Kara Danvers owns me

Charlotte. Superbi. Ravenclaw.

[mae-martin]

There is so much that I don’t want to feel, Emily. And the biggest thing that I don’t want to feel… is that I’m in love with you.

[alicexz]

Can you make something good again please.

Aw anon! I didn’t mean to be such a disappointment of an artist to you. Here you go

[sunwukxng]

this is honestly iconic

[zevveli]

I still think that my favorite urban legend/folklore fact is that there are certain areas in New Orleans where you cannot get a taxi late at night not because it isn’t safe, but because taxi companies have had recurring problems of picking up ghosts in those areas who are not aware that they are dead and disappearing from the cab before reaching the destination and therefore stiffing the driver on the fare causing a loss for the company.

[elsajeni]

An occupational hazard of cab driving I had not previously considered

[princessnijireiki]

I love that the nola problem here is not “ghosts in my taxi cab,” but “ghosts are FUCKING BROKE DEAD BASTARDS & I GOT BILLS”

[siderealsandman]

Horror is when ghosts get into cabs and scare drivers Magical realism is when cab companies have to develop policies to prevent ghastly fare-theft

[kc749]

In a book about the tsunami in Japan in 2011, the writer talked about how there was a huge increase in reports of ghostly activity. Apparently in Japan treating ghosts rudely is basically considered the stupidest thing you could possibly do. For months after the tsunami, taxi drivers would pick up a passenger only to have them give an address in one of the devastated areas. The cab driver often looked up halfway to the destination to find their fare had disappeared. Not wanting to be impolite to the person (even if they were dead) they’d drive to the address, open the door to let them out, then drive away.

[qwertyu858]

[officialfist]

Yeah this all checks out

[acarixy-deactivated20240613]

marsha p. johnson; martyr of love

[wannacuppatealuv]

Still trying to come to terms with the fact I’ll never be a librarian who can speak a dead language and be recruited by a ruggish but handsome explorer for a quest to lift the curse and save the world

[lustformcgrath]

because of the pandemic travel restrictions?

[brawltogethernow]

Because of the pandemic travel restrictions.

[natalieswood-deactivated2021100]

THOR: RAGNAROK 2017 | dir. Taika Waititi

[gahdamnpunk]

Why can’t women just dress how they want ffs

[the-headless-vulcan]

It’s not just misogyny, it’s racism and islamophobia, don’t leave those out

[decadent-hag]

Love when industries complain that they can’t find skilled workers. Like obviously you can’t bc no one is willing to train anyone anymore. They all want experience. Where are workers supposed to get it?

[beggars-opera]

[mae-martin]

I can’t escape from you, because the only true thing I will ever feel is my love for you.

[mae-martin]

There is so much that I don’t want to feel, Emily. And the biggest thing that I don’t want to feel… is that I’m in love with you.

[siobhan-roy]

CARLA GUGINO by ALEXANDER SALADRIGAS for SCHÖN! MAGAZINE, 2017

[toastbutteregg]

[spirituallyminded-deactivated20]

It occurred to Pooh and Piglet that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats and coats and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

“Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

“Hello Pooh. Hello Piglet,” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice.

“We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

“We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.”

“Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

Because Pooh and Piglet were There. No more; no less.

~ Kathryn Wallace

[firesuns-archive]

[sakura-haruka]

Happy international women’s day!

[babehavesexwithme]

I’m tired and I want to snuggle and sleep but I also want to have sex for like three hours

[cherryking]

i understand why old people sit outside just to sit outside

[showerthoughtsofficial]

Your mom finding her friend at a store is like unskippable cutscenes

[helpmemysisterisafreak]

The fucking worst is that as I get older i completly understand the interest to catch up an unreasonable long time because turns out adults just dont get enough time to hang with friends, so catch up next to the Aldi cheese aisle it is