me: “my anxiety is kinda bad today”
someone: “why is it bad?”
me, screaming: I DON’T KNOW!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW!!!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW!!!!! I DON

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me: “my anxiety is kinda bad today”
someone: “why is it bad?”
me, screaming: I DON’T KNOW!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW!!!!!!!! I DON’T KNOW!!!!! I DON
high school musical meme: [2/7] quotes
look, i get that people like writing about les amis as a contemporary radical activist group, but i’ve seen a lot of stuff that… doesn’t really reflect the reality of protest in virtually every country in the world, and certainly in basically every western democracy. at a protest today enjolras would have to beg the local institutions of power for permission to march up a public street, and he would be held responsible for any diversion from the plan he submitted. if his friends and followers were kettled and terrorised by riot police, he’d be told in no uncertain terms that this was his fault. les amis would have to hole up in someone’s flat beforehand and duct-tape and stuff cardboard inside of their jackets, in advance preparation for the inevitable police violence to come. they’d have to write the phone numbers of lawyers on their arms in magic marker and combeferre would have to check that everyone knows not to tell the police a single thing, to always ask for a lawyer, and then shut up.
enjolras would have to give his speeches with bahorel and feuilly standing on either side of him with their arms folded and their faces set, would have to march with jehan and courferyac pushing forward as his vanguard. les amis would have to surround enjolras like a tidal wave, in case the police got any bright ideas about cutting off the serpent’s head in order to make the body flail and panic and die. if and when the violence started – violence enjolras probably would not have wanted, because violence is used to re-write the history of contemporary resistance all of the time – courferyac and graintaire would have to pay in bruises to distract the cop bearing down on combeferre so it would be definite that someone would be left in the morning to post bail. joly would have to bring medical supplies in his bag with the full expectation of using them, because kettles can go on for hours and you never guarantee that even someone bleeding enough to lose their life will be allowed to leave.
when the cops come for enjolras, he’d kneel and put his hands behind his head and not say a thing, not when they kicked at the backs of his ankles or slammed him against a cop car or pulled his head back by his hair to hiss his rights into his ear. he’s a leader, and he’d know the value of a slit through his eyebrow in the press tomorrow. he’d know that this beating was coming whatever he did, but bruises in the dock in the morning make his argument for him. courferyac would, again, be the one dragged out of the crowd with his lip split and grantaire gripping tight around his wrist in vain, so combeferre could try and desperately usher away teenagers from riot shields, so joly could try and stem the bleeding of a thirteen year old girl’s head-wound, so bahorel could help jehan carry feuilly away without putting too much pressure on the point where his ribs had cracked. no one would hit a cop. if you hit a cop, a cop can do whatever they like to you, and every single member of les amis would have seen that happen with their own eyes.
the reality remains that there is virtually no such thing as a peaceful protest, because it is to the advantage of those in power to ensure that there’s not. the reality remains that there is nothing glamorous about a riot, and that enjolras would be taking his friends’ lives in his hands with reckless abandon if he thought there was. in a sense he’d be happy if he was the only person arrested, that combeferre would have to come for him in the cold light of morning and pick him up from the police station steps and drive him to the hospital, dirt under enjolras’s fingernails and blood crusted in his hair.
he’d have spent a night cold and maybe alone and maybe sitting in an interrogation room for hours staring at bare walls and having cops yell questions in his face that he couldn’t risk answering. he’d be exhausted and sore and on the verge of total-shut down. every single protest he led, he’d have to know that this would be how it could end for him– if not something much worse. protest is dangerous. riots aren’t fun. les amis would be covered in battle scars. they would spend weeks showered in bruises and knowing that they would have more to come. in the 21st century, protesters still build barricades. in fact, they do so relatively regularly. it’s just a thought, but you might want to think about why.
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Were you expecting an inspiring comic about body positivity or something? Sorry, this is just about how cool pansexuality is You can’t expect me to draw 2 serious comics in a row, now, can you?
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plaid and fallen autumn leaves and dirt roads and jack o lanterns and maple sugar candy and hike up to the firetower and cuddling in blankets by the lake after or by the fire god im so sad take me home i want to go home
The Musical Theater Drinking Game
(I'd suggest using water, so you'll help your voice and stay hydrated instead of drinking actual alcohol.)
Put your music on shuffle and drink a gulp of water every time...
Book of Mormon: Elder Price mentions Orlando or Elder Cunningham makes something up.
Newsies: Someone says "strike."
The Phantom of the Opera: Meg sings, "The Phantom of the Operraaa!" or someone sings Christine's name.
Les Miserables: Someone dies or another song is reprised.
Wicked: G(a)linda does some type of jumpy dance move.
Bonnie and Clyde: Clara (Bow) is mentioned or Clyde talks about Al Capone.
Little Shop of Horrors: The words "feed me" are said.
Cats: A cat with a strange name is mentioned.
Next to Normal: Every time you cry (so you can rehydrate!)
A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder: A new and obscure relative enters the picture.
Heathers: A character does some crazy riff that you wish you could do.
RENT: Baggage is mentioned.
classic marius
Be sad but get up. You don’t have to shower. You can put on the same clothes you wore yesterday. Nobody will care. The sky is blue, wildflowers are blooming by the side of the road. Strangers have stories to tell. Go for a walk, go for a drive, go to a greenhouse, a bookstore, a movie theater. You can stay in bed but nothing is going to happen there. Sometimes you’ve really just got to get the fuck up.
To anyone who just needs a little reminder/motivation.
It's raining where I am so how about Jehan headcanon where every time it shows even a hint of rain they go outside and get soaked and it gives Joly and aneurism every single time but /It's inspiring Joly you don't understand I need to write poetry/
I don’t know who you are but I love you for this.
Because Jehan and Joly aren’t the closest of friends by any means. They don’t dislike each other, they just aren’t absolute best friends. Courf and Bahorel begun to worry that something had happened that no one knows about that put distance between the two. Courf even tried to set them up, “in a friend-way, ‘Ferre!” But all in vain.
Until one day when Courf was running through a steady downpour on his way to the Musain and he saw the two friends of his. Jehan was sitting in the deserted street and Joly was standing beside him with an umbrella. His thoughts went from oh my lord they’re talking what is this what is life what? to wth are they in the rain? really quickly. He got within earshot just in time to hear
“I don’t care if the rain inspires you, you’re going to die!”“Joly you’re a doctor you don’t understand.”
me: i'm VERY GOOD at this thing!!!!!
someone: hey buddy you made a mistake here :)
me: shit you're right i fucking suck i'll never do this thing again and everytime someone is going to tell me i'm good it will be because they pity me i'm sorry you even had to see me fail like this i'm disgusting it serves me right for showing off goodbye
“Are there going to be rules for us, Ari?” “Rules?” “You know what I’m talking about.” “Yeah, I guess I do.” “So what are the rules?” “I don’t kiss boys.” “Okay, so the first rule is: no trying to kiss Ari.” “Yeah, that’s the first rule.” “And I have a rule for you.” “Okay, that’s fair.” “No running away from Dante.” “What does that mean?” “I think you know what it means. Someday, someone will walk up to you and say: ‘Why are you hanging out with that queer?’. If you can’t stick by me as a friend, Ari, if you can’t do that, then maybe it’s better that you just, you know -it would kill me. You know it would kill me if you-” “Then it’s a question of loyality.” “Yes.” I laughed. “I have a harder rule to follow.” He laughed too. “Bullshit, Ari. You have the harder rule to follow? Buffalo shit. Coyote shit. All you have to do is be loyal to the most brilliant guy you’ve ever met -which is like walking barefoot through the park. I, on the other hand, have to refrain from kissing the greatest guy in the universe -which is like walking barefoot on hot coals.” “I see you still have the barefoot thing going on.” “I’ll always hate shoes.”
Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the Universe (via juliette-rain)
Hanschen + regaining Ersnt’s attention during the vineyard scene.