[fl0werthey]

I’m back on tumblr dot app bc if pinterest gets sold I need to vibe out on here by myself. Bring back vibing by yourself on apps.

[razorbladeromantics]

no more coming out, if u cant tell im gay from the everything abt me u dont deserve to know

[thriftdyke]

[demoomin]

Moominmamma said gay rights

[pureeviiil]

How do I tell my boss I can’t come in bc I feel like I have a gaping hole in my chest

[eliminated]

[geniusoflove]

god. god. im glad i have the gay gene so i can listen to abba and lose my fucking MIND. its so sad straight people cant appreciate abba like we do

[geniusoflove]

me listening to voulez vous 

[insomniac-arrest]

no offense, but what was the point of that cool older lady character in Spirited Away

except, you know, to make me question my sexuality at 12 during midnight rewatches as I looked at her weirdly pretty mouth and had Questions

[dirtsnakes]

sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more ab it keeping you company

[alisonzai]

[when-did-this-become-difficult]

“Dogs don’t know what they look like. Dogs don’t even know what size they are. No doubt it’s our fault, for breeding them into such weird shapes and sizes. My brother’s dachshund, standing tall at eight inches, would attack a Great Dane in the full conviction that she could tear it apart. When a little dog is assaulting its ankles the big dog often stands there looking confused — “Should I eat it? Will it eat me? I am bigger than it, aren’t I?” But then the Great Dane will come and try to sit in your lap and mash you flat, under the impression that it is a Peke-a-poo… Cats know exactly where they begin and end. When they walk slowly out the door that you are holding open for them, and pause, leaving their tail just an inch or two inside the door, they know it. They know you have to keep holding the door open. That is why their tail is there. It is a cat’s way of maintaining a relationship. Housecats know that they are small, and that it matters. When a cat meets a threatening dog and can’t make either a horizontal or a vertical escape, it’ll suddenly triple its size, inflating itself into a sort of weird fur blowfish, and it may work, because the dog gets confused again — “I thought that was a cat. Aren’t I bigger than cats? Will it eat me?” … A lot of us humans are like dogs: we really don’t know what size we are, how we’re shaped, what we look like. The most extreme example of this ignorance must be the people who design the seats on airplanes. At the other extreme, the people who have the most accurate, vivid sense of their own appearance may be dancers. What dancers look like is, after all, what they do.”

— Ursula Le Guin, in The Wave in the Mind (via fortooate)

[kidkimchi]

[alisonzai]

[mothcub]

[alisonzai]

a friend

[fortuneaday]

[nevver]

Stop signs, Eric Chakeen (because)