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day one

i think i am lost. i don't know how to relate to people without becoming slime and filling up whatever shape they create. i don't know who i am.

at best i am a half living creature going on for the next high. i used to think i was a superior being, and then i didn't. i thought i was growing, and then i didn't.

i just want to be better but i don't know how to make it happen.

what do i want?

where am i going?

how will i get anywhere if i don't try?

i need to move in any direction on my own or i will end up a mindless housewife of the next guy that gives me some lovin'. i need to figure myself out.

once again, i need to get my shit together.

Just like Moriarty, I'm back!

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steveisnotonfire

This has been in my queue for four months.

wadey-wilson

peter parker: a summary

byeronman

if yondu were still alive then that battle in wakanda would’ve ended in five minutes tops while no diggity played in the background

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Yondu died because he had the most overpowered ability and could solo the entirety of The Avengers without even moving.

see-arcane

#thanos: u shouldve gone for the head :)#yondu: yeets his musical arrow straight thru t hanos’ skull (via @mechalesbian)

melissa-benoists

me: *puts earphones in*

me:

me: oh right

me: *plays music*

marisatomay

me @ every middle aged man behind me in any line anywhere

spikespiegell

do ya ever bring your pet up to a mirror and ur like “that you”

sweetvisage

Art Nouveau Doors

(Photos uncredited as I collected them on my hard-drive a long time ago!)

saintoflostmonsters

The only acceptable icing is buttercream. Whipped icing is a cowards choice and fondant people are demons and gotta meet me in the street for their poor life choices that led them to accept Play-Doh as acceptable cake decoration

twennywan

turn on ya location and we can talk

saintoflostmonsters

Hope you understand sign language then cause all you’re gonna be seeing is hands

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I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation She’s coming in twelve-thirty flight Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me toward salvation I stopped an old man along the way Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say, “Hurry, boy, it’s waiting there for you.” It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had The wild dogs cry out in the night As they grow restless longing for some solitary company I know that I must do what’s right Sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seek to cure what’s deep inside Frightened of this thing that I’ve become It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had “Hurry, boy, she’s waiting there for you.” It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had