This too shall pass but like holy fuck
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This too shall pass but like holy fuck
“Kazul’s not my dragon.“ Cimorene said sharply. “I’m her princess. You’ll never have any luck dealing with dragons if you don’t get these things straight.”
Dealing With Dragons - Patricia C. Wrede
Do not cite the deep magics to me, witch. I was there when it was written.
that clip of the blues clues guy saying during the process of being hired to be on the show the kids were shown a "conventionally attractive" guys clip and his clip to some kids and they enjoyed him bc he looked like someone who would actually need help is how i feel about the main guy from that show the bear
i have to fucking help him and tell him where mr fox hid his spatula
WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please
NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020
A Bookmark Near the End
He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp
how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh
i haaaate when iris by the goo goo dolls comes in when i’m in a store how am i supposed to act normal when you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin or the moment of truth in your lies when everything feels like the movies yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive
You can’t scare me off with your gay fanart, Tumblr.
I wasn’t the Grand Marshal of DC Pride, New York Pride, and Phoenix Pride for nothing!
#every single lynda carter post that comes across my dash is a DELIGHT#meanwhile i have not seen a single post from ryan reynolds#this tells me that the Tumblr Peer Review system is still functioning at optimal levels#absolutely delighted by this#i can’t say i condone milf wrongs and then tell lynda carter to get off tumblr okay (via @racethewind10)
can everyone reblog with the interest of theirs that was the most intense or continued for the longest because i’m so curious
You know, when I see fictional characters who repress all their emotions, they're usually aloof and very blunt about keeping people at a distance, sometimes to an edgy degree—but what I don't see nearly enough are the emotionally repressed characters who are just…mellow.
Think about it. In real life, the person that's bottling up all their emotions is not the one that's brooding in the corner and snaps at you for trying to befriend them. More often than not, it's that friendly person in your circle who makes easy conversation with you, laughs with you, and listens and gives advice whenever you're upset. But you never see them upset, in fact they seem to have endless patience for you and everything around them—and so you call them their friend, you trust them. And only after months of telling them all your secrets do you realize…
…they've never actually told you anything about themselves.
took me 8 months and very approx 380m of embroidery floss, and I'm now finished. going to have it framed soon :)
anybody else a fan of these rlly niche oneshot fics that r simultaneously a little moody and angsty while being exceptionally tender and sexy. they’re always like 20k words and absolutely nothing happens plot wise except feelings stuff. and they always have a title (like this)
"You can't like that character! They're awful!"
...dude, lemme enjoy my fucking garbage in piece.
Every Anne Shirley Costume (7/?) ❥ Anne Shirley+Hats {part 2 of 2} | Anne of Green Gables: The Sequel (1987)
she awakens from her year long slumber!!!!! welcome back, jules!
Thank you Bonnie!!!! 💛💛💛🥹🥹🥹
Gotta say, never unfollowing all those long abandoned Tumblr accounts is really suddenly starting to pay off.
midnights this or that: lavender haze or maroon? question or mastermind? the great war or paris? anti-hero or bejeweled? snow on the beach or you're on your own kid? high infidelity or would've could've should've? midnight rain or labyrinth? vigilante shit or karma? bigger than the whole sky or sweet nothing? dear reader or glitch?