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The Doctor
Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now.
⋈ ELEVENTH DOCTOR APPRECIATION WEEKEND ⋈
There’s something you’d better understand about me, because it’s important and one day your life may depend upon it. I am definitley a madman with a box.
2020 is so fucking surreal like it started off with all of australia burning & a potential 3rd world war, then a worldwide pandemic is forcing everyone to stay home and now there’s another twilight book
me consuming fictional work after fictional work to distract myself from the fact that i exist: i can have little a escapism. as a treat.
Women should be able to go their entire lives without wearing makeup or heels if they don’t want to, without getting called slobby, or unprofessional, or “doesn’t care about her image”, or being fucking denied jobs for not wanting to wear heels or makeup at work every day. If men aren’t expected to cover their faces with makeup or wear incredibly uncomfortable shoes every day of their lives neither should I.
you think you want me to shut up? i have to listen to myself even when im not talking
wow this is a fucking mood
Fanfic: And they were soulmates
Me in the dead of night, red-eyed, with three assignments due the next day: Oh my god, they were soulmates
every single negative stereotype about women was dreamt up by men who were projecting. fight me about it.
“women can’t drive”
It is so well known that women are better and safer drivers than men that OUR CAR INSURANCE RATES ARE LOWER. Women get into fewer accidents, get fewer DUIs, and receive fewer speeding tickets than men.
“women never shut up”
Several scientific studies have shown that not only do men talk more than women, they also think that women have been talking for much longer than they actually have. Men interrupt and talk over women, dominate conversations, and still think women talk too much.
“women are shallow”
Lol next
“my wife is my ball and chain lmao”
Multiple studies have shown that marriage between men and women: Increases male lifespan, decreases female lifespan Decreases male depression rates, increases female depression rates Decreases male stress levels, increases female stress levels Increases male health and happiness, decreases female health and happiness Increases a man’s chance of getting a raise or promotion, decreases a woman’s chances of getting a raise or promotion
“women are too emotional”
Men love to say this about women after hurting them, in order to shift the blame and dismiss their feelings in one go. In reality, women are taught to hold our tongues and control ourselves quite literally from birth. We’re taught to put men’s needs and wants ahead of our own emotions regardless of the personal cost. Men are taught to do more or less whatever the fuck they want to women. Men take their emotions out on women while women are expected to shove theirs down.
I could go on and on but I don’t really think I need to.
Don’t know if I agree or not, but it’s definitely an interesting point.
the nice thing about statistics is that you don’t actually have to agree with them in order for them to be true
Me: should i get a life or watch another tv series
“I thought I had lost myself” he said; head tilted back and hair flying in the breeze. “I’d look in the mirror every morning and balk, wondering who was the person staring at me with those dull lifeless eyes. It didn’t look like me, it didn’t feel like me. Oh…We had the same face, the same height, the same hair, the same nose, and the same damned freckles everyone and their mother told me looked cute. But it wasn’t me; it was a stranger staring back through the mirror wearing my skin. And it frightened me, because I knew it wasn’t me, but nobody else could see it. And why couldn’t they? Why couldn’t they just see the stranger staring at them through my eyes?” he turned towards his companion and sighed “It makes you feel so tired, and you just want to sleep because the thing you dread the most is opening your eyes in the morning and looking at that taunting reflection in the mirror. Looking at the person everyone says is you, the person everyone believes is you. And the person you don’t recognize. It chafes at you in the long run, not knowing how you lost the spark that made you who you were.”
“What did you do then? How did you find that spark again?” asked his companion, curiosity and sympathy swirling in his eyes.
“That’s just the thing. There was nothing to find. I hadn’t lost anything, how could someone just lose himself? No…What made me, me, wasn’t lost. It was buried under so many expectations, and molded into something it wasn’t. So I did what I had to do, I unraveled the chains around my heart and mind. Broke the mirror that brought me so much strife and relearned what made me who I am. And those same people, who couldn’t see me before started asking why I changed so suddenly.” He snorted and cocked his head to the side with a smug smirk “And do you know what I did? I laughed in their face, I laughed at their ignorance. Because no one but me can dictate who I am”
-hauntingstoryteller
Have you ever felt like you were falling down a deep, endless chasm ?
A colorless, wide, empty abyss. You’re all alone, surrounded by insidious, vicious, grating voices. The thoughts that chafe and cut right down to the soul. Your heart seems to weigh so much, that the beat echoing inside your chest sounds like warning bells. And you’re coughing, you’re chocking, because your lungs have frozen over from the cold. So every breath you take slices through you like shards of ice.
But then, that person walks in. And it could be a friend, a sibling, a lover, a spouse…They walk in, and they look at you and they smile. And suddenly, your feet touch the ground, you’re not falling anymore. Your eyes can actually make sense of the colors surrounding you. Those snarling, hideous things inside your mind are safely locked away. The weight over your heart lessens, its beating finally sounds right. Warmth fills your body and you can breathe anew. The frost that had taken over your lungs, blissfully, falls away.
And you smile back, softly, achingly sweet. Because after so much time you feel alive again.
-hauntingstoryteller