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I’ve met people who have never truly met me.
cosmic-bliss (via wordsnquotes)
I’m a very private person. You don’t ask, I don’t tell.
(via annalisewrites)
where’s my oscar for acting like i’m not falling apart
— What is your problem? — Who knows, I have so many.
Daniel C. L. (via alterated)
It hurts to fake a smile, but I do it anyway to prove that I’m stronger than I really am. To prove that I still exist.
The pain is still unbearable sometimes // littlemissimaginary (via wnq-writers)
I never healed I just learnt to carry the burden
I am a healer. I help people in the hopes that one day I will learn how to heal myself, too.
gracieth7 (via wnq-writers)
I wanted to talk about it. Damn it. I wanted to scream. I wanted to yell. I wanted to shout about it. But all I could do was whisper, ‘I’m fine.’
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best of kurt hummel
random quotes from books & stuff meme
“I feel like it’s November first, and I’m that discarded jack-o’-lantern whose heart and guts are splattered all over the boulevard of broken promises.”
“I swear, you are the only person I know who makes decisions based on what will provide the best material for a diary.”
“All I really want to do today is go to the book store, drink coffee and read.”
“I had chosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.”
“They’re called hormones.”
“We’d have really pretty babies, huh?”
“I’ll have to act out by wearing lots of eyeliner and doing the drugs.”
“In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move.”
“I just wanted…to kiss you good-bye.”
“Tell me something good about your life.”
“Don’t judge yourself by what others did to you.”
“I’m in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.”
“Smile. Nod. Say something witty before they find out what an incredible geek you are.”
“So you try to think of someone else you’re mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.”
“Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it’s hard to turn it back on again.”
“You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.”
“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”
“The cure for pain is in the pain.”
“That information is classified, I’m afraid.”
“Don’t forget. Not ever. Not for a second.”
“I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Goodbye.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re way out of my league.”
“You’ll NEVER understand that kind of pain.”
“The wounded recognize the wounded.”
“Thought you’d be gone by now.”
“Blood isn’t love.”
“Do your ears just block all incoming sound waves?”
“Go make love to a tube sock.”
“Is that a euphemism for penis? Please let it not be a euphemism for penis.”
“He is a pimple on the cock of humanity.”
“I do not view other boys as threats, and I enjoy making them seem insignificant by calling them the wrong names.”
“Angry grizzly bears are going to look tame next to what is waiting for you at home.”
“I’m going to kill you one day.”
“I don’t like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I’ll take it. You’ll never be able to trust me.”
“Of course I’d like to help you out. Which way did you come in?”
“You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.”
“I don’t know whether to punch you or kiss you.”
“You’re hurt…let me help you. Please.”
“Look at this burn. It’s going to get infected.”
“It’s blood, yeah.”
“I know you’re not okay.”
“Look at me.”
“You left me.Without a word.”
“You don’t…have to leave. Please.”
“I don’t need the feeling of completeness. I just need the feeling of not being empty.”
“Do you have a lot of sad things in your head?”
“How do I share what I’m feeling?”
“Not your [ boyfriend/girlfriend ], eh?”
“Are you not happy with me?”
“This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love their presence?”
“I think your [ girlfriend/boyfriend ] is evil and should be destroyed.”
“Love me, because love doesn’t exist, and I have tried everything that does.”
Anything worth knowing about me is deeply and deliberately tucked away, but you must know that I am not without reason.
(via especiallypeaches)
Bixlow is Egyptian. There, that’s the headcanon.
He may not have any actual knowledge of the traditions from his homeland (due to not having many memories from before his accident AS WELL as the fact that he was raised in an orphanage) but that is where he is from, where his predominant features originate from.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall;
Bix dislikes mirrors a great deal, they make him uneasy, ever a reminder that his powers are by no means normal nor truly ever entirely his. They remind him both of what he is capable of and of what he’s lost. It’s upon looking into a mirror that his facade wavers just the slightest degree.
As such he doesn’t keep any mirrors in his bedroom or living area. Perhaps a small one used to apply eyeliner, but not much more than that -- if at all. Part of me thinks that he does the actual application of eyeliner by going into Ever’s room in the morning. He feels very uncomfortable having a mirror in his bedroom. It makes him uneasy. It makes him feel unsafe.
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