normal people having a cold: *sneeze a lot and have to constantly blow their nose but they can still do stuff like they normally would*
me having a cold: i am dying this is the worst day of my life *sneezes and almost faints while doing it*
NASA
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Love Begins
macklin celebrini has autism

Product Placement
styofa doing anything

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AnasAbdin

Andulka
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Xuebing Du
Claire Keane
Keni
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Kaledo Art

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

@theartofmadeline

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d e v o n
trying on a metaphor

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normal people having a cold: *sneeze a lot and have to constantly blow their nose but they can still do stuff like they normally would*
me having a cold: i am dying this is the worst day of my life *sneezes and almost faints while doing it*
me having a conversation
me: *doesn't fucking say anything but "yeah" and "ok" because i don't want to mess this up by saying some weird shit*
them:
them thinking: why does this person hate me
Safety PSA for people who bind with sports bras
Yo!  This is a very important PSA for trans folks who bind their chests.  Even if that doesn’t pertain to you, I’d really appreciate if you’d reblog it or repost it or anything to spread it, because it’s a really important safety thing that is basically unknown amongst trans folks.
A lot of trans folks don’t have binders available, because of cost or parents or whatever.  A common solution to this is sports bras - doubled or way way too small or both.  Some people use sports bras even though they do have binders.  If you use them for binding for any reason, this PSA is for you.  (Note: this also includes crossplayers, crossdressers, etcetera.  I’m using trans folks as a shorthand because that’s what I’m used to, but this includes all of y’all as well.)
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me, reading a fanfic when the characters are still crushing on each other : why don’t they just kiss already?
me, reading the fanfic when the characters has already made a commitment in the relationship : don’t they have anything better to do than kiss all the time?
i hate not fucking knowing my gender. i’m talking about myself in third person like “she..” “they...” “he...” and it all feels wrong wtf i used to know so many things now i don’t even know who i am . i don’t even know where this post is supposed to go why is my life falling apart before my eyes...
My life explained in 3 tags
i could buy 20 jars of nutella and nobody would stop me.
except my social anxiety cause what if the cashier asks me why i’m buying 20 jars of nutella…
also my bank account...
i could buy 20 jars of nutella and nobody would stop me.
except my social anxiety cause what if the cashier asks me why i’m buying 20 jars of nutella...
i could buy 20 jars of nutella and nobody would stop me.
bonus
inspired by this
please don’t repost or remove caption, reblogs are really appreciated tho!
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cracking open a cold one with the
guys gals and nonbinary pals
god i fucking love bread. also im gay
Melanie Martinez’s Mad Hatter (2017)
THIS IS FUCKING WITH MY BRAIN
reblogging to fuck with someone else.Â
I thought my phone fucked up
I THOUGHT THIS FUCKING SITE BROKE AGAIN
What the fuck
Bruh STAAAHHPP
FUCK YOU I THOUGHT IT WAS FCUKING UP
WHAT THE FUCK IS OGING ON
youve heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for
my love for thomas sanders
Truce (Prinxiety)
I wrote this earlier and forgot to post it. I don’t think I edited it, i’m pretty sure I just wrote it and then pretended it didn’t exist because my writing is terrible :DÂ
Lyrics in this fic are from the Twenty One Pilots song “Truce”
Virgil had been happier than before all of them accepted him, everyone knew this. The darkly dressed boy would never admit it, though. He would also never admit when he wasn’t happy, but he didn’t have to. Someone would find out. And that someone today was the Prince.
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