We used to be best buddies And now weāre not I wish you would tell me why! Do you want to build a Death Star?
Color Me Curious

if i look back, i am lost
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

#extradirty
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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We used to be best buddies And now weāre not I wish you would tell me why! Do you want to build a Death Star?
The radiant meteor storm of 9 October 1933, Larousse Encyclopedia of Astronomy
how can lawyers argue without cryingĀ
This excellent visual representation of that old scam, ātrickle down economicsā, has been all over Twitter recently.
And then the glass on top gets too big and too full and all the other little glasses below it break and then they all shatter.
And the big glass blames the little glasses for not working hard enough to hold it up.
*SLAMS THE REBLOG BUTTON*
harry can defeat the dark lord but canāt pick up some bacon
he looks at it like he just dropped his hopes and dreams
Whoop thereās goes my bacon just like my parents and my pride.
Just like my parents
JUST LIKE MY PARENTS
ART PRINTS BY STOIAN HITROV - STO
Red Noise Isolation Series
Isolation Fall
Burning Hill
Ancient Thinker
Quiet Heat
Toxic ISOLATION
Toxic Fixie
Native Dream Catchers
Phobia Plastic Surfing
Toxic Forestry TogetherĀ
this information is so satisfying but idk what to do with it
If vader got to raise Luke and Leia. Priceless
This was an adventure from beginning to end
LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS
and here we have a capitalistĀ
Did you just.
let us all take a moment to appreciate that all of human history and human language and the universe itself aligned to make this joke possible
note to self
- stop checking whoās watching your story compulsively, or at all - stop checking if theyve read your message - stop deleting posts and pictures when they dont get enough attention - who cares if they can hear your music blasting through your earphones, turn it up - stop comparing yourself to her. you are enough - stop apologizing for being sick - stop refreshing your notifications, my fingers are so sore - ignore the urge to conform to their expectations - stop talking, listen - do not let people tell you to calm down - stop trying to get them to want you , if they want you they will ask - stop making the same mistakes - stop feeling bad about thinking of his body against yours - stop refraining from appreciating yourself - stop explaining yourself - create. - you dont need people - stop feeling everything so damn much
I want to live my life all over again, to begin again to be utterly wild.
Mary Oliver, from āA Meeting,ā New and Selected Poems: Volume One (via lifeinpoetry)
calibraptor:
Oh my god Iām glad Iām not the only person that sees this
I am Queen of This Trash Heap. I have built an empire of my own Anguish. And everyone called me crazy, until they called me brilliant. Like I havenāt had the same mouth my whole life.
Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
Let me be crystal clear: if youāve faced a tragedy and someone tells you in any way, shape or form that your tragedy was meant to be, that it happened for a reason, that it will make you a better person, or that taking responsibility for it will fix it,Ā you have every right to remove them from your life. Grief is brutally painful. Grief does not only occur when someone dies. When relationships fall apart, you grieve.Ā When opportunities are shattered, you grieve.Ā When dreams die, you grieve.Ā When illnesses wreck you, you grieve. So Iām going to repeat a few words Iāve uttered countless times; words so powerful and honest they tear at the hubris of every jackass who participates in the debasing of the grieving: Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.
Everything Doesnāt Happen For A Reason ā Tim LawrenceĀ (viaĀ hereticnarrative)