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It doesn’t matter what toy you give a cat; the cat’s enjoyment will come exclusively from acting like it is murdering the toy.

justcatposts

galina-ulanova

Valerie Tereshchenko rehearsing Swan Lake (The Australian Ballet, 2016)

magiashley

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thebeanestbad

hey op? What the fuck. Like this isn’t even some random thing either this is what you hear when you’ve been driving for too long along a dark Nevada road and your headlights turn off. This is what you hear in the back of your head when you wake up in the desert with no memory of the previous night. What the fuck.

ruushes

@sve1tka

passinnotesinsecrecy

this is my favourite poem ever

nah010-deactivated20260419

cheruib

breaking news: ur actually gonna make it through and everything will turn out just fine

there-is-still-some-liquor-left

william shakespeare interrupting the emotional climax of his play to insert a bunch of homoerotic dogwhistles into act V scene II of hamlet

30-minute-memes

“Real Fact”

gentle-reminder

gentle reminder

it’s okay to not to be motivated sometimes; please go easy on yourself

leaflicker

I Died In 2010 and Was Replaced By Someone With Absolutely No Motivation and Complete Emotional Unavailability, a conspiracy thread

creaturecorpse

Not elegant enough to be a vampire…. . not jock enough to be a werewolf.. ..

thatsprettysicknasty

goblin it is

girlinthepark

The Insecure Girls’ Club.

moonandtrees

“I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.”

— Unknown (via bnmxfld)

bakwaaas

I love that feeling of like… having alone time but also with someone? You know when you’re in the same room, sitting together on the sofa or the bed, quietly and separately doing your own things. Maybe leaning against each other or softly touching. Sometimes you don’t actually wanna talk but you’re still enjoying the silent presence of that person. There’s a sense of quiet, peaceful comfort.

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so the thing about my family is that we have two ancestors on my dad’s side who were buried in france, where I currently live. one died in the spanish civil war, and one died prior doing…we don’t know what. but he somehow managed to get buried in père lachaise.

so anyhow, my gran sends me a message like “pls put flowers on ur uncle samuel’s grave because he’s gone over a century with none and it will make the ghost mad if he hasn’t already” because my family spends time in europe but never long enough to go all the way to père lachaise and give ya boy samuel jr. his death rites. so im like “ok gran I can do that” bc im a good grandson and you do not fuck with gran she doesn’t DESERVE THAT

i figure out which plot he’s on and ask someone specifically where you can find uncle samuel jr. and they tell me where and so I arrive at the junction and.