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greetings, this is my personal (multifandom, art i like, movie stuff, games, etc etc etc) main blog. you may know me from my:

bts/one piece art blog

#pinned #about time i had one of these ig #minthara is my latest grumpy lady blorbo

memewhore

spleenyz

moorishflower

Can someone edit this to be Ophelia please

claudia-wannabe-writer

it’s not very good…

moorishflower

Holy shit it’s beautiful ToT

#laugh rule #legit crying at this gkdhbf

theehorsepusssy

#laugh rule #twitter

havingapoemwithyou

Let July be July by Morgan Harper Nichols

#poetry #Morgan Harper Nichols

contemptible-scoundrel

bachibros trying to gas their manga into the upper echelons of shonen fandom via luring fujos into the community is one of my favorite moments in internet history. they were genuinely popping bottles when the first yaoi fan art dropped

contemptible-scoundrel

W gay people. W pervert women

#I genuinely think about this all the time

tooth-sucker

how it feels when people like talking to you and talk to you everyday because they like you

venerable-thief

I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

somethingusefulfromflorida

In this economy you'll be lucky to retire to your nickels

quinnception

#laugh rule

tomb-mold

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

#😔

homeboygirl

:3 is a timid creature by nature, often seen with a > or a € if provoked. it lives comfortably between !! and ?? but can be found roaming chatlogs on its own. though many believe it is simply a direct descendant of :-), history reveals that the domestication of :3 began way back in the ^_^ era, during the experimental typing phase when emoticons first began to morph beyond realistic face parameters. this led to the birth of expressions such as >______>, TTwTT, and QAQ, the common ancestors of faces such asヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ. in this essay i will

#LAHSKDSHJD #look....#text

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days