To The Neverland

"Let's not disappear like a firework,and continue to shine...forever."

[inkstainedleaves]

Vincent van Gogh, Flowering Garden (details)

[kyloren]

Kit Harington on How To Train Your Dragon

[swanwing-deactivated20190913]

» you didn’t think i’d miss your uncle bilbo’s birthday?

[leselfov]

Rivendell by Tony Morris

[melo-9ba]

12/20 ①

[heathens-and-kings]

“I want to speak to a manager,” the middle-aged woman said in her stern I-used-to-be-a-soccer-mom-ten-years-ago voice, looking down at me over the top of her Gucci reading glasses.

A wicked grin split across my face and the gates of Hell opened up behind me, releasing a gust of hot wind that whipped my apron around my body and forced the woman to shield her face. Demons came forth, dancing around in flames with songs of, “She wants to speak to a manager. Did you hear that? She wants to speak to a manager!” before erupting into earsplitting shrieks of laughter, none louder than my own cackling.

I took in the woman’s look of utter horror before my eyes rolled back into my head and I growled,

“I am the manager.”

[owawaaa]

a thing for one of my favorite posts on this site

[rejectedprincesses]

Ani Pachen (1933-2002): Tibetan Warrior Nun

Whew, that took forever. There is a TON more info - please check the website here for more details in the footnotes. As you can imagine, any entry on Tibet is going to have more nuance than you could hope to fit in. I tried to portray Pachen and Tibet as complex and flawed as they are/were. 

Art notes and whatnot after the cut.

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[westallengifs]

Deleted Scene from ‘Don’t Run’: Barry and Iris’ honeymoon is interrupted by a false alarm from Ralph Dibny

[wnq-quotes]

I write you awfully dull letters darling, because I get tired and sort of emptied out. And all I have to tell you that I can write is that I love you.

Ernest Hemingway, From a letter dated August 1965

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[ultraviolentangel-deactivated20]

Just because you did something wrong in the past doesn’t mean you can’t advocate against it now. It doesn’t make you a hypocrite. You just grew. Don’t let people use your past to invalidate your current mindset.

[sadboyfactory]

Hypocrisy is when you do something after you’ve condemned it.

Growth is when you condemn something because you’ve learned from your mistakes.

[learningtoacceptchange]

THIS

[seabornsystem-remade-deactivate]

realising that you were a hypocrite and changing your behaviour is also growth

[royal-mortician]

opposite of depression nap. depression awakeness. refreshing the same three websites over and over. there’s nothing new on any of them. eight seconds have passed and it feels like a century

[help-n-quotes]

I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via help-n-quotes)

[wnq-quotes]

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

Lemony Snicket, When Did You See Her Last?

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[parrotiny]

i want to know what bears think sometimes

[mediocrechick]

[parrotiny]

[morgluxia]

[doublesslightpeppa-deactivated2]

[ofools]

[just-shower-thoughts]

When an earthquake happens coffins become underground maracas.

[allsnotwellinthegalaxy-deactiva]

thanks for that not at all terrifying image 

[pochowek]

tumblr user, drinking a bottle of uncontaminated water in post apocalyptic america: i love this?? this is so pure omg

[dagny-hashtaggart-deactivated20]

tumblr user, finding a miraculously untouched packet of frozen pastries in post-apocalyptic america: beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure

[argumate]

tumblr user, succumbing to dehydration in the wilderness of post-apocalyptic america: my hands are literally shaking as I type this

[anosognosic]

tumblr edgelord, to a booby-trap in post-apocalyptic america, an arrow embedded deep in their chest: i’m sorry, are you triggered? 

[argumate]

tumblr user, attempting to reestablish a pony express mail service across the shattered remnants of post-apocalyptic america: this post is important

[trickytalks]

tumblr user, standing behind thousands of other refugees from post-apocalyptic america, straining to hear the instructions of the volunteer who is giving them their floor space assignments: say it louder for the people in the back

[coruscantknave]

tumblr user, handing out vials —filled with a cure for the plague which has devastated the world— to the remaining people of post-apocalyptic america: spread this like wildfire

[bass-borot]

tumblr user, checking the post-apocalyptic town’s notice board for information important to rebuilding: why doesn’t this have more notes??

[eight-times-nine]

tumblr user, about to venture out into a dangerous part of the post-apocalyptic world with a small group of volunteers for whom they care for dearly and are concerned about the mental wellbeing of and the impact the adventure could have on them: if you don’t like this unfollow me right now

[mikkeneko]

tumblr user, watching a boy be dragged into the stocks of a post-apocalyptic settlement for the crime of stealing a crust of bread: FREE HIM

[kaylapocalypse-deactivated20201]

Post post modernism

[quasi-normalcy]

tumblr user, trekking on foot across the burned out plains of post-apocalyptic america in search of refuge for what seems like forever: Is Canada even real?

[quasi-normalcy]

tumblr user, being offered bark tea to fend off against scurvy in post-apocalyptic america: This tea is HOT!

[empressstars]

tumblr user, alone and searching for the warmth and comfort of other humans and being jumped by a group of post-apocalyptic american vigilantes: I came out to have a good time and i’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

[reserve]

tumblr user, caring for a nursery of small children, the last children born into this broken, dying world, gently feeding them watery broth: take a fuckin’ sip babes

[avocados-and-avocadonts]

tumblr user, watching a suspicious figure approach the gates of their ramshackle settlement in post-apocalyptic america: who is she

[staff]

tumblr user, looking helplessly at their shattered pole weapon before perishing in the battle circle of post-apocalyptic america: wtf staff

[pochowek]

staff replied, post is over

[glumshoe]

The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch men give you when they read you as male:

The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch men give you when they read you as female:

The “excuse me, I’m passing behind you” touch your friends give you: