he took my hand and led me to the forest
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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he took my hand and led me to the forest
I’m so soft for Atsuhina I swear!😭💕 Go read “even the way I walk carried the sound of your laughter” by Otpismyoxygen! It’s such a cute fic!
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my hand slipped
From kindergarten to elementary school, to middle school, and high school… The two of us have been together for as long as I can remember. And yet, we’ve never exposed our true feelings and talked things out… Not even once.
So many lights…
i’m sad
You know that feeling when nostalgia hits you and you suddenly remember that one year ago you were so obsessed with a show, a movie, a book or a game-
and you realize how grateful you are for that thing, and how it subconsciously became an undeniable part of your personality.
And even though you’re not really obsessed with it anymore, you still think about it every day and you still love it so much. And secretly, you would still kill for your favourite characters and for your ship to become canon, and you would still sell your kidney if that meant that there was going to be a sequel, a prequel or a side story someday.
And you feel empty, and you suddenly miss it so much that it feels like your heart is breaking. You start missing not only the thing itself, but everything that came with it-every music that reminds you of it, every big and small event that happened while you were reading/watching/playing the thing, every friend you’ve made and lost and every single feeling from in that time. And you even miss the feeling of being obsessed. You feel so empty.
I call this piece: me, locking myself in the furnace room while my parents throw a grey cup party so i can record the depression anthem i wrote for julian from @thearcanagame last night // it’s entirely a rough draft, which is why you can hear my dog barking in the background, god bless her.
Jake Peralta: A Mood
The director of cybersecurity from the Electronic Freedom Foundation is offering to help women who have been threatened with compromise of their devices.
I better see EVERYBODY reblogging this
Gustave Doré - Illustrations for Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven.
Happy Birthday Lee Taeyong !!!