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what if ur roommate was a werewolf

#yr brain yr brain yr brain yr brain so true so true so hot so true so hot so true #WE NEED MORE WEREWOLF BEAT #and more monster harem #twewy

m-chromatic

if the toxic twitter crowd IS truly coming back, remember it’s up to US to make this site as unappealing to them as phyisically possible, don’t engage with bait/drama, the block button is your friend, clown on corporate accounts / people trying to discreetly advertise stuff for shady companies, you know the drill, godspeed my gender neutral brothers

pikabite

if you genuinely think like this touching grass isn't enough anymore

judgedarts

i love my brother seto he’s so cool and nice, he helps me with super mario sunshine levels that are too hard for me to beat

‘Rear Window’ by Jordi Huisman

#aes

libbyframe

Another flower tatt commish! I love love love these

#art

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( waits for an image to load and its not even that good ) i dont know what to say. i hope we all die.

#f

ritikajyala

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

#this makes me so sad genuinely :/#f

aluhnim

Grieving allows you to grow.

#art

wizardpostsdotorg

*writhing around on the ground in pain* i really don’t think the amulet is that cursed…. you guys are overreacting. it looks great on me anyways. you guys are just jealous

#ygo