in a social situation that probably no one will remember except you for the rest of time
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when you say something awkward and stupid in a social situation that probably no one will remember except you for the rest of time
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
i'm sorry i never did your tag game. i love you
God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter
every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud
this is what everything feels like rn
years of scientific research
*becomes a knight strictly because the local bard is cute, and I want him to write songs about me*
*becomes a bard strictly because the local knight is cute and I want to write songs about him*
*becomes the village idiot because of a chemical deposit in the well behind my house*
*becomes the evil wizard because the local strong knight is cute and I want to get beaten by them.*
*dumps my evil chemicals in the well behind some random dude’s house*
june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be good june will be
Sometimes "rarepair" means "you are literally the only person who posts about this on tumblr dot com" and you have to learn to be okay with that.
whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls
you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.
this image made me so sad I had to clean him and give him a hot cocoa
TSC Character Showdown 5, Round 2
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how to stop feeling guilty for everything all the time tutorial
Thinking about jem carstairs again because the boy who loved everyone around him so deeply, who cared so much and had his ability to love and to feel dampened for a century
Adding on to this because despite all that he still never forgot to care. He still managed to empathize with others even though his own feelings were taken away from him
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
i love how you read matthias through the others’ povs in the first half of six of crows and he’s this unstable boy who hates all of them, wants at least two of them dead, and seems one bad hour away from betraying them all and crawling back to his genocidal maniac commander daddy.
and then you get to matthias’s chapters and he’s just,