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if thers no way to fix it then.. i lose over 10k files oh my god im
my brothers broke my fucking usb im going to cry
                         when she opened her lips                                stardust tumbled from them                        and the universe sang along.
you  donât  want  to  race  a  rabbit  ,  mate .           written  by  mimo  .
my  parents  thought  i  was  a  faerie child  or  something , i  think  -  because  i  was  the  color  of   SPRINGTIME  ,  my  mother  used  to  say  .  obviously  it  all  came  out  as  a  bit  more  complicated  than  that  , but  by  then  theyâd  gotten  f o n d of  me  .  they were always fond of me  , even  though  i  was  unsettling   to  have  around  the  place  .  and  mother  told  me  that  i  was  grouchy  as  a  baby  .  i   outgrew  that  , of  course  .           ind.  sel.  priv.  ragnor  fell  //  penned  by  sama  /  mimo  .
sheâs  the  girl ablaze; her  kiss  burns like  whiskey, her  touch  trails  fire, her  eyes  burn  brighter than  city  light.  sheâs  the  girl ablaze; who  flames  like the  sun, the  moon  and  stars.     she will ignite.           ind.  sel.  priv.  lily  luna  potter  //  penned  by  sama  /  mimo.
  a low, exasperated breath rushes from the confines of   skywalkerâs chest, dilated pupils shifting in the ring of iris   as they scan the environment. he is diligent, yet this delay   has done enough to give his target just enough leeway to   evade the jedi. his anger grinds at his jaw, fingers â real   and false â curling into their palms, muscle squeezing ag-   ainst joints. he canât blame her, not really, despite the juvenile   accusation that sits behind his teeth.Â
  heâs sifting through his robe for his comlink when she   addresses him. he gives a brisk shake of the head, th-   ough realizes this might come off as terrible rude, and   pauses.  â itâsâalright. iâagh. â  a sigh.  â whatâs your   name? âÂ
â  i    uh,  lily.  â      cerise  lips  curved  in  a  lousy  attempt  at  a  smile   (  she  considered  extending  an  arm  for  a  handshake,  but  with  the  circumstances  and  the  way  he  seemed  to  be  rather  absorbed  looking  for      whatever it  was  he  was  looking  for,  she  doubted  it  was  appropriate        and  she  did just  unintentionally aid  in  the  escape  of  whoever  heâd  been  pursuing    undoubtedly  a  criminal  )   ,  brows  furrowing  in  contemplation  before  she  voiced  her  thoughts.       â  look      iâm  really sorry  âbout  that.  shoulda  been  looking  where  i  was  going,  â     breathe  in,  breathe  out - fingers  tugged  at  her  sleeve  and  a  tense  laugh  slipped  past  her  lips   ( it  could  have  passed  for  a  huffed breath  )   .      â  is  there  anything  i  could  do  to  help?  â
so yeah ââ being cassieâs hero is all iâve ever wanted in life. heck, the only reason i even put on this suit in the first place was for her â and now itâs the thing thatâs pushing us apart. iâm halfway tempted to throw this helmet into the ocean ââ but then, who am i kidding ?? itâs not the costumeâs fault.
                     ââ ITâS ME.
                                          ( previously burglant. )
         her laughter is HEAVENLY, satin and silk and WARMTH ; she reminds him of the sun, when she smiles so BRIGHT and makes him feel almost at HOME ( home, she was HOME ). he is HAPPY for once, the previously foreign feeling all but OVERWHELMING at the heart. he knows now, every time he lays his eyes on her, he can find something to smile about. today, it seemed it would be STRAWBERRY CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES. he wished he knew a mother who baked for him ( but SHE, she is more than fulfilling ââ who needs a mother when you have a FRIEND willing to give you the love you doubted you deserved ? ). â oh boy ââ REALLY ?! â his childish excitement reaches his eyes ; FORGIVE HIM, heâs never had the opportunity to be a child before.
an  affectionate  simper  toyed  at  crimson  -  coloured  lips,  heart  AFLUTTER  with  fondness  that  warmed  her  at  the  blatant  display  of  delight  ( and  oh,  what  she  wouldnât  give  to  remain  a  reason  for  his  happiness  ). TENDERNESS coiled  around  her  chest,  a  warmth  resounding  within  her  that  had  become  somewhat  of  a   fixture   where  arthur  was  involved       o  beautiful,  benevolent  boy,  how  she  loved  him  so.      â  MHM    sort  of  - well,  not  really fresh  from  the  oven  actually,  â      small  smile  widened into  a  roguish  grin,  a  blush  blossoming  onto  ivory  cheeks  as  she  pushed  herself  up  from  her  seat,  brown  hues  immediately  settling  on  her  bag,  which  sheâd carefully  set  by  the  door.      â  yeah  yeah     iâm  a  gift  to  this  world,  i  know,  babe.  â     she  joked,  smile  all  teeth  as  she  stepped  around  him,  letting  nimble  fingers  brush  through  his  hair  affectionately  on  her  way  to  retrieving  the  bag  carrying  the  cookies.
                            âââââââââââââ q u i e t people have the LOUDEST minds.
thatâs what you want, but itâs not what youâre asking for.
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pet  names  were  a  normal  part  of  lilyâs  vocabulary. terms  of  endearment    (  darling  - honey  -  sweetheart  -  babe  -  love - boo  )    all  came  naturally  to  her,  having  grown  up  in  a  family  where  such   endearments   were  commonly  said  and  heard  throughout  gatherings,  and  so  calling  friends  and  acquaintances so  was  almost  second  nature  to  her  - affectionate  names  that  were  said  absentmindedly,  with  no  thought  given  to  how  some  might  perceive  them.
   â iâll be GOOD ( iâll be good ) && iâll love the world like i SHOULD. â    penned by abby.
Personal Response to the Hitler/Nazi Blogs
I cannot come back as the outspoken person I am without addressing this. Anyone who followed me before shouldnât be surprised.
I know there are more than them, but this goes to @fuhrerisms, since they are the one who have personally crossed a line with me. I messaged them off-anon thinking that hey - sometimes people make jokes that are too far and you have to give them a chance to realize itâs inappropriate. I was really hoping for a mature conversation, maybe theyâd understand. Unfortunately, all they did was respond in the most disgusting way I can imagine. If youâve not seen it, my message and their response is here.
You know what? Yes. I am the descendant of Holocaust survivors. The regime belonging to the vile, evil man you call your âmuseâ like itâs a joke killed only 23 of the 26 of my ancestors sent to die in Sobibor, Auschwitz-Birkenau, and Bergen-Belsen, two death camps and a concentration camp respectively. They were all wrenched from their homes in the Netherlands in the fall of 1944 and most of them systematically murdered by the Nazi Camp System. This was never discussed in my family, I only recently had enough info pulled out of my grandmother to dig up their records at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum database.  And let me tell you, learning that about yourself, about your family, it changes your whole perspective on life. So yeah, my identity is rooted in the knowledge that my blood is that of people who died under Nazi Germanyâs inhuman reign of terror.
But this whole thing? This isnât even about me. This is about being a citizen of the world that opposes corrupt systems, that doesnât allow Genocide and Mass Atrocity to be forgotten. You stated in your tags, alongside the most adorable smiley face, that it was â70 years ago.â And I have to wonder what at all that means to you? Yes, the Holocaust was 70 years ago. But Genocide continues today. The Cambodian Genocide of the 1970s, forcing people to work themselves to death in âKilling Fields,â lining people up and shooting them into ditches. The Rwandan Genocide of 1994 in which the majority Hutu went on a wild killing spree, violently murdering the Tutsis with mass ordered machetes. The Bosnian Genocide of 1994-1997 in which the Bosnian Serbs attempted to âcleanseâ Bosnia of its Muslims and Croats by picking families off in the streets with sniper fire, kidnapping and raping children, forcing women into sex slavery, and blowing up hospitals, nursing homes, villages. The Sudanese Genocide that continued into 2008 and is beginning again in which Janjaweed militia are mass murdering Darfuri people by mass bombings, rape and kidnapping of women and children, and burning down entire villages. Genocide is not over. And we allow it to happen again, allow leaders to believe they can get away with it by ignoring the past and making light of Genocides that have happened before. Hitler himself referenced his ability to commit the Holocaust by saying, âWho, after all, remembers the destruction of the Armenians,â referencing the Armenian Genocide in Turkey during World War One and the fact that it was denied afterwards.
I am not going to sit here and tell you how six million people were killed in the Holocaust. I will tell you that you could easily see yourself, your friend, your sister, your father, being forced into a cattle car with hundreds of others for days on end, being forced to work hard labor 16 hours a day on only one bowl of soup, being lined up in front of a ditch and shot while holding their child, being injected with acids and forced to sit in ice baths for hours and operated on while awake, being loaded into a chamber and murdered by inhaling poison gas that burned their lungs and suffocated them slowly to death, where people clawed each otherâs skin and the steel walls trying to escape. I have studied Genocide in depth for years, and the influences of human nature that allow it happen again and again. Genocide isnât funny. We have a responsibility as humans to try to understand the horror and inhumanity, to feel that empathy, to understand that by belittling such things we allow them to continue.
I donât know if any of this will mean anything at all to you, but I canât keep myself from saying it. I urge anyone who thinks the trend of Nazi blogs is no big deal to please unfollow me now, and anyone who agrees with me to share this post. I understand itâs graphic and abhorrent, but it should be. I am the first to admit I enjoy off-color humor every now and then, but there is nothing funny about about the systematic and brutal destruction of human life. If anyone needs more stories, more convincing that this shouldnât be a joke, I have about 4 inches worth of testimony from survivors in a binder upstairs, feel free to IM me. Take that from me as a member of the human family, not simply a descendant of a survivor. We all have a hand in preventing atrocity from continuing in our world.
look, if i catch you roleplaying with or supporting this blog, iâm going to block you because roleplaying as hitler is not okay and its so disgusting that people actually think its okay to do so.Â
#this is disgusting#why would you do this?#âjust to fuck with peopleâ#just because the holocaust happened 80 years ago doesnt mean itâs still relevant today#it doesnt mean it isnât still hurting people today#antisemitism is still a problem and there are holocaust survivors still alive today#imagine how they would feel seeing some shithead on the internet make light of their tragedies#of the people they lost#my grandparents ran away from russia in at the beginning of the war#they had to leave their entire family behind (who of course were sent to concentration camps and murdered)#because of the holocaust i have almost no remaining ancestry on one side of my family#i have no ties back to where my family came from because they were all MURDERED#but noooo iâm overreacting#because youâre just fucking around right?#youâre just here to get your jollies off#you should be ashamed and should know better than to use terrible tragedies to provoke a reaction on the internet#you had to have known how people would react to this you already made a post about this#you must know this is wrong!#but you donât care#because itâs not hurting anyone right#im disgusted#fuck you