Cosimo Galluzzi
occasionally subtle

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KIROKAZE

if i look back, i am lost

titsay
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Janaina Medeiros
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AnasAbdin
taylor price
will byers stan first human second
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

pixel skylines
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Andulka

Love Begins
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@misplaceddick
Transcript: Yesterday my cousin said that my rooster wasn't a real rooster. He said he's a Walmart rooster. *chicken noises* Does this not look like a real rooster to you? *chicken makes a sound again* Sure, he's small, but he has feelings.
important context this person looks and sounds like they’re gonna cry
do i even have to fucking say it
20.01.16_donggu
thinking about the time i was struggling to open my water bottle in class, and a girl that i had spoken to maybe 3 times came up to me and went
"let me help you baby"
and then proceeded to struggle to open the bottle
my favourite type of fan fictions are like. Slightly canon divergent. Like everything is the same but we fix this one annoying detail you can’t stand and let it butterfly effect the whole story.
worst day ever
Longing for the return of your sailor I was listening to “Fear a’ Bhàta” a lot back in November and it inspired me for a risography serie. But heaven forbid i make anything straight so here we are, with a “Bean a’ bhàta” version of the song. I still have some stocks and will open some orders online in the coming week for anyone interested (let me know which one is your favorite of the 4, I’m curious 👀)
🍎Rosalie’s Revenge Scene from Twilight. Halloween bridal week… :)
Once again its 3am and this washing machine wizard haunts me
i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second
anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk
and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something
paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.
i say, paul.
is that a nerf gun.
yeah, says paul.
i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.
he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?
and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–
a foam dart hits me in the leg.
i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.
i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.
no dart this time. okay. sweet.
so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it
anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.
why do parents bust in your room like they trynna catch you cheatin on them with another pair of parents