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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Not today Justin
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
trying on a metaphor
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Jules of Nature
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ellievsbear
occasionally subtle
Cosmic Funnies
art blog(derogatory)

Andulka

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@cryptid-moth
opening tumblr in march and it's just like "huh. knife weather we're having."
the sheer absurdity of le bien qui fait mal can never be overstated. the fact that salieri has a classical music-induced homoerotic bdsm hallucination in front of god the audience and everyone for three full minutes. the fact that his relationship with mozart, as far as is known, wasn't actually SUPPOSED to be gay. the fact that it became an ensemble song on the soundtrack so everyone gets to sing about wanting mozart('s music) carnally despite the song being a salieri solo. can i redirect your attention to the fact that they decided the best way to convey salieri's jealousy of mozart's compositional abilities was a three-minute bdsm extended metaphor. this is his FIRST song. he has BARELY been introduced as a character. we don't know anything about his psyche but we do know he wants mozart to [redacted] [redacted] [redacted]
Spotify wrapped
Reblog with your 1st and 100th song of the year
Big metal kiwi, though I think still smaller than an actual kiwi
Big metal kiwi,
though I think still smaller than
an actual kiwi
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and if you turn to ur left you’ll see the emos
is that my chemical romance?
OH MY GOD not every group of emos is my chemical romance stfu tumblr
but it actually is my chemical romance
this is the funniest fuckibg thing I’ve ever seen
I’ve…. seen this everywhere except on Tumblr itself. It’s the blessed post.
I reblog this everytime it comes on my dash and I’m unashamed
I’ve waited so long to see this post in person
Damn…… What a way 2 start the decade. Ive only seen this post in screenshots…….
i’m crying- this is-???? ahh? i- i can’t-
it’s THE post
I’m finally worthy! It’s THE post aah
Are you truly an emo if you havent reblogged THE post?
holy shit it’s on my dash–
You’re missing the best part:
I FINALLY FOUND THE HOLY POST MUM I DID IT
I F0UND 17
IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2024
It WAS MCR????
what album should i listen to first if i wanna get mcr
probably three cheers for sweet revenge
No one:
Tumblr when my WiFi is connected and working perfectly:
Sometimes I open Ao3 as one would a fridge in the middle of the night. Hungry, but not willing to commit to anything that is in there and hopping a miracle will make something new and appetising appear out of thin air if only I close it and open again.
maybe the real portland polycule cult was the friends we made along the way
If you’re reading this you’re in my Portland polycule now
Aleksander, my first long boi.
After years of admiring other people’s long furby creations, I finally decided to make my own. He is 6 foot long, a very polite gentleman and he also likes wearing hats. He is quite friendly unless you mess up his eyelashes, which he keeps perfectly curled at all times.
More than anything, the journal wanted. It wanted more than it could hold, more than words could describe, more than diagrams could illustrate. Longing burst from the pages, in every frantic line and every hectic sketch and every dark-printed definition. There was something pained and melancholy about it.
The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater
All of us have secrets in our lives. We're keepers or kept-from, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches - that's what will be left at the end of it all.
The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater