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"I was social when I was younger, now wtf happened to me?"
- An autobiography written by me
I wish I repelled children the way I repel boys...
Tv show idea
I want a tv show thatās basically a shopping competition. Like imagine a tv show where people go to compete to shop. There are 8-12 contestants, and they are all trapped in a shopping mall, and have to shop until they drop. Literally until they drop. The competition continues until there is only 1 person standing and is able to shop. Whether that is after 9 hours, 11 hours, or 36 hours, it doesnāt matter. You canāt sleep or rest, but you can obviously grab snacks and eat. The prize is being able to take everything you bought home for free (the show would give you this debut carto use to shop), and a grand cash prize. But the catch is, if you lose, you have to pay for everything you bought NO MATTER HOW EXPENSIVE.
Just imagine people shopping until they literally pass out, and then start to bawl because they realize that they have to pay for the amount of stuff they bought.
Everyday life in Tokyo
There are two types of friends⦠The one that knows how to give you advice, and the one that⦠Uh⦠Yahā¦
Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.
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POPE TWITTER IS FUCKING POPPINĀ
things heat up in the jesus fandom
SWEET POTATOES YES. I adore Fr. Martin.Ā
Looked into it, and itās real. Not only that, but if you look at his twitter account, he made some more awesome tweets that day that make me really happy to be a Catholic. Iāll include screenshots and text versions of them below.
It saddens me that a #trans student cannot choose what bathrooms to use. A basic need. Itās an affront to their dignity as human beings.
And who is harmed by a #trans student using a bathroom? Iāve seen women using menās rooms when the ladiesā rooms were full. Who is harmed?
As usual, the one who is made to suffer indignities is the one on the margins, the one seen as āother,ā the one seen as āthem.ā
But for Jesus, there is no āother.ā There is no āthem.ā Ā There is only āus.ā So we must be about openness, acceptance and inclusion. #transĀ
Who should stand with the marginalized, the mocked, the bullied, the confused, the outcast, the minority? The Christian should. #trans
Because Jesus did.Ā
His Facebook post that day says something similar:Ā Who should stand with the marginalized, the mocked, the bullied, the outcast, the confused, the hurt? Who should stand with the one seen as ādifferent,ā the one seen as āother,ā the one seen as āthemā? Who should stand with people who often stand alone? The Christian should. Because Jesus did.
This gives me so much joy. Finally someone with a heart and a brain.
When You Need A Prompt: Planets think about love
MERCURY. Donāt worry if it feels like youcould go up in flames. To move inchesfrom the light is always a risk, but lookat that star, burning gold, reaching outthrough chaos and silence to touch you.
VENUS. You donāt have to sing along witheveryone elseās orbital path. You are a guiding glow in the dawn. Dance withbrightness and love will come running,swifter than tides to shore and twiceas full, a thousand times more tender.
EARTH. Yes, love lives here. Say it again.Love, the blackbird with a beak full of honeycomb. Love, the painting of a moon-lit cathedral. Love, how his words paintsuch a sweetness in you that you soar.All of this, here, alive and sun-kissed.
MARS. Itās okay to blush bright red. Youāveseen his shadows and heās seen your duststorms. Laugh with him, not like the battlewas victorious but like there was never anybattle in the first place. Speak unarmored.
JUPITER. Whatās love if not unmistakable,so large only a sky could contain it. Hetakes your hands in his and the gravity of itmakes every moon ache with want.
SATURN. Hold him close, closer than soilholds wheat, closer than wedding bandshold shine, closer than clouds hold clouds.
URANUS. When you lie on your side nextto him at night, does the frost just outsideyour windows feel far away? Does nightglisten with how perfectly slow it moves?Is his smile its own small heaven?
NEPTUNE. Love has been here since thebeginning, even when no one else saw it.And love will be here with its swirling bluemouth long after we ourselves becomeunseen. What you make with each otheris a freshwater spring blooming in a forest,crisp and glittering in the light. Go on. Drink.
If only I could create art half as beautiful as you are, Iād blow your fucking mind.
// and maybe you would finally understand j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)
You fell in love with the pretty girl, the funny girl, the happy girl. You didnāt want the lonely nights that I spent thinking too much, you didnāt want the insanity, you didnāt want all of my sadness and all of my hatred towards myself. You didnāt know that came with the pretty girl. The moment you found out it did, you left. You wanted the best parts of me but werenāt willing to accept the worst.
v.m (via writingboutyou)
So many ships I canāt see the oceanĀ any more.
ive had to purchase the space expansion pack
I know I donāt need him, but I really want him. And wanting him feels like heās the air that fills my lungs and I canāt breathe. Wanting him feels like chasing something thatās always a little bit ahead of me. Wanting him feels like Iām not complete and heās the only one that can ever be the other piece. And maybe Iām suffocating, maybe Iām running for eternity, and maybe Iām not complete. But I donāt need him.
v.m (via writingboutyou)
when i think my ship is real after reading a bunch of smut