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fuckyeahaltars

Gaia Summer Altar

topherchris

thinking of everyone out there who’s alone today. hang in there. here’s geen goblin ass

kivcraft

jonbutter

gayasscommie-deactivated2017090

So a friend of mine made this based off a fb status I made and now it’s *everywhere*

gamecubist

this post made me lose a follower

nygmacere-deactivated20191104

this post is the physical embodiment of “how could you say something so controversial yet so brave”

azoraahai

baby grogu really said i am one with the force and now it is time to yeet!!!

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in my notifications

thisurlwasnttakenbutnowitis

neechees

strangerfandomfiascos

airportrunwaymodel

c4ps3p

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high comedy

kingwizardandthelizardgizza-blog

Douglas Adams is the best when it comes to describe characters

quasarkisses

they need to teach classes on Douglas Adams analogies okay

“He leant tensely against the corridor wall and frowned like a man trying to unbend a corkscrew by telekinesis.”

“Stones, then rocks, then boulders which pranced past him like clumsy puppies, only much, much bigger, much, much harder and heavier, and almost infinitely more likely to kill you if they fell on you.”

“He gazed keenly into the distance and looked as if he would quite like the wind to blow his hair back dramatically at that point, but the wind was busy fooling around with some leaves a little way off.”

“It looked only partly like a spaceship with guidance fins, rocket engines and escape hatches and so on, and a great deal like a small upended Italian bistro.”

“If it was an emotion, it was a totally emotionless one. It was hatred, implacable hatred. It was cold, not like ice is cold, but like a wall is cold. It was impersonal, not as a randomly flung fist in a crowd is impersonal, but like a computer-issued parking summons is impersonal. And it was deadly - again, not like a bullet or a knife is deadly, but like a brick wall across a motorway is deadly.”

nudityandnerdery

And, of course: “The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don’t.”

assassinregrets

the one that will always stay with me is “Arthur Dent was grappling with his consciousness the way one grapples with a lost bar of soap in the bath,” i feel like that was the first time i really understood what you could do with words.

marsdaydream

I will reblog this every time I see it because these are some of my favorite sentences in the English language.

wolfmoonjournal

Iconic.

veggieheist

HNNG I aspire to describe things which such vivid imagery 👁️👄👁️

loveletter2you

bell hooks, All About Love

furiousgoldfish

When you’re being emotionally manipulated by a person close to you, you don’t feel it as abuse right away. Instead, there’s a sense of bond, connection and understanding for this person. They uphold you as someone who gets them, sole person who understands their troubles and someone they depend on for warmth and care. This persons life feels bigger than you, their troubles more important, their feelings precious and to be preserved at any cost.

You don’t notice when you start feeling small and meaningless. Suddenly bringing forth your own troubles is a burden, even saying how they hurt you, you’re only making them feel bad, and making their life worse. So you learn it’s time to suck it up, not take anything personally, extend your understanding and empathy so far that even a damage to you cannot be judged or held as an offense to your person. You clench your teeth and bow your head down, enduring pain so you could keep helping this person, keep them in your life, protect them from their own actions.

Sometimes they go overboard and you can’t handle it anymore, but no matter how you explain it, you cannot reach them. They insist on good intentions, on being oblivious, they change what happened or present their version of the story where they had every excuse, and no choice but to hurt you. You start feeling neglected, ignored and used, increasingly more pained by every time it happens because you know you’d never do it to them, but they seem to play by the different rules.

At this point you’ve invested so much of your care and endurance into this person, walking away feels like giving up, letting all your heart go to waste, feeling stupid you ever expected they would do it back. The little crumbs of attention they sometimes throw at you start feeling like something you can’t do without. You cling to hope you will deserve to be loved back even as you see it slipping thru your hands and breaking your heart.

Thats why emotional abusers are dangerous, and not easy to get away from. None of us are immune to warmth and affection they show us at the start, and hope that it could be like that again is enough to make you endure torture sometimes. Nobody deserves to be treated this way, nobody’s value can be reduced to someone else’s coping tool.

Keep your heart safe from those who would carelessly throw it away. You’re worth more than that.