
shark vs the universe
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature

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I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
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if i look back, i am lost
KIROKAZE
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Cosmic Funnies

izzy's playlists!
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@werealllegends
if you call women âfemalesâ i automatically do not trust or like you
Hey so if any rich people happen to follow me and wanna help buy me a house or whatever that'd be dope of you.
> turns on my computer
> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default
> opens my email
> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default
> launches a software
> disables a new AI fea
"queer-owned business" means nothing anymore. OpenAI and Palantir are both queer-owned businesses.
if this is how you find out that both sam altman and peter thiel are gay im sorry
one man's hyperfixation is another man's blocked tag
Me searching x reader fics after gaining a new fictional crush after watching a movie/serie
laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!
i trusted you
Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people
FORGET ABOUT SMUT. I LOVE IT BUT PLEASE I AM TIRED OF IT. I NEED ANGST. I NEED GUT WRENCHING EMOTIONAL TURMOIL THAT MAKES ME SICK TO MY STOMACH. I NEED TO BAWL JUST FROM THINKING ABOUT IT.
with ao3 down i hope this reminds us of what a fanfic-less existence looks like. donât take it for granted! because it sucks not to have it.
fanfic would not exist without the hours of free labour from fanfic writers and volunteer staff. donate to otw if you have the means. taking a second to give kudos is nothing compared to months of work for writers. a comment will probably make their whole day! sharing and reblogging spreads their work. itâs so discouraging when you give your heart to something, only to receive nothing in return.
support fandom creators and staff. they are the heartbeat of everything we enjoy.
i stand by the miscommunication trope like nothing else.
LIKE YES GIVE ME THE ANGST THE DRAMA I WANT IT TO GET SUPER MESSY (+points for detailed description of jealousy) but at the end of the day the two characters should sort it out and realise how stupid they were in misinterpreting something because thats the beauty of it.
(pls send recs)
phan is real, destiel is canon, johnlock are parents, the doctor is gay and mcr are back. you have reached the end point of tumblr thank you for participating and good night
revelations of a cursed girl
1. moving cities wonât change anything. you still cover the mirror every night
2. nostalgia is like honey and itâll fill your lungs till you canât breathe, but even the worst memories start to look golden if you stay underneath long enough
3. begging wonât break the curse. all you get left with are bruised knees and an emptiness in your chest
4. some songs are spells
5. you always feel too much and thisâll be the death of you.
6. maybe another walk around the lake will help clear your head or maybe youâll finally realize that itâs been 5 years and your footsteps have now made a trail
you wake up in your childhood room with the pink walls. everythingâs just how you left it, as if itâs been waiting for you all these years. your beds a little too small now but thatâs okay. you stare at the glow in the dark stars you begged your dad to put up; wondering if theyâd ever fade with time. you hear laughter coming from the kitchen; your fingers tracing all the cracks in the walls as you make your way down. your mom hasnât aged a day. your siblings saved your old seat at the table. itâs covered in a bit of dust because no oneâs sat there for years; they didnât know youâd be gone for so long. you watch them quietly in the background. you feel like stranger in your own home. they seem more like a family then they ever were when you were here. your little brother asks you to pass the bowl but all you can manage to do is try to hold back tears. âiâm sorryâ. âfor what?â your mother asks. âfor everything.â the kitchen is warm and full of love, but you donât live here anymore. your family still loves you, but they wonât ask you to stay.
mom can you make my favorite ramen? can we go for a walk like we use to mom? can you hold my hand again when we do? mom can you make the pain go away like you did when i was little? mom iâm sorry iâm a bad daughter. can you put oil in my hair and we can watch a movie you like? mom can we try again? i promise iâll be good this time around.