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i miss being sexy in public…this hurts

The Good Place really said “People improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them, when they don’t?” and "We choose to be good because of our bonds with other people" and "What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters is if they’re trying to be better today than they were yesterday" and "If soulmates do exist, they aren't found, they're made" and "That knowledge [that life ends] is what gives life meaning" and "The answer is friends" and "That’s what the Good Place really is — it’s not even a place, really. It’s just having enough time with the people you love" and I think that's very sexy of them

kaijuno

ripe

popshiretoko360 on twitter

palegreenstar

Being a teenager is just like * doesnt do homework* *doodles in margins* *wander around house watching youtube* *goes to bed* *plays an instrument badly* *daydreams about going feral and running away to live in the woods* *falls asleep in class*

notkatniss

KINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

honeyglazedbabe

Hozier had time today huh

valtsv

hozier songs are like *blows kiss to the forest* that’s for my baby *throws molotov cocktail at car* AND THAT’S FOR THE REVOLUTION

yupthatexists

It looks like George Carlin is right again, even more than ten years after his death. In his famous “Saving the Planet” standup comedy act, he takes the piss out…

rewind-on-purpose

This is actually pretty exciting. They’ve found a way to turn plastic into food.

Mushrooms are such amazing things. Most are decomposers, meaning they break stuff down into its original components. Some break down dead wood, or animals, others can break down toxic waste, and apparently this one can break down plastic. How cool is that?

as-seeen-on-tv-deactivated20220

transcendisolation

happy pride

mockiato-deactivated20200315

This is the gay agenda jsyk

fifth-gate-rester

this is what radical gay liberation really looks like

possums-against-cops

i would like to.. become a bumble bee. sit on flowers. be yellow. not go to school. not understand capitalism.

sluttyhozier

rawest fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order:

i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

heat of her breath in my mouth; im alive

i’d be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground

idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword

and when the earth is trembling on some new beginning with the same sweet shock of when adam first came

every version of me dead and buried in the yard outside

the stench of the sea and the absence of green are the death of all things that are seen and unseen

if I was born as a blackthorn tree i’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else, I guess any thrill will do

before the wave hits, marveling at god; before he feels alone one final time and marries the sea

betray the moon as acolyte on first and fierce affirming sight

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me, I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me

screaming the name of a foreigner’s god; the purest expression of grief

sweet and right and merciful, i’m all but washed in the tide of her breathing

but you don’t know the hell you put me through; to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

so i try to talk refined for fear that you find out how i’m imagining you

my head was war, my skin was soaked, I called your name ‘til the fever broke

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

remember me, love, when i’m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

digitalis-obscura

true but how could you forget:

my peace has always been dependent, on all the ashes in my wake

I’m somewhere outside my life, babe, I keep scratching but somehow I can’t get in

And the nights were as dark as my baby, And half as beautiful too

aweepingwillow

lemme just add

true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree

if secrets were like seeds, then i’m lying on the marble marvel of the flowers you have made

why would make out in words a cage for your own bird, when it sings so sweet the screaming, heaving fuckery of the world

sugaryewscythe

what if the random money you find in your pockets sometimes is actually just the spirits of your house paying you rent

slashmarks

there’s a big difference between “food waste” as in “farmers destroy tons of food to avoid exceeding quotas” or “supermarkets throw away this much edible food because it doesn’t sell”

and “food waste” as in “it is not actually within the capacity of humans to perfectly predict and track household food consumption, so a certain amount of food per household inevitably goes bad and has to be thrown out every year”