[etoilesdeglace]

Vax'ildan and Keyleth in The Legend of Vox Machina 3x09 "Thordak's Throne"

[idontknowhowbutyoufoundme12]

maturing is rewatching skam and realising that I based my personality entirely off of noora and that if I have done one right thing in my life is watch this show when I was 14.

alsooo can we take a moment for the soundtrack??? the most impeccable taste in music ever

[apple--lover]

Rewatching skam just to feel something

[karlsteinn]

[ csm ] i be walking with the cheese, thats that queso ‼️

[juuxzi]

ED 2

[shiruba-tsuki]

KON!

[filmbyevi]

U7 @filmbyevi

[spaceyshenanigans]

Tumblr has the best user driven tending algorithm out of any social media platform change my mind

[yorickesque-deactivated20220501]

‘how do I download pdf’: laughable, obvious shorthand for completely tech-incompetent old people

‘how do I edit pdf’: deep mystery our top technologists are still working on to this day

[startedraining]

Login to your account confirm your phone number confirm your email address save password login with google

[girlfromenglishclass]

Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.

[ritikajyala]

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: I added a visualizer for this on my YouTube channel. Check it out here

[beyond-the-pale-deactivated2023]

@mrgryphon - The thrill, the fear, the hope, oil on paper, 2021

Twitter

[exitwound]

this is scaring me like my heart is beating so fast

[cleansingreflections-deactivate]

do you see this shit my liege

[judescai]

the grishaverse fandom will go into shambles the day wylan & nikolai castings are announced

[idontknowhowbutyoufoundme12]

hit me i’m ready for this

[marcuscrassus]

Roberto Ferri - Sigillum