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just trying to live.

[drownedbysirens]

Five years is a long time wow

[valtsv]

the moment in bohemian rhapsody where freddie sings “i don’t wanna die, sometimes i wish i’d never been born at all” really hits differently when you’re mentally ill

[valtsv]

same with ‘this year’ by the mountain goats when john says “i am gonna make it through this year if it kills me”

[valtsv]

[valtsv]

[valtsv]

[drownedbysirens]

It’s as simple as reading and comprehending what I said my mans

[drownedbysirens]

...I don’t think I’m cis

[ex-shark-virtue-005]

I found this on Facebook and it's actually super important:

[drownedbysirens]

I will never fucking forget when I asked where the eye drops were at CVS and the guy went from passive and unbothered to veiled exhaustion and disappointment lmfao

[lntheashes]

so if Munch is in both the X Files and Law and Order SVU, that means they’re from the same verse. Munch knows who Mulder is. Could you imagine anyone else who couldn’t care less about meeting the alien guy at the fbi

[understands]

[thesnobbyartsyblog]

[honigimohr]

“No one is ever too busy, it’s about priorities.”

—

my life motto

(if someone meant the world to you, you’d always find time)

[everythingfox]

“This stray kitten saw some people he liked so he followed them home. No matter how fast they went, he kept up. His determination paid off, because he got a forever home.”

(Source)

[drownedbysirens]

Pick! Him!! Up!!!

[tanou123]

Sweet 😚

[talesfromtreatment]

I love her.

[timemachineyeah]

unmute

[fractiousrvt]

It’s so fantastic that despite her itty bitty tiny raspy mew… she puts so much visual effort into making that squeak. Her whole face is involved just to say “eh!”

[livingthegifs]

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[starapture]

rotoscope ☼ ☽

[starapture]

[cxlifornianparadise]

you ever horny for someone’s attention cause same

[fakinq-glory]

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.