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niyarest

60sbabydoll

“She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars.”

— Anton Chekhov, “After the Theatre” (via paper-fairy)

dostoyevsky-official

working hard at the sunk cost factory

dostoyevsky-official

crazy-brazilian

woolandflax

Ha I wonder how many strokes the most complex Chinese character has like maybe eightee-

woolandflax

Has a Chinese son, names him bèng-dá, and he hates me

woolandflax

My beloved son 䨻龘 just trying to write his name in kindergarten

woolandflax

What’s up with biāng?

deprililac

The biáng character (it's biáng not biāng) looks like this:

First pic: the character in traditional chinese.

Second pic: the character in simplified chinese.

If this isn't complicated enough...

woolandflax

GREAT but I want you all to see this

twin-azure-dragon-wave

Avatar: the Last Airbender + Twitter Posts

mynowherenothing

Ever since I was a little girl I knew I had to focus on my tumblr blog instead of a career

snakeautistic

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

aquilacalvitium

I'm both concerned and comforted by how many people seem to relate to this

placeapuppyinmyhair

assign one to the person you rbed this from

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luxurylearry

wolfythewitch

yeah

caffeinatedrosary

The Lord at Judgement Day.

Let's take advantage of His Infinite Mercy while we are alive!

nick-nonya

(you need to view the image or you'll just like the post)

albertcamuesli

no writing workshop can help you improve your writing as much as this screenshot can

ominouspositivity-or-else

i have a friend who told me today that she wouldn't write a nice letter to her mom because it would be disingenuous and i said "write the genuine letter and never send it" and she looked at me like i'd said the stupidest thing but i write letters i never send and i know that sometimes getting everything you're mad about out of you helps you think beyond the pain

garden-dearest

you're honestly so right though, writing how you feel on paper addressed to someone but never actually sending it is INCREDIBLY therapeutic. you get to tell them how you feel without actually telling them. major L on her part because she's missing out on really solid advice, writing letters that i tear up and burn or throw out afterwards instead of sending them has been pivotal in my recovery.