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avasillva

I let my emotions blind me to the mission. You saved my life.

AVA SILVA & SISTER BEATRICE WARRIOR NUN (2020–2022)

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ches-nogat

Huh

sherlocking-out-loud

I haven't seen this circulating here on Tumblr, so I decided to make my own post.

last saturday, in Porto, there was a pride parade going down the street and this old man was standing there, by his front door, waving the portuguese flag. most people on the parade probably thought the same: old person waving the national flag? he's probably protesting against the parade, he's a nationalist of some sort.

then the old man called for that person to come near him. the whole parade stopped. everyone just.. stopped moving. they didn't know what to expect, and most expected the worst. and that person decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and approached the old man. and then... they traded flags, he hugged the person and then he waved the pride flag happily. everyone cheered him.

such a wholesome moment. 🥹❤️🌈

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ayziak

Remember: behind every robot that turns evil is an engineer who specifically installed red LEDs into the eyes just for this occasion

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the-acid-pear

We found the answer to this

castledevil

MAX CAULFIELD returns in Life is Strange: Double Exposure (2024)

#i apologize for the person i will become #thank you

prinz-myshkin

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

nick-nellson

PARKS AND RECREATION | 7.01 2017

nick-nellson

PARKS AND RECREATION 2.21 94 Meetings

inthesensethat-deactivated20240

#how strange it is to be anything at all #i hope you're okay now bud

cerleansky

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.