the fact that it's so normal for disabled people to be told that abled people would kill themselves if they were disabled is so fucking disgusting
i don't do bad sauce passes
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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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Keni

Product Placement

shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
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cherry valley forever
Cosimo Galluzzi
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
we're not kids anymore.
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@tiredpod
the fact that it's so normal for disabled people to be told that abled people would kill themselves if they were disabled is so fucking disgusting
i don't "date" and i don't "chill" and i don't "hang out." i make pacts. i swear oaths. i forge unbreakable bonds. this makes me a cool breezy person to take on road trips et cetera
The multiverse, Terra Keck (because)
when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. when all you have is a paintbrush, everything looks like a canvas. when all you have is a cock, everything looks like the exhaust pipe of a 2014 honda civic. so yes, to answer your question, i am stuck. please call the emergency services
Not having a traditional job or plans to get an education will have people asking you things like so what is the purpose of you staying alive?
late night Adventure Time thoughts: the genuine love that Finn always has for alternate versions of himself means so, so much to me
His refusal to hurt Farmworld Finn, despite knowing that he is putting the entire multiverse in grave danger
The way he mourns for Finn Sword after accidentally shattering him, which in itself was done in a desperate attempt to save him from being used against his will to commit evil deeds
And of course, Fern. Who, despite trying to literally murder him multiple times, Finn only ever shows unwavering compassion towards
As someone who struggles a lot with intense self-hatred, there’s just something so….heartbreakingly beautiful to me, about Finn seeing these other versions of himself, who share his love and his pain and his courage and his torment, and immediately and unconditionally offering them love.
Finn saying “You are me, and therefore I love you” has left a huge impact on me, and it encourages me to try, against all odds, to do the same.
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tryna ponder ur orbs for the rest of my life
*me, literally sick with want* whatever
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DPC and DPL. Dead People’s Clothes and Dead People’s Leather. Their toys, their paintings of half naked, naked, screwing men. The statues. The leather. The sling. The posters. The … all of it. We’d literally Straighten homes. Depending. Some families knew and were fine. Or more ok. But pictures of other guys on phones was the least of it. I have… leather that’s been passed through three or four men who’ve died before getting to me. They’re the heirlooms now, passed down chosen families. Sometimes there were crews. We’d show up as soon as possible, as a unit. We’d hit the bedrooms first. Clear out closets, under beds, bedsides. We’d donate, throw out, take mementos. Pass on. Secret lives and secret, us only treasures. Then we’d leave. For some family’s you never talked about it. They never knew. It was better all around. I have vests, gloves. A belt. Arm bands. Paintings. T-shirts. Photos, undeveloped film that’d I’m still somewhat terrified to try to get developed (lol). We live on in the living rooms of others.
This is. A very important message for the younger generations of queers.
We still have so much father to go, but y'all. Don’t let our past be forgotten.
Transcription: So back in the late 80s and early 90s, when I was 20 and there was another friend dying of AIDS like every three weeks. Yeah, seriously those days were terrible. Young gay men now will just never know what it was like. But when a friend would die we would ALL know exactly what to do. We’d get to their houses as fast as possible (most of us already had a key) and we would know EXACTLY where the smut was, we would know EXACTLY where the stuff they didn’t want their family to find. We would get it and we would destroy it. OR we would keep it for ourselves if it was cool, or we would donate it to…something. I dunno. It’s kind of a messed up memory, but uh, back then we all just had to have each other’s backs and uuh, yeah. This video just reminded me of that.
Hannibal x Twilight