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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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KIROKAZE
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

shark vs the universe
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@lawlessdragon
@lawlessdragon it you
It me
It still me
THE LORD OF THE RINGS || THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE RING
This tree has a f*male-pr*s*nt*ng ni**ple and I’m dying to see what Tumblr’s algorithms think about it.
when you’re in your twenties and start to realize how young the protagonists of the novels you read are:
And at some point the protagonist goes,
And you just go,
#bonus points if you started out reading them when they were older than you and you grow up and surpass them and it’s just holy shit [x]
The amazing digital art of Leon Tukker
which chris evans are you today?
No fucks left to give
out of boredom i decided to scan a stuffed shark. here are the results.
your work is appreciated
op i spent entirely too long on this and im sorry
It’s 1:30 am and I’m cackling like a deranged witch
@sassy-dad
@ironmercy
Raise your swords and follow the Feanorians ⚔️
There’s a literal book on why you should in fact NOT follow the Feanorians
FËANOR NO
Zoom in on her face in the third gif. She means this. You are completely irreplaceable.
This went deep man. Look at her face. I would love to know where this came from, what she was talking about. And it’s true. So true. Completely irreplaceable. You are you and there is no better you
Reblogging because I needed to see this message tonight, and something tells me someone else does too.
Reblogging as I think every one of my followers are special and impossible to replace.
Remember that.
You are all special and important, and Ellen is a gift.
Schloss Liechtenstein, Germany (by Stephan Gehrlein)
“Morning In Secret” by Paulo FLOP
my favorite is when Kermit’s facial expression is simultaneously an obvious hand in a puppet but also an instantly recognizable and relatable emotion
@peterparkerisntdead
Is this a female presenting nipples? I’m confused.
User: I saw Goody Proctor’s female presenting nipples in the forest
Tumblr Staff: FLAG THE WITCH
The Abandoned Signs:
Aries: The great stone aeries hewn from the very rock of the mountaintops. Inaccessible, except to those with wings. The roosting halls are littered with bones and empty suits of armor.
Taurus: The colossal secret workshops hidden deep withing the mountains. The great water-wheels lay motionless, the aquifers clogged by scrap and corpses, massive bellows stoking forge fires that have long since gone out.
Gemini: Sprawling garden temples teeming with life. Doorways sealed shut by tree roots, an entire river redirected to pass through the center now flows over the aqueduct walls, carpeting the old holy carvings with moss and river grasses.
Cancer: A graveyard. A grove of sacred trees, each planted in the bosom of a departed soul. The walls have crumbled and the groundskeepers have been dead for centuries. A black ram watches you from a nearby hilltop.
Leo: The courtyard of a long dead philosopher king. Marble statues in dramatic poses, missing limbs and finer features. Wildflowers reach towards their ankles. All encircled by the remains of a palace, only the foundations are left.
Virgo: A temple to the winter itself. Grand feasting halls and warm hearths. Vaulted ceilings built so high the priestesses tended to their own indoor forests. The place is frozen white now, colossal pine trees reaching through the stone to the winter sky.
Libra: An apple orchard. The ground is covered in little pink blossoms. The cider press still wanders the grounds, grinding intruders to a fine golden mulch.
Scorpio: The hanging rock. An altar to the sky. The perch where souls are taken to the next life. The tree of hooks is bare and rusted by the sea salt air. The ground is long since picked clean. Sea birds dont dare to rest here, lets they be mistaken for gruesome bait.
Ophiuchus: A college built into the cliffside. Rolling green hills and ivy cascading over the facade like a waterfall. The great doors are locked. Lavender grows from the window shutters.
Sagittarius: The great stone shipyards. Scuffs on the colossal walls tell of imperious warships and merchant fleets. The locks are stuck closed. Willows grow from the dry docks. The lighthouse watches on.
Capricorn: A ramshackle town built above a sewer cistern. Tiny homes made from trash and driftwood. A schoolhouse, a hospital, even a courthouse, all slowly sinking into the mire.
Aquarius: The grounds where the carnival was held. Nothing but grass and stars now.
Pisces: The site of an old battle. Grass uproots the cobblestones. Countless weapons are thrust into the earth, the hilts tied with red cloth, listing gently in the wind.