[glumshoe]

I heard too many sounds at once and now I am a bitch

[tits-n-trix]

We're all one sensory overload away from becoming the strongest versions of ourselves

[glumshoe]

supervillain origin story: two conversations happened near me at the same time

[sovietpostcards]

Kitten with a yarn ball, Vintage postcard by L. Gamburger (1968)

[sovtime]

Котёнок. Художник Л. Гамбургер. 1968 год.

[sovietpostcards]

“To the Moon!” Illustration by K. Bektashev as published in Iskorka magazine (Oct. 1958)

[sovtime]

«Даёшь Луну! Сгущённая земная атмосфера». Рисунок К. Бекташева. Журнал Искорка. 1958 год.

[bad-days-are-ok]

[sovietpostcards]

“Sleep, baby squirrel, in your crib. Give mother squirrel a bit of sleep.”

Illustration by I. Belopolskaya and I. Komarov.

[picsfromsiberiangirl]

I’d love to live in a quiet place like this.

[haxyr3]

Stolen from Steve

[autisticjoy]

idk what it is about sitting in chairs and having both feet on the floor but it’s so uncomfortable and awful and i’ll never willingly do it if there’s literally any other option

[ruscatontheroof]

“The goddesses of fate” S.Plutenko.

“Богини судьбы“ C.Плутенко

[kaeepet]

“I used to think love was hearts shaking in fragile ribcages, ready to burst out when two loves meet. When palms touch and the conversation gets faster but your mind gets slower because all you can think about is their hand in yours, their fingers so long, their skin so soft and yours too rough and you hope they don’t mind it too much. Long walks that you’ll always remember but you’ll never know what you said because they gave you their jacket and you keep trying to remember how they smelt against your skin. I think love is calm. It’s ‘good morning’ and ‘have a good day’ and ‘I can’t wait to hear all about it but I’ll let you live it for now’. It’s the first time they tell you how the universe was made, and the first time you aren’t scared to disagree. It’s the way your palm used to sweat but it doesn’t anymore, the way your hands reach for each other’s when the lights are out. It’s arguing in the middle of the grocery store about what to make for dinner, and making a mess in the kitchen and not caring about who first threw the flour. It’s two hearts unsatisfied because they’ll never touch. It’s knowing that they’ll never really need to. It’s the way they’ll always be stubborn and you’ll always be kind, the way you’ll always be impatient but they’ll always calm your mind. It is the walk home after the firework display. It’s the way you’ll never ask, but they’ll still stay.”

— love is // r.e.s (via thoughtsintorhymes)

[quotemadness]

“It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.”

— Chuck Palahniuk

[birdluvr1993]

whip cream

[thegleampt2fromtheglowpt22001]

honestly just eliminate every post on this site except for this. tumblrs only purpose to me now is to be a vessel for whip cream

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Beware of destination addiction: The idea that happiness is in the next place, the next job, or even with the next partner. Until you give up the idea that happiness is somewhere else, it will never be where you are.”

— Unknown

[krustie]

not to be gay but girls can like… get it

[just-shower-thoughts]

If homosexuality occurs naturally in almost all animals, you’ve probably seen a lesbian pigeon at some point.

[chromnur]

[official-lucifers-child]

every time i think, i take 10 damage

[fandomchaosposts]

and everytime we kiss I swear I could fly

[inkskinned]

unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, i cannot just “walk up and join the circle of people talking”, but it does sound lovely thank you