no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed
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tannertan36
Sade Olutola
YOU ARE THE REASON
Not today Justin
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Peter Solarz
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Xuebing Du

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hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.

Origami Around
Keni

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no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed
“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that
“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story
“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do
Thingy I made for a friend
Captive Prince by C.S. Pacat
VAMPIRE SILCO ,WEREWOLF VANDER
In the years after the US Environmental Protection Agency was founded, the agency dispatched photographers to document pollution and contami
Formaldehyde, brick dust, lead, and borax once made grocery shopping a minefield.
Shit used to be wild, and this is just what I could find that had decent sources, I've heard a lot more horror stories.
I'm not excited to live in a word without regulation. 🙃
"Regulations don't exist because governments enjoy them" is an important statement here. The government has to spend money and labor to enforce regulations. The government has to be begged for years and sometimes threatened by the American people into even creating the regulations. The people with the money want you to believe regulations are "BIG GOVERNMENT INFRINGING ON OUR FREEDOMS" so you'll help them undo the regulations your grandparents had to force that same government to install in the first fucking place. They count on you being ignorant of the past so they can make another round of dirty money by poisoning you all over again.
I hate googling shit like "why am I still sad and tired when I ate and slept and have been walked and watered" and it's always some shit like "your brain is fried because your parents sucked at handling kids when you were a kid". Like can it be literally anything else sometime, just for the sake of variety.
you're beautiful both inside and outside
inst:wheresmaggot
It sucks that adults' prejudices shape kids' childhoods. Like poly people having to actively worry about keeping custody of their kids just because other people who don't know them think their lifestyle is weird. Like imagine how much nicer things would be if people could just be normal about things.
Like some kid growing up in a family with Mom, Dad, and Kevin, who sleeps in dad's bed half the time and makes really good spaghetti. And that's just their primary example of what a "normal" family is. And then they go to kindergarten or something and really get to know other kids from other families for the first time and just go the fuck do you mean you don't have a Kevin? What happened to yours?
And the other kids go home asking their parents why they don't have a Kevin, because they, too, want really good spaghetti. And their parents have no fucking idea how to even begin unwrapping what the ever-loving fuck their kid is talking about.
this is my roman empire.
“I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via feellng)
I need to get out of this town. I need to run….I just need to get away from this idea that everyone has of me. They have this proclivity to think that I am someone I am not, and all of these people have an “idea” of who I am before they even meet me. It’s not that I really care what people think of me, I’m just tired of people wanting me to live up to their expectations of who I am when they have no fucking clue who I am.
Fuck dude. Years later and I still feel this way…
8 years later and I'm feeling this again. The cycle needs to end.
Jude and Cardan 🥀
you want your city to be walkable and bikeable? what's next? suckable? fuckable?
It's 230am and I spent most of the night writing fanfic, but I touched up my roots. I feel like its 2012 bc I'm wanna dye my hair blue and I can't sleep.