oh so u like to dumpster dive

things i like i guess

[greelin]

“you’re allowed to relax, you know” unfortunately i cannot do that. Otherwise they will get me

[kosmogrl]

[last-iso-quorra]

[when-november-ends]

for the ides of march, tumblr should give us a button to stab people. and a badge for stabbing a lot of people.

[treasuredplanet]

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game

[fairycosmos]

hey idk how to articulate this part of being mentally ill but basically i feel like my life has been stolen from me in the most literal way and i can’t explain it without sounding like im making a million pathetic excuses

[dogpuppy]

[moonlitmartyr]

I hate ruminating on what could have been. Out here thinking "if only I locked in when I was 13" are we serious

[ao3screenshots]

the more i love him the more he'll suffer tbh

[flowerbleedme]

[goyangi-deactivated20251013]

the goal for this year and for every year is to be kind and also to stop being scared of literally everything

[norvicensiandoran]

[mckitterick]

the Ides of March grows near

[adhdoofenshmirtz]

[natequarter]

nosferatu ? non. VOSferatu. c'est pas mon problème

[mirawonderfulstar-deactivated20]

real romance is just being deeply stupid together. i dream of one day meeting someone i can be deeply stupid with and not feel embarrassed 

[uwuspaceboy]

[bluebellhairpin]

Crying bc the events of Pacific's Rim are literally happening right now. January 8 was the day Mako and Raleigh fought those kaijus in the Hong Kong double event. January 12 is the triple event where they close the breach. In two days we cancel the apocalypse.

[iniquitousyearning-deactivated2]

where are the men who yearn. where are the men who ponder. where are the men with depth. where are the men who find parallels. where are the men who love from their barest instinct. where are the men with whimsy. where are the men with certainty. where are the men who will cut their own heart out in face of your honour. where are the men