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[dankmemeuniversity]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[bringiton]

Derry Girls (2018–), S02E01.

[thecollectibles]

Art by Stefan Koidl

[just-shower-thoughts]

Shovels are comically large spoons, tridents are comically large forks and swords are comically large knifes

[just-shower-thoughts]

The existence of Cardi B implies the existence of Cardi A

[just-shower-thoughts]

Porn makes you horny, and food makes you hungry. Maybe our eyes have more control over our mind more than we ourselves.

[just-shower-thoughts]

Uncle Iroh is likely responsible for a large portion of Jasmine tea sales.

[viralblasts]

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[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[the-memedaddy]

me irl

[onewinged-sephiroth]

I am Andrew Ryan, and I’m here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? ‘No!’ says the man in Washington, ‘It belongs to the poor.’ 'No!’ says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.’ 'No!’ says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.’ I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality, Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.

[432hzvibes]

stillness

I’ve followed ghosts, far too long.

with their dead libraries haunting my thoughts.  almost trapped in my astral body, caught in a dark fog broken by the fire wall surr- ounding our solar system.

i was looking for freedom beyond death.  past the moon- saturn matrix trap of reincarnation.

i was saved by the fallen ones, almost burned by those who claimed they were pure.  i won’t stop searching for home far in the stars, far away from here….

and when i do, I’ll take you with me.  

[kirbycheatfurbymeat-deactivated]

[adamsmasher]

[delicatepoetry]

“I don’t wish to be dead anymore, because the world already feels above my head. As I sit in my grave, every day that passes feels like another shovel of dirt thrown six feet down. I don’t dare climb out, my depression has made me a bed here. She lulls me to sleep, taking away every part of me. I suffocate on my own sorrows, choke on my tears. I can feel my body going numb, feel my heart beginning to rot. All the life I had in me is gone, and I don’t even miss it. I don’t use my voice anymore, there’s no one around to hear. It’s just her and I. We sleep together. We exist together. We struggle together. I’ve gotten too use to her company, I am not fearful of her anymore. I look her in the eyes, and fall deeper each day. Though I can’t help but wonder, if she’ll ever go away.”

— i.c. // already dead

[lovingregs]

When you ask me what’s wrong, I’m not sure what to say. Do you wanna hear how I wish I could crawl out of my own skin because it doesn’t feel much like home anymore? Do you wanna hear how I don’t mind the voices in my head or the ringing in my ears because then I know I’m not alone? Do you wanna hear how I can’t stand to look in the mirror anymore because I don’t know what self love is? Do you wanna hear about how I’m not sure what love is because it’s something so foreign to me? Do you wanna hear about how I cant sleep much anymore so I often find myself thinking about everything I wish I could change. Do you wanna hear about how I’m not even sure why I’m sad, I just know that this hole inside me shouldn’t be here. I know that these things are things you don’t need to hear, so instead I tell you I’m fine, just a little tired

(tired)

[buttonpoetry]

“I don’t trust anyone who talks for a living.”

— Jared Singer, from Forgive Yourself These Tiny Acts of Self-Destruction