no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed
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Keni
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
we're not kids anymore.

#extradirty

shark vs the universe

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oozey mess
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Stranger Things
The Stonewall Inn

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noise dept.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed
The end of good omens 3 except instead of Satan and God showing up in the bookshop it’s the delivery man from s1 to pick up the backup copy of the Book of Life that has been there all along.
right after michael romance broke up they dropped frankie airo into the bong and smoked him. SAD. well theres other rhythm guitarists
i've always wanted to visit the beautiful city of chicago because i love their citation style
I’m back I guess
who is the Toronto baseball warlock
tfw it’s Space 1970ish and you’re a porter wagoner style musician but you have the hots for a johnny cash style musician. this is all ashley's fault [ID in alt text] (twitter)
also nobody asked but this is leia in this au
HOW DID I MISS THE LEIA ART I!!!! love her!!!!!!!!
~ardent shilling for folks to read A Little Farther Down the Line, which was inspired by this art and has Din & Luke falling in love on the road, a belligerent love for midcentury Americana, and Leia smoking Salems~
Summer…. Dykes in tiny shorts, dykes in crop tops, dykes in muscle tanks, dykes in short skirts, dykes in sundresses, dykes showing off legs and tummies and tits and ass and arms… we are so blessed
Especially fat dykes. Very much especially fat dykes
Honestly, y'all, I'm begging you. Take the time to think and learn for yourself. Even if it's just something casual like knitting or cooking. Exercise your brain. It's important.
I didn’t do well in college. I had untreated ADHD and was working full time as a baker in addition to going to school (and COVID happened). But at least the papers I royally fucked up, I fucked up with integrity. Those were MY stupid words, goddamnit!
it’s time
deep rooted respect for women who openly get mad and are okay w being perceived as bitchy
beautiful blue skies and golden sunshine all along the way
its cause you always slouching toward that damn bethlehem
chatgpt is the coward's way out. if you have a paper due in 40 minutes you should be chugging six energy drinks, blasting frantic circus music so loud you shatter an eardrum, and typing the most dogshit essay mankind has ever seen with your own carpel tunnel laden hands
Well? Have you?
Reblog for a miracle to happen tonight
Gentle reminder that the human eye is naturally drawn by noise and movement, so the next time you walk into a crowd or a bit late into a lecture or something like that, they’re not staring at you or judging; it’s just an instinctive reaction that has nothing to do with you doing anything wrong.
This really helps my anxiety.
It’s literally a threat assessment/food gathering instinct. The steps your brain is doing, subconsciously.
-Check to see if movement is lion in grass.
-Also check to see if possible game animal and edible.
-No it’s just Dave getting into lecture hall a few minutes late.
-That’s boring.
-Lose interest.
I like to believe that for a brief second, everyone looks at me thinking I might be a snack
I am a snack. Obviously.