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“bits to use in everyday conversations”
Every time I see that last pic, I have to note that the funniest line is the one immediately after the highlight
Apollo astronaut Jim Lovell recording a message for the Artemis II crew welcoming them to his “old neighborhood” before he passed last summer at 97….how can you not be romantic about humanity
good morning today i’m thinking about ‘bolshe ilya bolshe bolshe bolshe’ vs ‘i want to relax with you’
i don’t want to bleed you dry and wring you out like an old tea towel and take whatever i can get and still demand more. i just want to exist near you. i want us both to be happy and chill and having a fun time. i’m excited to go to my favourite and most peaceful place and take you with me. i hope it brings peace for you too. when was the last time someone wanted peace for you ilya
i tried to pick just one @worldswcollide but i actually needed all of them
fall in love again and again...
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That was delicious. I genuinely don't think I've seen anyone line up those scene parallels so well before. This was a perfect snapshot of every branch, rock, and mattress they hit on their way down
being forced to take a second to try and remember if 'reblog' or 'reblog now' is the one where you can add tags and then still picking incorrectly
masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved
these are all creatures to me
Angel of War, angular and strange, gleaming silver and gold, Angel of Wonder, pure and one-eyed, looking to stars new and old, Angel of Harvest, simple and hidden, bring nature's sweetness to all, Angel of Health, mysterious and fine, beacon when life starts to fall, Angel of the Deep, crooked and cage-like, guide us across the sea, Angel of Solace, protect us from evil, lead us to where we are free.
Was inspired by the previous post a while back, and had been working on this on and off for a long while.
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I love all of these. The angel of the the deep's wings are canvas, held up by an anchor. The angel of war's wings are blades, and its shield is a coffin. The angel of solace is a mutant, its arms deforming into wings. Geiger counter in hand, it guides us through the danger only it knows. Was this angel once a man? Corrupted now beyond hope, he can at least save others from the same fate.
this shit is so incredibly cool that i cannot and refuse to attempt to properly articulate it
Source: Dixie's Cowboy Ranch
That shirt is too damn real
music was made to be listened to at night in a moving vehicle
paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance
Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
A CINDERELLA STORY (2004) Directed by Mark Rosman.
DON'T ASK YOURSELF "AM I A GOOD PERSON?" ASK YOURSELF "IS WHAT I AM DOING GOOD?" OR EVEN! "WHAT'S A GOOD THING I CAN DO RIGHT NOW?"
DON'T WORRY ABOUT JUDGING AND SORTING YOURSELF! JUST MAKE YOUR BEST CHOICES!!
Ok but pls actually do this people. There is no such thing as a good person. Stop trying to be one and starting trying to do good instead
Happy to see this in places where I usually find white nationalist stickers.
And please please please remember this – it is not not not all or nothing. You don't have to stand in front of a machine gun or throw a bomb to resist, to stop disinformation, to protect.
Grit in gears stops machines too. Yes bombs are faster but the casualties are far worse, so grit in the machine, sand in the gears, we are each a grain of sand.