This could have easily been an episode plot tbh
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This could have easily been an episode plot tbh
When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.Â
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.Â
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
this too shall pass but the fuck was that for
Deleting your savage paragraph to txt back "ok" is a different kind of self control.
Or just reacting with a thumbs up and going on about your day
Or just reacting
with a thumbs up and going
on about your day
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
every time this post comes across my page on a new platform i smile because we’re all just enjoying her adorable joy
“She matches her new blankie” is an official joy and whimsy post
“She matches her new
blankie” is an official
joy and whimsy post
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
september was practice… in october I’m getting my shit together
in november I'm getting my shit together
i worry we are losing touch with the True Meaning Of Halloween (avoiding the fairies)
celebrate a good old-fashioned Halloween with the very important traditions of:
lighting candles in jack o'lanterns (to keep away the fairies)
roasting s'mores on bonfires (to keep away the fairies)
bobbing for apples, fortunetelling, ouija boards, and other assorted divination rituals (to forewarn those doomed to be kidnapped by fairies)
haunted houses (to preach against the dangers that lurk across the veil in the otherworld, home of the fairies)
community effort to stuff kids full of candy (that if whisked away (by the fairies) they might resist the temptation (of strange fae foods) long enough to escape)
disguising your face and identity in elaborate costumes (to keep away the FUCKING FAIRIES)
ways NOT to celebrate Halloween: sneaking into graveyards aka the modern day successor of burial mounds aka portals to the otherworld aka home of the FUCKING FAIRIES
My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."
and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"
I too am having a bad time at the conference
Reblog if you too are having a bad time at the conference
It's them. My Dysfunctioning Executives.
i look back in time through a telescope, i’ve been catching my reflection already looking.
i think i’m always gonna be angry. you fucked me up bad.
i’m always gonna be angry.
This is so stupid I’m so sorry
i love it
the thing is depression was never destigmatized the narrative just switched from “no one has depression you’re just using it as an excuse” to “everyone has depression you’re just using it as an excuse”
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“Drawing On Each Other's Backs in Total Darkness”
My favorite drawing they did <3
Reminder that this was never about the hostages
“That’s why it’s hard to make friends when you’re older,” she said. “Friendship is rude.”
Her friend’s eyes widened. “What?”
“Think about it! When we’re kids we decide who we like and stick by them no matter what. As adults, we’re taught to be polite.
But, friendship is an imposition— at least, I want it to be. Call me after nine o’clock. Don’t think you’ll ever wear out your welcome. Overshare, show up at my door, go to the grocery store with me so we can waste another hour chatting.
We’ll never be friends if we spend all of our energy trying not to bother each other.”
“That’s why it’s hard to
make friends when you’re older,” she
said. “Friendship is rude.”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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