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ok im super bored pls send me songs to listen to and I will listen and then make lil posts about them explaining how they made me feel :) spread your love of music with me I wanna know what u guys r into!!

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funnytwittertweets

oreganosbaby

Nostalgia. It’s delicate, but potent👌💪 Teddy told me that in Greek🇬🇷 “nostalgia” literally means the😢 pain from an old wound🤕 It’s a twinge in your heart💖😊 far more powerful😮💪🙌 than memory alone💭🖼🕑 This device isn’t a spaceship🚀🚫 it’s a time machine🕑 It goes backwards⬅ forwards➡ takes us to a place where we ache to go again🏖🏙✈↩ It’s not called the wheel🙅 It’s called the carousel🎪🐴✨ It lets us travel the way a child travels👦👧✈💫 Round and around, and back home again↩↩🏡 to a place where we know we are loved👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💞

siriusfanofpadfoot

do ppl still use tumblr omg

siriusfanofpadfoot

actually nvm it’s peaceful here I understand the draw

chewbacca

Bambi (1942) 🦌🌿

rob-pattinson

ZENDAYA InStyle / 2020 › ph. Ahmad Barber & Donté Maurice

do ppl still use tumblr omg

shesnake

Parasite (2019) dir. Bong Joon-ho

caroldanversenthusiast

“I’m speaking to you from my heart. Look, I don’t know if I’m going to have a career after this, but fuck that. Today is about innocent people who were halfway through their process, we don’t know what George Floyd could have achieved, we don’t know what Sandra Bland could have achieved, but today we’re going to make sure that won’t be an alien thought to our young ones. Every black person in here remembered when another person reminded you that you were black. So none of you out there, all those protesters on the other side, protesting against what we want to do, protesting against what we want to try and achieve, burn you, this is so vital. I need you to understand how painful this shit is. I need you to understand how painful it is to be reminded every day that your race means nothing and that isn’t the case anymore, that was never the case anymore.” John Boyega at The Black Lives Matter protest in Hyde Park June 3rd 2020

rhaenyratheecruel

My hands remember hers, rolling around the shaded firs.

my-beautiful-wickedness

Aragorn sped on up the hill. Every now and again he bent to the ground. Hobbits go light, and their footprints are not easy even for a Ranger to read, but not far from the top a spring crossed the path, and in the wet earth he saw what he was seeking. ‘I read the signs aright,’ he said to himself. ‘Frodo ran to the hill-top. I wonder what he saw there? But he returned by the same way, and went down the hill again.’ Aragorn hesitated. He desired to go to the high seat himself, hoping to see there something that would guide him in his perplexities; but time was pressing. Suddenly he leaped forward, and ran to the summit, across the great flag-stones, and up the steps. Then sitting in the high seat he looked out. But the sun seemed darkened, and the world dim and remote. He turned from the North back again to North, and saw nothing save the distant hills, unless it were that far away he could see again a great bird like an eagle high in the air, descending slowly in wide circles down towards the earth.