𝐸𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ ྀིྀ @metalresilience - Tumblr Blog

kaynkatt

This rap STILL goes hard in school... and on tumblr🔥🔥🔥

eu7hyy

delicatebonesxx

mr-dinosaurus

Dude, i love you and you're my best friend but if you keep bringing an air of indescribable terror and wrongness into the house then you're going to have to leave. You're upsetting the cats.

halfaaxxa

internetsavi0r

ahh i loved scrolling through your blog !

since i feel closer to being an angel than a human, being referred to as such brightened my day just a tad

glad to be mutuals ^^

thank you my angel!!!! This is very sweet of you (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

I believe a lot of people have days where they think they couldn't possibly be human! I find some people's reason silly, one person said they couldn't possibly be a human because they didn't think they had a heart.

Even though we are separated by race, sexuality, gender, hierarchy, beliefs, language, we are all human on the inside ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

I find some people so divine I have to ask and check if they are truly human and not an angel sent down (,,>﹏<,,)

cyb3rangel1

edit: why does this have so many notes,,, all of my tumblr notifs is from just this post,,

ajdoesprompts

It started out harmless enough. Peter figured out smoking weed helped dull his hearing.

His body metabolised everything at three times the speed of a normal person so he went through the stuff like a knife through butter. Him and Ned, chilling in Peter’s room, getting high.

And then he went to a party and got offered something stronger. It was more effective, lasted longer, made him feel better, dulled everything so he could finally focus again.

Adderall. Easy enough to find. He told Ned it was prescribed to help him in school.

But then the guy he bought it off got arrested for possession, so he found someone else. Problem was, the second guy didn’t sell adderall, only cocaine.

And fuck, that was a massive step up, but Peter was at the point where going without anything made him feel like he was going crazy so he paid the guy and tested it out in small dosages.

And life continued.

And then May started asking why he was skipping school, falling behind, not going out as Spider-Man anymore.

Tony was asking why he was so angry, why he stopped going over for lab days, why he didn’t call May to tell her where he was anymore.

And then Tony really looked at him, and his eyebrows furrowed into a deep sort of confusion laced with anger.

“What the fuck are you taking?”

And Peter’s life stops.