Stop delaying joy until life looks a certain way. You're allowed to be happy while you're figuring things out.

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Stop delaying joy until life looks a certain way. You're allowed to be happy while you're figuring things out.
I wish we could bring back joining your friends in someone’s place and just do a seance instead of going to a club, let’s see what the ghosts have to say about our sex lives
Today's high schoolers romanticizing 2016 as if there weren't the clown incidents
This isn't even a shit post that actually happened
"Shanks is Luffy's father figure" "Shanks is like Luffy's big brother" wrong Shanks is Luffy's unemployed older cousin who smokes weed and hands out forbidden life knowledge for a seven year old. He is the chill uncle no one knows the origin of who's been to prison before and shows you how to hunt for crawdads in the river. He gets your nose. He teaches you new swears and then feels kinda bad about it. Do you understand. do you see the vision
wait men are real? i thought they were just invented to sell shounen manga
jojos 1-6 — character aesthetics ;
jonathan joestar is …
gentle kisses before drifting to sleep. the scent of rosewater, spice, and english lavender. freshly-baked pastries and exotic tea in the gardens. neatly combed hair, and a single strand that refuses to be tamed. bear hugs and peppered kisses. the smell of freshly-pressed shirts. dried ink and fresh parchment. poetic confessions. slow dances, overwhelmed with love. candle-lit dinners. piggyback rides and the taste of cotton-candy. soft smiles and longing glances. overwhelmed by memories, crying at midnight.
joseph joestar is …
the thrill of adventure. the scent of peppermint, citrus, and sandalwood. an inextinguishable fire in his eyes. observant glances, hidden behind a sunshine smile. soft socks, warm feet. being friends with everyone. boisterous laughter that fills the room. drunken confessions and accidental kisses. hugs from behind. love at first sight. fast dancing, with dips and twirls. flirty winks, wandering touches. gentle gasps, and the rustling of sheets. stomach filled with butterflies. staying awake for too long. forgetting to say ‘i love you’. lost friends, and the nightmares that follow. bitter loneliness and alcohol.
jotaro kujo is …
black coffee hiding a single tablespoon of crystal sugar. the anchoring scent of sea water, nicotine, and petrichor. moonlight against ocean, sand beneath foot. seafoam and seashells. late nights with dog-eared pages and ambient music. warm turtlenecks by the fireplace. kisses with a hint of saltwater. paranoia and danger and sacrifice. mournful gazes set upon the night sky. neck kisses and coffee dates. chaos and beauty and everything in between. heartbreak and castle walls. broken promises, unsent letters. memento moris. the responsibility of great power.
josuke higashikata is …
warm arms wrapped around your waist. sweet goodbye kisses, pressed against your forehead, and lovely hello kisses, pressed against your lips. the scent of hairspray, fresh laundry, and a hint of cologne. soft hair, tousled and undone by the wind, and the accompanying click of tongue against teeth. jeans, torn at the knee. half-empty bottles of hair gel. midday naps, staying up late. fingers smashing the controller buttons. nuzzling into your neck and whispering gibberish. hurried handwriting, passing notes in class. paper airplanes, lighters, and midnight walks. carefree smiles, subtle sadness.
giorno giovanna is …
sunlight hidden behind clouds. the scent of fresh bouquets, old books, and dark chocolate. rich soils, fresh fauna, and a hidden waterfall. morning-born birdsong and the rustling of leaves. soft grass underneath fingertips. boyish charms and a voice like liquid gold. hawk-like eyes, knowing smiles. the scent of bakeries and bookstores. the welcome of a home-cooked meal. nature walks, wooden cabins away from sight. flowers pressed between pages, preserved. bullet journals and sticky notes. righteous heart, disingenuous smiles. old scars, heart of gold behind bars. being scared of opening up.
jolyne kujo is …
pink cheeks and a starry gaze, full of dreams and desires. the scent of soap, lipstick, and fresh vanilla. bruised knuckles and scraped knees, hidden behind cute band aids. vanilla ice cream topped with sprinkles. brightly-colored contacts, and fresh hair dyes. leather skirts, fishnets, and combat boots, slightly frayed at the sole. neon eyeliner and oversized sweatshirts. dancing the night away. lost hair ties, later found on her wrist. smeared lipstick and blood. hopeful gazes set upon the ocean. old picture frames, torn pictures. longing and never receiving.
Jotaro’s just kills me every. fucking. time.
Re-reading my reblogs and in 2020 I felt so much like Jotaro but now I read the Jolyne one and cry lol
naruto and sasuke were designed in a lab for me to have fun drawing them
To the bold ff.net user in 2013 who tried to write Moby-Dick from the whale’s perspective, please get back here you were cooking
[Call me Moby-Dick. Or just Moby, that's better. Yeah, I'm the White Whale, the dreaded Leviathan, or whatever the hell Ahab's christened me. People say I'm evil. I'm a ruthless killer with no regard for human life. Not exactly. It's not that simple. I'm an outcast from the other whales with no entertainment. That's why I go attack people. I'm bored and full of angst. At least I'm not a liar. Damn right I tore off Ahab's leg. Should've torn off the other one too, when I had the chance.
The book is named for ME. Moby-Dick. That's ME, bitches. Not that punk-ass Ishmael kid who narrates the book like HE owns it. Since I'm the star, I'll tell you how the story really happened.]
Low key wanna see how that keeps going
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🗣️SAVE A HORSE!!!!!!
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the doctor is: IN
I've been reading so much fic lately and I'm getting it out of my system
So @lilyanlogans has this amazing au for Alternate Kaiba and yall know I love me a cryptid. It’s also a puppyshipping au so I’m weak
Last pic of him and my Cryptid Atem
college dropout on terror watch list sasuke & line cook naruto inspired by this
my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "vewn" you'll be zonked out of your gourd
me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit.
5 minutes later: dude i really like it here. i wish i didn't have to leave.
my buddy pacing the city: ☹︎♓︎⧫︎⧫︎●︎♏︎ 👌︎◆︎■︎■︎⍓︎ ☞︎□︎□︎ ☞︎□︎□︎ ✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎’⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎■︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ 💧︎♍︎□︎□︎◻︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ◆︎◻︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♐︎♓︎♏︎●︎♎︎ ❍︎♓︎♍︎♏︎ ✌︎■︎♎︎ ♌︎□︎◻︎◻︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ □︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♋︎♎︎