#it's mostly true

[notatzimisce]

I love that, in equal measure, the centipede post contains repliers who are like "I thought this wasn't true but I looked it up and holy shit", and repliers who are like "I don't care if this is true I'm not looking it up to ruin it for myself"

[supermacaquecool]

I want my blessings normal chart fc 😪😪😪😪

[threadmonster]

Tumblr is great because it's like "man, I'm so glad I got on the app or else I would have lost the chance to see this specific post and never have even known!"

[acepenguincole]

Considering if answering "hey, how are you?" messages from people I haven't talked to in months with "never been worse, thanks!" Is overstepping or funny

[sentimental-sunflower]

Contrary to popular belief, I've found that air signs -Gemini especially- are less likely to believe in conspiracy theories than people think. Air signs are very intellectual; and they tend to "go by the books" when it comes to information.

[organizingajunkdrawer]

diary

my heart is an obsidian blade my heart is a rat burst open and rotting in the sun my heart is a broken mirror my heart is a copy of Ariel left out in the rain my heart is a spark from the el train's brake my heart is a dropped burnt out pawn shop sign my heart is a dog tied up outside of  starbucks my heart is a salt stain under the fullerton overpass my heart is a styrofoam food container half filled with fries my heart is a crumpled map my heart is an unspooled audio cassette tape dancing in the wind my heart is a pair of work boots tossed on to a phone line my heart is an overdue copy of gravity's rainbow my heart is note in the gutter with smeared ink my heart is a forgotten bottle of iced tea on a red line bench my heart is the q volume of an encyclopedia my heart is an incomplete rhyme my heart is a functional walkman my heart is a box of warped LPs my heart is a stone the shape of fist my heart is the skeleton of a bird my heart is a pile of cigarette butts my heart is a crumpled can of old style my heart is a handful of cherry blossom petals floating in the gutter my heart is an empty picture frame my heart is a box of band aids my heart is a broken umbrella stuffed into a garbage can my heart is a test footage of an atomic bomb my heart is a worn down razor my heart is a bat flitting above the river my heart is a half burnt picture of a wedding party my heart is a box of nails my heart is a shiny black gibson flying v my heart is a matte black barracuda my heart is gray sludge twice frozen my heart is a pair of paint splattered black boots my heart is a box of books left outside a used book store my heart is a ratchet wrench my heart is a bottle of tequila my heart is a venomous snake my heart is a raccoon stuck in a garbage can my heart is a tornado siren my heart is a pile of pencil shavings my heart is a bag of socks my heart is gold skull ring my heart is a half filled notebook my heart is a honing stone my heart is a puddle of water mixed with oil my heart is an obsidian blade

[organizingajunkdrawer]

Old Plato lived in ancient Greece Where he asked questions without cease His queries had run such amock that they made him drink hemlock Cause he chose to bow not to legalese 

[unlistednumber]

the end is always the best part (day 48) i'm so lucky to be so heartsick and i'm thinking this must be some trick busy feeling like a rom com chick flick if this is a movie we're at the part where I cross an ocean for you