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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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AnasAbdin
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One Nice Bug Per Day
almost home
Origami Around
oozey mess
Three Goblin Art
sheepfilms
hello vonnie
occasionally subtle
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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@flufshi
hiii im flufshi...
you can call me fluff or flufshi
im 6teen she/her
not new to Tumblr im just looking for friends and old moots
I have many interests
girlblogging
gaming
movies
cooking
shows
reading
doing nothing
im just here to have fun and talk
reblog or like if you want to me friends
When ever I need motivation I just make a new Pinterest moodboard
I’m going to single handedly disprove the stereotype that tumblr girls are bad at math
I accidentally woke up the math sleeper agents on tumblr
I’m going to single handedly disprove the stereotype that tumblr girls are bad at math
this is what makes us girls
"It was never personal" but Adler knew how Bell had felt towards him; how he was the only person they felt like they could trust, even after finding out what he had put them through in the name of saving the free world.
"It was never personal" but somehow, he had started to trust them too. Having someone truly understand the horrors he faced in Vietnam was comforting, even if they were never actually there.
"It was never personal" but the pain of them being gone was dragging him down into a mental pit where he was left to rot, just like the body he had left to decompose in the woods that day.
"It was never personal" but killing them was something he would never forgive himself for, and he would spend the rest of his life being haunted by the regret of what he did.
"It was never personal" but he knew it was a lie. Maybe saying that was a way of trying to convince himself he felt nothing towards them, or maybe that it would be less painful.
Either way, deep down, he knew it was personal, and saying it wasn't was a selfish attempt to justify the fact that he had murdered the one person who truly cared about him.
Crunchies in a paper bag. It was a good day. Photo from my collection no date/info.
I hate how I ruin everything for myself
This is one of my favorite sets in my collection. Somewhere out there in the 1960s, a kitten and bird were pals. 💕
“I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk God, but the sky is empty”
-Sylvia Plath
