[nighteghost-remade]

remade

if you still wanna follow me you can find me at nighteghost.tumblr.com

[musterniillustrates]

[musterniillustrates]

GIVEAWAY ENDS TOMORROW - MAY 5TH, AT 7PM EST.

THE SHITTY HOROSCOPES ANTHOLOGY IS NOW FUNDING ON KICKSTARTER!

The horrible horoscope series is now conveniently compiled into a single book!

Reblog and spread the word for your chance to be one of five people who win a Kickstarter launch celebration package containing:

A signed copy of the Shitty Horoscopes anthology

The original printed zines of the Shitty Horoscopes series, book i-x (1-10)

A 5.5″x8.5″ print of your favourite design of any one (1) sign in the series on a sheet of metallic, Stardream coverstock paper

An adorable/horrible button pack!

Winners will be contacted on May 6th!

[ftpillz]

do. not. reblog. from. sixpenceee. if you wanna reblog the animal / science stuff, find another source. but sixpenceee is ableist and there are so many receipts i can pull up. she makes mentally ill folk into monsters for the ‘scary stories’ she posts and some of her actual scientific information isn’t even accurate. don’t fall for her shit please.

[zinge]

I know it’s easy to see a cool post you like and not realize the source is from Sixpenceee.  But just try to make sure that if you know it’s from her, you don’t give her the attention or revenue by going to her blog or giving her notes.

She has demonized the mentally ill, exotifies the “savant” stereotype of non-neurotypicals, was complacent in her white family employing children as house servants in south Asia, and has been known to go on Anon and harass people.

Please do not give her the time of day.

[chessys]

my favourite bit is when ur lying in bed but not asleep just warm and happy in that space where ur real storyline seems very abstract

[spice-arts]

u kno he ded  

[badlydrawneverything]

[dingohan]

me

[moonskek-deactivated20251028]

“Seals In A Kelp Forest” by Kyle Mcburnie

[bettedavisgf]

it’s a robot

[poeticalienprince-deactivated20]

breaking news: robot’s lack of genitals scares the cis

[assuming-dinosaur]

Only the cis deal in absolutes.

[malcolm-f-tucker]

I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.

[luftblumen-deactivated20150807]

I really needed this

[theradicalace]

I’m bringing this back for December to remind everyone.

You did not waste your year.

If you made it this far, that’s already not wasting your year.

You made it through the year, you laughed, you cried, you smiled, you saw the sun and felt the rain, and most importantly, you’re still here.

You did not waste your year.

You mad it this far, and I’m proud of you.

[threebigolsausages-deactivated2]

fight me in space. me standing on my asteroid. you standing on your asteroid. every 600 million years when their orbits just barely intersect we attempt to smack each other

[cannabisbutch]

i have such a wide range of emotions, including

Not-sure-what-im-feeling-but-it-isnt-bad

Not-sure-what-im-feeling-but-it-isnt-good

Empty

Pure Unbridled Rage

Manic Energy

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[midtown120blues-deactivated2018]

me: types “titty” into google on an incognito window

the nsa: 

[korillaz-deactivated20160203]

me: *sees nsfw art of a character that should never have nsfw art*

me:

[charminglyantiquated]

there’s dozens of stories about some kid from our world falling into a different, magical one,  being the chosen one or the close companion of the chosen one and saving the world, and then going home where they’re delighted to see their family again and have a new appreciation of their own life. but what about someone who didn’t miss it? what if you save the world and you’re given your medal and stripped of the magic you learned and put back in a world you never missed? and you’re furious.

maybe you gave up a few years of your life. you have callouses and muscles and a few scars and maybe a missing eye or something. you definitely have some blood on your hands. you might have PTSD you can’t talk to anyone about. and suddenly you’re fifteen again, in a body that’s too soft and too short and too complete. you’re always cold because there’s no magic burning in your veins anymore, and even as you grow up the feeling of not fitting doesn’t go away because when you look in the mirror at eighteen you look all wrong: this is not what you’re supposed to look like at eighteen. the sky clouds and you rub at the phantom ache of injuries this body never received. you wake up screaming sometimes remembering the sorcerer who burnt your hand to ashes, or the final battle you almost didn’t make it through, or the moment you felt the magic in you go out.

but here’s the thing: they took you and made you into a weapon that was determined enough and powerful enough to save a whole world. they can put you back where they found you but they can’t undo everything. and there’s this, too: the place between worlds clings to you. you can’t tease fire out of the air but you can feel the pull of the doorways all the time, although none of them so far go to your world.

but you try to make it work for a decade, anyway. you’re dutiful. but one night you leave work late and for the thousandth time you catch yourself searching the sky for firebirds. and you break. of the three portals within five hundred miles, one is a howling, frozen wasteland and one is a deep violet void, but one opens into a misty forest that you step into and don’t look back. it’s not your world, but if you keep going long enough, you’ll get there.

(and maybe much, much later, hundreds of worlds later, you climb through a window, or a door of woven branches int he middle a field, or push aside a curtain, and as you set foot on new land you feel the fire in your veins and sparks at your fingertips and finally, finally, you’re home)

[nighteghost-remade]

me: what if instead of doing literally anything i just slept all the time

me: thats a sign of depression

me:

me: ok we'll deal with that later but first we nap

[darkrarts]

2015 in a nutshell

-Can’t remember when it started -Still don’t understand how yesterday wasn’t Halloween -Did I even have a birthday? -Why doesn’t anything feel real? -Where the fuck is my memories I seriously don’t remember anything