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Cosimo Galluzzi
shark vs the universe
Love Begins
Monterey Bay Aquarium
tannertan36
RMH
Claire Keane
we're not kids anymore.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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pixel skylines
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
sheepfilms
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Product Placement
Peter Solarz
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@myinnertumblefumbles
reblog if your name isn't Amanda.
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
world heritage post
I HAVE to reblog this eleven million note post. That’s the most notes I’ve ever seen on tumblr. Also my name is Jade, not Amanda.
HOW IS THERE SO MANY
Not amanda here too
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
Ek tooti hui shayara thi
Jisne kuch khwab bune the
Darte hue, sehme dil se, kuch lafz chune the.
Unhe vo kabhi bol na paayi
Khuda ke paegam hee kuch yu bane the
Par ek din, ek dastakh hui
Uske delhleez ki dhul se kuch phool khil uthe the
Uski awaz mein fir ummeed ke kan sune the
Ek choti si aahat, ab shor banne ko hai
Uski choti si muskan mein ab sitaro ki chamak h
Aur ye sab tera kamal hai, tune us shayara ko jod diya hai
Ab vo khul rahi h, apne dil ko firse khol rahi h
Tahein dil se shukriya, meri zindagi mein aane ke liye, mere ishq
Meri zindagi mujhe lautane ke liye
Shukriya
I think I’m learning patience
I’m tolerant of people taking my time
When before I would have rolled my eyes
I can appreciate them for who they are
And give them a part of my as a gift of that appreciation
And I find myself
More and more
Not asking anything in return
It comes naturally to myself now, too
“In this context, I really like how I act”
I say to myself after a fun night
With safe people
Context becomes my safe haven
And my core, unending self is all of it and loved
(You can start loving over people before you love yourself
Maybe that’s how we learn
Love is not born in a vacuum)
UPDATED: 148 REASONS MERTHUR IS REAL
I'm starting a collection
and another
Ohoho imma use them allllllll
Anyone have any good Merthur fic recs? I feel like I’ve read through the best of what ao3 has to offer me, but I need more!
I don’t do well with cheating or sad ending fics so keep them well within the silly fluff to hurt/comfort range. I don’t mind if its super emotional and sad at points so long as it ends well and is well-written. Bonus points if I get some Arthur POV ones.
Bulbasaur was never the same after that day 🐉
Omg omg I got a bulbasaur at build a bear and I was kinda embarrassed about buying it for myself and stuff but there weren’t any other kids in the store or shoppers for that matter and the girl helping me said she was glad to here it was for me as she collects some plushies and has her own bulbasaur.
Well she was almost done stuffing him and then I noticed that you can put scents in your bear and fucking love cotton candy and the girl basically car salesmen style sold me on the scent pad and asked where I wanted the scent to go
And I didn’t know where it should go but she herself being quite the plushie enthusiast was like “you’re gonna hug him a lot right? may I reccomend right here” and pointed to his forehead
So I was like “awe cute yeah that sounds good” (my bulbasaur is totally stuffed mind you and I even had her make him extra firm )
and then the girl rolls up her sleeves and was like “alright bulbasaur! Here we go! I apologize in advance but this is gonna look very inappropriate!”
And she fisted my super full bulbasaur all the way to her elbow saying sorry to him and to me over and over again. It took her several tries to get the scent pad in place since my bulbasaur was so stuffed and she looked like she was straining and saying “I don’t know why they didn’t think about this design more, so many parents are gonna complain about this one day, I know it”
So all in all this was the best build a bear experience I’ve had since I was a little kid and I love my fat, cotton candy scented, anally inclined bulbasaur to pieces
Every time I see this post I cant stop fucking laughing
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
Comeon potato , i need this. Something. Anything. Please.
this gets funnier every year
The year is 2042. Your daughter is awkwardly silent as she eats her dinner. “Something wrong sweetie?” She sighs and puts down her fork. “I was digging really deep in AO3 last night…Why didn’t you finish that coffee shop au?” It happened. Your past has come back to haunt you. Nay, it never truly left.
U CANNOT OUTRUN UR CRIME
OKAY BUT WAIT. This has happened to me. Recently. Because I am old and I have things out there from previous fandoms with previous pseuds and one day my teenager begins a rant at me about people never finishing any WIPs on the pit of voles (which he does not call the pit of voles because he has No Knowledge of such a thing but yet he still reads on which I didn’t think anyone did any longer) and he points out an example to me of something I WROTE AND LEFT WIPing for ages and he has NO IDEA #1 that his mom wrote this and #2 How much it still haunts me to this day that it will. sit. there. for. eternity. because I am too lazy to pull it down.
oh my god
#why didn’t you finish cleaning your room?#IDK MOM WHY DIDN’T YOU FINISH THE RON/DRACO MERMAID AU?
( @mrv3000 )
Every year, this becomes both more funny, and more painful, and for both of those reasons, it should never be lost or forgotten.
Okay this is something i shall dread in the future
One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret never to be told
Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a chance you must not miss Eleven for a wasp Twelve for a bee Thirteen for a coffee Fourteen for tea
Fifteen for a pencil Sixteen for a pen Seventeen to hear these options once again
Eighteen for pepper Nineteen for salt Twenty for an accident in which you were not at fault
Twenty one for Jerry Twenty two for Tom Twenty three - where are all these magpies coming from?
Twenty five no seriously Thirty this is weird Forty eight from where have all these magpies suddenly appeared?
Sixty two stop counting Seventy just run Ninety nine the revolution of the magpies has begun
Two hundred no more sorrow Five hundred no more fears One thousand for how long the empire of the magpies will last in years
(John Finnemore)
That’s the show.
Soup or Natural
this is my favorite post ever
Soup or natural
Just gotta add this to my newly made collection of thats it thats the show
when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all
because of the huge response to this post, I decided to make a version of the art that includes the text
I’ve also uploaded this design to INPRNT, and all sales proceeds will be donated to environmental and humanitarian charities!
this is still going around with the old dead links - please help me share this version
हर रोज़ कुछ नया सिखा कर जाती है।
हर अंधेर रात के बाद एक सुनहरी भोर आती है।
अब तेरी याद मुझे थोड़ा कम सताती है।
सीख रही हूं मैं, समय के साथ ढलना।
इन सुनसान सी राहों पर थोड़ा अकेला चलना।
धीरे धीरे अंधेरे से निकल रही हूं
दुनिया को एक बार फिर अपना रही हूं।
पर तुझे एक अखरी बार पूछने का जी करता है।
की चांद बड़ा खूबसूरत है, क्या ऐसा तुझे भी लगता है?
bless this person
Rather a nightmare, than this.
Each night I dream up universes,
Where we are still entwined
Under blankets of anonymity.
No need to think, no unsurity.
Each night I fall asleep,
Hoping to see you in the worlds unknown.
Only to be dissapointed by myself,
And my heart, no longer my own.
It's not like I can blame anyone,
You were right in your place.
We were but strangers, never knowing each other
Divided by this boundary in our shared space.
Now you are far away, uncontactable.
Your presence still something I crave for,
You touch still something of a fable,
Something I want, something I still long for.
