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Game Changer & Make Some Noise
Kiana Khansmith
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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todays bird
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pixel skylines
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
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Xuebing Du
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
YOU ARE THE REASON
Game of Thrones Daily
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@asexualpoppunk-blog
Feels like they’re putting less meat in the hot pockets these days
only one way to fix this
By seizing the means of production so the rich can stop producing smaller amounts for higher prices?
why didn't you say this before i buirnd my bits
Hey this blog is ten years old! I'm 23 and engaged now ! I'm moving out of my house this month!! I'm
So happy - anyone who was following this blog because you related to how depressed I was I just wanted to say!! I'm okay I made it and I'm happier than ever
It's worth the journey I love you all
(And I'm still blogging over @vastveridian)
HEY THIS BLOG IS PRETTY DEAD BUT IT’S OWNER IS STILL ON HERE !!
oh gosh ... I havent used this blog since early HS
if you guys still want to follow me my new blog is @lumophobia -
I shut down this blog because I was depressed and had really bad dysphoria
all the discourse on my dash was terrible and i couldn't open my tumblr anymore
my new tumblr content wise isnt much different although i have embraced my families pagan heritage so that’s on there ...
my pronouns have changed since I shut down the blog tho I think it has been a very long time
I hope I see some of ya’ll on there it’s a real rad place I miss all those sweet messages I used to get lol
Also if you guy’s are still looking to get those icons made I could still make them - probably better now im really good with illustrator and Photoshop - my blog is still an inclusive place an now is pretty much discourse free so
if your’re into that head on over !
mulan dont give a shit
mulan has run out of fucks to give
Mulan no curr
Mulan: “Gurl had it coming.”
Mulan: ” One less bitch, to worry about “
Mulan: “Who’s next?”
Mulan: “Look at all that dishonor”
I’M LAUGHING TO HARD AT THIS OMG
MULAN NO CURR
Mulan: Are you fucking serious Snow
Mulan: I fought in a motherfucking war
Mulan: I saved motherfucking China
Mulan: And you get taken down by a motherfucking apple
DISHONOUR ON YOU! DISHONOUR ON YOUR COW!
If one day I no longer reblog this it’s because I’m no longer in this world.
Praying is swell and all, but you can also preemptively donate to Hurricane Patricia relief organizations, such as ShelterBox or the Red Cross so that Mexico can receive immediate assistance. And please feel free to reblog this with additional and/or better donation links, as I could only do a cursory Google search while at work.
This storm is going to be really, bad. Help if you can.
Things Public School Kids Take Way Too Seriously
Jeopardy
Review Games
Kickball
Spirit Week
Pizza party’s
Hey fuck you pizza parties are great
the moment when the fire drill alarm went off
Someone should make an app called ‘Netflix and Chill’ that matches you with local singles who like the same shows as you
This is great until u realize I'm a film student who watches horror movies and the blacklist
As much as I want this
I don't want this
The summer I turned twenty, I cut off all my hair, got wicked drunk and took shots at the stars, kissed a girl for the first time. I didn’t fall in love, but I tried to. It was the summer where three people died— where tragedy was never more than two weeks away from itself. First, it was Allison’s brother. Then, Mary’s fiancée. Then, my father. One. Two. Three. The men in our lives, gone in a heartbeat— too much death under one roof, too much emptiness for the Texas sun to lay claim to. We dug up parts of ourselves we could never put back in the ground, that summer. We learned that sometimes people wear grief too differently to hold one another: that no one knows what to say because condolences don’t pry nails out of coffins, that tombstones are not grave-markers for the dead, but stone slabs the living carry on their shoulders. We learned that the aftermath of death is unique as a fingerprint. Allison’s was brave. Mary’s was quiet. And mine, mine was furious— I wasn’t done with him, yet. There were too many battles left unfinished— this was not how I wanted to win the war. Grief looks ugly in the mouth of a girl still relearning how to love her father. It is a useless extra limb on the body of someone with ten years of bad blood to make up for. When you know your father as little more than sickness in a skin-suit, there is nowhere for the rage to go when you’ve lost him. I didn’t speak at the funeral because I couldn’t trust myself to be kind and much as I wanted to be angry at my father, his memory didn’t deserve that. My mother didn’t deserve that. See, there is this impossible love that children carry even for the parents that hurt them, and I remember what he was like before the pain and the medication got the best of him. And I just wanted to be good enough for that man. To everyone who knew me when my father was alive— to my mother, especially. I am sorry for the rage I hung my shoulders with. I am sorry for becoming all the worst parts of him. I’m sorry that I went looking for a place to bury all that heartache and that I became graveyard, instead. But the one who taught me loud, the one who taught me chaos and thunder and boom was Dad. And I learned it well. I didn’t have Dad’s excuse: how the medication wore my father’s face for him: shook my home down to its foundations then left when there was nothing left to lay waste to. I just kicked and screamed and rattled hoping that someone would hear me. I am quiet, now. Dad is quiet now. And sometimes I miss the way his voice could fill the house.
THE SUMMER I TURNED TWENTY by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
Praying is swell and all, but you can also preemptively donate to Hurricane Patricia relief organizations, such as ShelterBox or the Red Cross so that Mexico can receive immediate assistance. And please feel free to reblog this with additional and/or better donation links, as I could only do a cursory Google search while at work.
me: [reaches the gates of the underworld]
me: [sees cerberus]
me: puppy!!!! puppy! :D !!!! pup
cerberus: :D! :D! :D!
Studio portrait of an African American female equestrian from the late 1880s. Now that’s how to wear a top hat.
via Black History Album, The Way We Were
dont let your white friends convince u to fuck with spirits this halloween
over fifty thousand unironic, uncritical reblogs. a handy reminder that neurotypicals don’t want to accomodate you or stop treating you as abnormal. fuckers.
Speaking as a sufferer of depression/anxiety: It’s unnecessary and attention-seeking. Get over yourself
“ Speaking as a sufferer of depression/anxiety “
so not, you know, someone with a personality disorder, and therefore without the particular stigma attached to those. hm.
I hate it when people with only depression/anxiety try to speak over all other more severe illnesses. stay in ur fckn lane
asexualpoppunk
I honestly cannot get over how disgusting this site is like You're calling someone attention seeking for being open about their illness / disorder? How toxic can you fucking be? Like everyone here is so up their own ass I can't believe you haven't suffocated yet like - was someone else's side bar bothering you /so/ much that you just /had/ to say some shit about it? No but you felt like it was 100% your place to "Anxiety and depression" lemme tell you that shit cannot compare to a personality disorder or a mental disability - being open about who we are and what we have isn't attention seeking - it Just isn't hiding from disgusting ass mother fuckers like you Literally everyone on this website has some petty ass damaging opinion that they should just keep to themselves until they get educated or die because honestly do you really need to be another asshole making someone feel bad ? No but you feel entitled to do that - you feel like somehow it's your right to verbally abuse and belittle the way that marginalized people live their lives because you don't have to live that way and some how it makes you better then us and we deserve to be made fun of for anything we do or any way we act just so you can cling to your own entitlement - Fuck you thatnewkindoffamous andrewbreital and fuck this website
from the amazing hyperelasticzebra.tumblr.com
[picture of a Siamese cat’s head against a triangle-sectioned background with many shades of blue. Top line of text reads: Fatigue || Bottom line of text reads: so much fatigue]
So relevant now that I'm back to school
Nickname: Views
This is really old - but - This is interesting
