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it feels great, trust me
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cant wait til i move to another country and be that girl that disappeared to live her life
it feels great, trust me
I love the phrase āwhat the entire fuckā because it implies that there exists some scenario that warrants only a āwhat the partial fuckā.
Well, since there are clearly scenarios which warrant giving zero fucks, it seems plausible to infer that there exists a 0 ⦠1 scale of fuckitude, containing a potentially infinite number of fractional fuckery scenarios.
Fractional Fuckery Scenarios is going to be my first short story collection.
yu-ki-oh:
broliloquy:
transhamlet:
thexfiles:
carrie fisher didnāt get laid to rest in a prozac-shaped urn for us not to take our medsā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦. so take your meds
i kno posts like this are meant to be positive and nice but like⦠medications arent a nice pure glass of water theyve got all sorts of social and historical baggage. uwu stay medicated is not a trend we should be getting on
Okay but I donāt care about nebulous baggage, I care about my neurochemical state permitting me to retain executive function so I can be a relatively competent human being who feels like life is pretty okay at least some of the time. So I will absolutely uwu stay medicated and the many other people whose lives would be better if they took their meds should absolutely uwu stay medicated, and I wish to strongly urge everyone else to uwu stop and think critically before you blithely parrot baseless handwringing rooted in the bizarre social stigma against literally just taking medicine for illnesses.
Thanks for reading, have a nice day, ooh woo take ur fuckin meds
tumblr user broliliquy for the fuckin kill
types of dissociation:
existing but a little to the left
am i crossing my eyes or is everything just blurry?
clipped right thru the floorboards
what the fuck is aĀ ābodyā
i have too many bodies at once and theyāre trying to start a fight club. how many arms are humans supposed to have again?
floam
sounds fake but ok
pick two: harsh noise, dial up tone, cantina theme [10 hour version]
360 no scope
the atmosphere is lighting me on fire very, very slowly.
someone:Ā āwow! you handled that stressful situation so well! so cool and competent!ā me, unaware that anything happened:Ā āi what nowā
*forgets to breathe for 5 hours*
feel free 2 add ur own
puts on headphones but never presses play and only realizes until like an hour later that thereās no music
either my character model didnāt load or the sceneryās missingā but I canāt figure out which one
in order to get me to pay attention to something, you may actually have to smack me a little
tunnel vision
someone: āhey are you okay?ā me: āI have absolutely no concept of anything, so sureā
me rollerblading into my therapistās office this week with sunglasses and a piƱa colada: maurice, youāre not gonna fucking believe this,
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instagram: @amrit.s.brar
Heās fire, sheās ice. Or maybe Iāve got that switched. But where he walks thereās ashes, and where she steps thereās strife. Sheās strategy, heās inspiration. Or maybe Iāve got that switched. But her fingers bring down mountains, and when he speaks they listen. Heās broken, sheās mourning. Or maybe Iāve got that switched. But his sisterās eyes haunt his days, and her cries ring out at night. Sheās shaking, heās unsteady. Or maybe Iāve got that switched. But, god, he tries to make things right, as her fingers hold him tight. Heās loyalty, sheās hope. Or maybe Iāve got that switched. But these things hardly matter when sheās got him wrapped up tight, when his lips find home at her shoulder, because where they meet, thereās Light.
Interchangeable Souls || LL
(A bellarke birthday poem for @liciapocalypse)
ok but why be sad when you could think about arthur weasley watching how itās made
This year has changed me more than I ever thought it would.Ā
I think my least favorite part of being alive is that you canāt take a break when you need one like if your whole world crashes and burns you still have to show up to work? thatās wild!!!! Give the people a moment to recover!!!!
yknow if romeo had just Cried on juliets corpse for a couple hours instead of drinking poison Right Then they would have been Fine
The moral of the story is: always take time to cry for a few hours before making important decisions.
So Iām more or less being facetious here, but this is actually a thing.
Hamlet is genre savvy. Hamlet knows how Tragedies work, and heās not going to rush in and get stabby without making absolutely certain heās got all the facts.
Except once he thinks he has all the facts ā once heās certain that it really is the ghost of his father and Claudius really did kill him, he rushes in and stabs the wrong guy, which starts a domino line of deaths and gets Laertes embroiled in his own revenge tragedy and ultimately results in the deaths of nearly every character other than Horatio.
Thatās the irony and the tragedy of the story. Hamlet knows his tropes and actively tries to avoid them, and the tropes get him anyway. Itās inevitable, the tropes are hungry.
I want a sticker that says the tropes are hungry so I can put it on my laptop
i met a scholar once who said that tragedies arenāt about a silly āflawā or anything, itās about having a hero whoās just in the wrong goddamn story
if hamlet swapped places with othello he wouldnāt be duped by any of iagoās shit, heād sit down & have a good think & actually examine the facts before taking action. meanwhile in denmark, othello would have killed claudius before act 2 could even start. but instead nope, theyāre both in situations where their greatest strengths are totally useless and now weāve got all these bodies to bury.
The tropes are hungry and the hero is in the wrong goddamn story.
I love this post.
i think whatās wrong with me is that i donāt live secluded in a hut in the woods. i donāt bang enough rocks against enough things. i just havenāt forged any swords
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I have extreme intrusive thoughts, too. š
wait a second.Ā
wait a fucking second. youāre telling me that THISĀ
position where you have to sit up against a wall without actually sitting, which I HAD TO DO in gym class for like two minutesā¦
is a TORTURE method?
why am i NOT surprised
american public schools and their PE torture, am i RIGHT
tell me the viet cong used to force their POWs to run the FitnessGram Pacer until they dropped dead and iāll believe you. Ā
tumblr: that thing you like is Problematic and you should feel bad for liking it
me, an adult capable of critical thinking and criticizing things while still wholeheartedly enjoying them: please get out of my living room
me: you wanna hear my 2016 playlist
friend: sure
me: [starts screaming]