The things we lose come back to us

If not always in the way we expect.

[americanprophet]

smol bi and ready to fight

[fluffyfunnypants-deactivated201]

@seafoamkisses @edgar-allens-toenails

[forever90s]

[soullesstomatoes]

*presses play on fantastic beasts trailer*

*hears lumos maxima*

*pauses trailer and cries*

[fndungeonmom]

HP Fandom this morning: 

[nobodytoldthehorse]

Apparently “spite” is not an ‘appropriate answer’ to “What motivates you?”

[istandonsnowpiles]

But that’s the truth most of the time

[odinsblog]

…I’ve been going thru this guy’s twitter for the last hour

[writingsforwinter]

The Morning After I Killed Myself

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

[transsithlord]

I needed that. (Im crying cause ive felt like suicide is my only option for weeks)

[stillmamasboy]

📖📚 #booklover #nerd #adventures #books

[swanjolras-blog-archive-deactiv]

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us— we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

[everythin-in-transit-deactivate]

When your RL OTP gets married!!

#JOSHLEEN

[huffylemon]

Golden text posts, part 1

[alternicobase]

[magicalgirl613]

[thatothernguyen]

times my faves reminded me they weren’t just my faves because of the movies they acted in

[stillabrit]

Marvel chooses their heroes wisely

[speedy-stole-my-pie]

heroes in real life

[edgar-allens-toenails]

So beautiful

[wizardwank]

Voldemort + Text Posts (with bonus Peter Pettigrew)

[trueni-deactivated20250622]

[forgets word in foreign language] [substitutes english word but with an accent]

[meredlthswift-deactivated201504]

They could make a Grey’s Anatomy spin off of all the characters that died being doctor’s on the other side and it would have a bigger cast than the current show