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[wholeheartedsuggestions]

i would like to be the kindest version of myself

[thebestoftimes]

so glad that funky little pharaoh from night at the museum is really moving up in this world

[alcoholicanarchist]

how ted bundy imagined his trial going—

his entire defense: your honor i did not do this

the judge: oh shit our bad lol sorry mr. bundy you’re free to go

[boingoalive1988]

if you ever feel safe please remember that im out there

[understands]

[ytube2mp3-deactivated20190921]

exfoliated 2 hard and scrubbed my face entirely off and am currently looking forward to experiencing the world without the weight of being perceived. i will miss lipgloss tho

[xenosagaepisodeone]

having a permanent full time job is you thinking to yourself “so this is really the rest of my life huh” as you come home every single day before using your 4 hours of recreational activity to do nothing and then going to bed

[grimdark]

i may not be beautiful but at least i know a lot of useless information

[books-read-in-nooks]

Me: “Yeah I read all the time! I’m always reading a book-”

My books sitting unread on my bookshelf:

[donspinglebrick]

when you’re casually going about your day and then you remember michael is still dead:

[soundgardxn]

SO THIS HAPPENED

[kyloren]

👑 a song of ice and fire meme 🐺 [1/9] quotes  » The winters are hard. But the  S t a r k s  w i l l  e n d u r e.    We always have.

[mabylc]

me: not today, satan 

satan: you’ve been canceling our plans for weeks now. if it’s something i said, please just tell me

[just-shower-thoughts]

100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today everyone has cars and only the rich own horses.

[hollyfox142]

The stables have turned

[d1rtypaws]

Me: I love being out at night, I’m not scared of the dark!

tree: *exists, looking very vaguely like a person*

Me:

[sodomymcscurvylegs]

[5tn]

[saintacephale]

autumn aesthetics: the leaves kissing the floor, cinnamon on tea, the treets tainted in warm colors, the smell of pumpkins, the stillness in the rain, the soft voiced tunes, the sound of the rain knocking at your window, the hundreds of blankets to cuddle with, the smell of old books