marceline @marceeelineee - Tumblr Blog

if you’re offline or away and i message you something (like a link to a meme or a picture or w/e) honestly just assume that i’m just leaving it there for when you get back and not expecting you to answer straight away. i don’t need you to respond with “hey, sorry, i wasn’t at the computer!” or anything. i was leaving u a gift for later.

slightmayhem

This also applies if you’re online and just don’t want to or have the energy to deal with humans in the moment. Just because we have the ability to reply in real time does not mean we have the obligation.

withering-and-wilting

This is nice especially when your friends are in different time zones

puppetwithapistol-deactivated20

The Time Is Now!

Tracey Emin

exciting

where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!

marzipanandminutiae

the thing about millennials who don’t want kids is I feel like a lot of them are deeply On Board for their friends’ kids

like I’m among the minority of my friends in definitely for sure wanting kids someday

but each of my parenthood-eschewing friends has claimed a different role in my future offspring’s life and they seem very excited to play it

so we as a generation may have fewer children

but I feel like they’ll be the most supported and loved children imaginable

pfdiva

As a millennial who doesn’t want children, I am seconding this, because it’s not like we don’t want children to exist in the world! We do! Children can be lovely and amazing and they are literally our future! It’s just So Very Difficult to raise children in our nuclear-family society, especially as a millennial, and you want to do the job RIGHT.

Well, if you can’t do the job right yourself, the least you can do is help a friend raise THEIR child right, help take the burden off their shoulders, and give that kid all the love and attention they can stand.

I’d be damned excited to do that, too.

thelongestpuzzle

this generation is so excited and ready to be weird uncle/aunt so-and-so

micaxiii

I hope this generation makes communal families a thing again and this time it won’t be treated like a “taboo hippie thing”

tallteal

Takes a village to raise a kid

thegoodqueertheywarnyouabout

i didnt realize so many other people felt this way, when i started watching my roommate’s toddler after school my mom couldnt understand it and i couldnt explain it, but it really was that i dont want a kid but i do want to support kids that already Are

solarpunkarchivist-deactivated2

I am onboard to be as many small people’s queer witch aunt as possible.

neurodiversitysci

I would LOVE to be small people’s weird, fun, accepting aunt.

riverwindphotography

animatedamerican

you know, it is not very often that I see a gif and experience this strong a desire to put my hand into it.

Welcome back to me 🤘

frammentidillusioni-deactivated

Resisto e guardo il cielo sotto una doccia di lacrime, ma goccia dopo goccia anche una roccia è malleabile.

Madman

deadwatered

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the living sea of waking dreams, Where there is neither sense of life or joys, But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; Even the dearest that I loved the best Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest. I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

I Am! BY JOHN CLARE

#john clare #i am

empressansa

“I made her a promise.” The wind ruffled Cassian’s hair as he squinted at the sky. “And when it mattered, I didn’t keep it.” I still dreamed of him trying to crawl toward her, reaching for her even in the semi-unconscious state the pain and blood loss had thrown him into. As Rhysand had once done for me during those last moments with Amarantha. Perhaps only a few wing beats separated us from the broad landing veranda, but I asked, “Why do you bother, Cassian?” His hazel eyes shuttered as we smoothly landed. And I thought he wouldn’t answer, especially not as we heard the others already in the dining room beyond the veranda, especially not when Rhys gracefully landed beside us and strode in ahead with a wink. But Cassian said quietly as we headed for the dining room, “Because I can’t stay away.”

amarperdona-deactivated20180311

I’m Italian, I work around the world, so I’m an immigrant. I can’t not dedicate this award to all the immigrants, simply for a fact: we make dreams, and dreams have no frontiers, no limits - the universe has no frontiers, no limits, no walls. So this is for all the immigrants, like me, who work abroad - [ours] was a set made up by thousands of people of all nationalities and that makes the difference. We’re all extraordinarily united for art and love. Viva la vita.

Alessandro Bertolazzi, answering (in Italian) why he dedicated their Academy Award to immigrants. (via anulloamato)

praetorsreyna

therapy // all time low

defence-against-the-drabbles

Scorily: Bonfires and dancing, for 161914

defence-against-the-drabbles

She was a blur of red and yellow, her hair and dress swirling as she spun in front of the flames. Scorpius could barely distinguish where she started and the fire stopped.

The Potter’s had never held much interest to him, nor he to them… except for recently. Recently the youngest, Lily, had been crawling more and more into his mind. Like right now, when all of his classmates and friends surrounded him but all he could do was watch her dancing on her own. A sigh left his lips as he got up to leave, to get the redhead out of his view, but when he was on his feet she stumbled getting dangerously close to the fire.

Within seconds Scorpius was at her side, his arms secure around her waist “Easy there,” He said, pulling her back on her feet “I think you might have had a bit too much to drink,” Scorpius said as she leaned heavily against his chest.

“Hmm, nope.” Lily said, her arms wrapping around his neck “I’ve have just enough. Any more and I’d pass out, and any less and I would never be able to be this close to you and still talking.” She said with a smile.

Merlin, it wasn’t fair that she had such a brilliant smile as well as everything else.

“Wouldn’t be able to talk to me, huh?” He asked, forcing his usual confidence in front of her.

“Nope. No way. You’re too… distracting.” She said, gesturing vaguely with her hands and Scorpius felt his own grin mirror hers. “But right now I’m still drunk, so you have to dance with me until I sober up,” She said stubbornly, keeping her arms linked around his neck.

“I like that plan. A whole lot,” Scorpius said, his voice low in her ear as Lily started to sway in time with the music. They didn’t stop when the song ended. Or when the next finished, or the next. Instead they spent the whole night wrapped in each other’s arms, neither willing to let go first.