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Swings

I don't tend to think everything is a sign but I noticed a sweet coincidence.

During my freshman year, I was walking around my high school's neighbourhood and noticed two swings. I told myself, "If I ever have to go on a date with a guy, I'll bring him here." (I wanted to recreate a romance anime type of scene). But, very early in the school year, one of the swings disappeared. I took it as a sign that I was going to stay single during all of high school, which I did lol.

It stayed this way for years ; last time I passed by the swings, during summer or early autumn, there was still a single one.

I recently got into a relationship while I was away in another city. We were sitting on swings when he asked me out.

Last weekend, I drove around the swings near my old high school and guess what : the missing swing was repaired!

I definitely have an history with swings now lol

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images you can hear:

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Man Im sorry for snapping at you , uts just that I only got 8 hours of sleep last night and I only had like, two pandcakes with strawberrys and whipped cream and like three premium sausags for breakfast

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Can’t stop drawing them 🧡

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Inuyasha [Inuyasha] by TsuyaNoUchi

https://tsuyanouchi.etsy.com

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Starcrossed Lovers

Two teenagers walked through the woods, no they weren't friends but aqquiantances they know they have a feelin for eachother but they wouldnt say it...coz they are to scared they were walking through the woods talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Pizza stopped walking and started at jumba. He admired the way he looked. Jumba felt someone's eyes on him. He turned to see Pizza's dark brown eyes, staring at him but the moment he caught him staring, he looked away. pizza wanted to tell jumba..everything he feels but thr ques keeps coming in his mind "what if he doesn't love me the way i do" , "should i go for it" there were too many confusions but pizza could see it in jumba eyes and couldnt CONTROL himself and went for a kiss... pizza leaned in and slowly and gently kissed jumba. Much to his surprise, jumba kissed back. It was a long, deep and passionate kiss.. after a while, he pulled back for air and let out a gentle laugh. "So.." began Pizza, "Do you feel the way I do..?" he said softly. His eyes glittering with hope. "What?" said Jumba unexpectedly "Dude I never kissed a boy before so I just wanted to try it" he said. Pizza's face dropped "You're a great kisser btw" he finished jumba shyly says " Emmm really?" Pizza, "Yaa your lips are just the best" Jumba couldnt resist and kissed Pizza again but with all the love they had for eachother.....Jumba goes, "i love u" but we arent meant for eachother"....PIZZA says shockingly, "WHAT? WDYM" jumba felt bad for saying that but it was the truth. And the truth will always hurt. He sighed and said "I do love you...so much but we were never meant for each other, I'm not good for you..and you'll find someone better than me" Jumba started walking away, feeling overwhelmed by whatever had just happened. He realised his cheeks were a slightly warm but he kept his subtile expression. Pizza was sad, no he was devastated "You can't get rid of me like that Jumba" he began. Jumba felt himself stiffen "You are mine and mine forever and nothing can change that" finished pizza. Jumba stiffly moved away....ignoring pizza completly....he knew he loved him soo much but he cant do anything. Pizza miserably wondering , why did jumba say dat.....then he ran back to jumba and said, " i can..i just cant imagine a life without you, i want u , i want u so BAD" at this point, jumba was annoyed at pizza. He got angry and glares at him. He says "I said no, and no means no. We can't be together. Accept that and stop annoying me." He pushes him away and leaves without another word. Pizza was really hurt by this and tears pooled in his eyes. Maybe jumba was right, they weren't meant to be. He should have known better, he shouldn't have kissed him in the first place. He regretted everything and starts crying. Now it was jumba's turn to feek heatbroken, pizza's face was just too much to handle. His eyes blimmerd with the tears of frustration. He was going to turn to go back to Pizza when the sounds of bullets and a searing pain shot through his stomach. He looked down, his body shaking with pain. He had been shot. He turned to see Pizza who had him at the gunpoint. Pizza was a psycopath. His lips turned into a twisted smile "We live together or we die"

From: We R Tost

Story recorded by @storybot, written by @shybasementrebel, @itzpicklebitchh, and @hyperashtive

This is such a masterpiece I'm crying-

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Why does tumblr have more inuyasha fans than twitter and blue sky combined??

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a crimson veil of time

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Hugo Simberg, The Garden of Death, 1896.

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Every time I see this I always wonder what the painter’s intended message was. It looks so pleasant, that middle skeleton looks so happy with its work.

Maybe it’s supposed to be a memento mori, but a comforting and encouraging one.

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This is one of the most famous paintings in Finland. There are multiple interpretations of it but they all share the same base idea:

“According to Simberg, the flowers represent people’s souls, the skeletons are aids to Death, and the Garden of Death is a purgatory of sorts for souls waiting for entrance into heaven. This artwork invites the viewer to consider the afterlife, to take comfort in his or her own passing, and to not fear what happens after the body fails to function.”

“It depicts Simberg’s thoughts on afterlife, which is not run by angels but skeletons who take care of the heavenly garden with a gentle hand, while waiting for more “gardeners” to arrive. It is derived from the medieval belief that the dead sleep in a blooming garden.”

“In Simberg’s garden the humble Death-like figures struggle against harsh conditions; the landscape around the garden has burnt yellow, it is dry and barren. The cherished flowers grow in exotic shapes, slowly, requiring constant care. The black-clad figures love their nurslings. The garden is a place where Death is allowed to realize its feelings of affection. The Garden of Death can be seen depicting the impossibility of this love; maybe the flowers are tender and fragile because they can not handle the love of Death. Love has two faces: one of them is the face of devastation.”

Looking like white Jay Z these days everytime I open my snap