Acquired Stardust
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Not today Justin
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Origami Around
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Today's Document
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Kaledo Art
shark vs the universe
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@stardustphan
disney: hey look mark i know we spent four billion dollars buying your franchise and we can’t actually publicly challenge anything you say or fire you b/c, like, we can’t make star wars movies without luke skywalker, but can you please stop saying that luke skywalker is gay or at the very least stop using your twitter to serially publish your 62-part luke skywalker/wedge antilles coffeeshop au
mark hamill:
lesbian herstory archives — october 2017
All our generation wants is a small apartment and a spouse that loves them back.
My My My!
listen binch. no one has an original style. no one pulls a unique style of art out of their ass. we get to where we are through observing others and being influenced by them and that’s how art works
sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs
reblogging for yall bc the shit worked for me lol
Karma will pop me if I don’t
i got the job :)
Do not let them consume you. They don’t define who you are.
only gays can read this
Am I the only one who likes his new t-shirt? like it’s so COOL ;^;/
DAMN.
YOUR DRAGON NAME
last two letters of your first name
middle two letters of your last name
first two letters of your mother’s name
last letter of your father’s name
mine would be Urlelan. Reblog and tag this with yours!
Evening fog bands drift out over San Francisco Bay
New Zealand Gothic
“Yeah, nah,” someone says to you. They mean ‘no’. “Yeah, nah,” someone else says to you. They mean ‘yes’. Up is down. Summer is winter. Birds can’t fly. Meanings have no meaning.
A local university encourages you to ‘take your place in the world’. Because you don’t have one. The outside world shows you maps every day. Your place isn’t there. People question if it ever was.
It’s not that hot outside. You can sit outside for hours. The layers of skin that allow you to feel things will burn in the first few minutes. Then you can sit outside for eternity.
Everything’s always shaking. You’ve finally stopped caring whether it’s the void opening up beneath or you or your father jiggling his leg.
As you drive through the countryside, you pass a cow. You pass a sheep. You pass more cows. More sheep. It’s the same animals from before. They’re following you. They know you’ll follow them eventually.
They call it the Land of the Long White Cloud. It’s an outdated translation. There was no word back then for the mysterious, unidentified entity that once hovered over the country. You will when it comes back.
There’s always sea spray on your windscreen. You don’t live near the beach. The window washers at the traffic lights don’t live by the beach either. You chalk it up to the Number 8 wire mentality.
“She’ll be right.” Who is she? How is she still alive? What if she’s wrong for once? Where is she? How do you know she’s alright? No-one ever answers you.
“Call me loyal,” sings Dave Dobbyn. The public refuses, so he keeps singing. “I’ll say you’re loyal too.” His pleas continue to be ignored. No-one wants to bargain with Dave.
The rate at which Shortland Street kills characters has caught up and overtaken the birth rate of the country. It will soon be your turn.
Someone makes fun of Australia. You laugh. You keep laughing. The whole room is laughing. You can’t stop laughing. The more you panic that you can’t stop, the more you laugh. Someone mentions the underarm bowling incident. The laughter stops abruptly.
Every time you half-heartedly mumble the first verse of the national anthem, a Maui’s dolphin dies. Yes, you. Learn the words. We’re running out of time.
You don’t follow politics, but still know that Peter Dunne’s hair is sentient and has been controlling his body for the last 30 years. It’s better than the alternative.
Your world is binary. It makes things harder. Black or white. Marmite or Vegemite. Cadbury’s or Whittaker’s. Union or League. North Island or South Island. Beef or lamb. Vege crisps or a Cookie Time cookie. You long for a third option, but that third option fired John Campbell. You’re stuck.
You’re eating chips. You hear a voice whispering “you know I can’t grab your ghost chips.” You look down, and your chips are gone. You were never eating any.
nice boy
i need to lay in bed in someones arms for ten hours at least
