Why?

[woshibai]

Go out

[bakapandy]

A pseudo-comic about some Kankurou feels….

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Some people hate the thought of being alone. I’m not like that. I love my solitude. I’m kind to myself. My feelings don’t get hurt. My energy’s not leeched. And it’s very peaceful.”

— Unknown

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I cried, today, about the state of the world. It’s been a while since I could do that. I’ve screamed. I’ve marched. I’ve curled up in a corner, too tired even to pray  for a better world. Today, I cried. I can’t even tell you how it felt. 

[quetzalnoah]

Tu inseguridad agota mi paciencia.

Quetzal Noah

[hafiflik-deactivated20210124]

spirit hold, Holly Warburton

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.”

— Don Miguel Ruiz

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“I don’t want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.”

— Oscar Wilde

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Agents of SHIELD, a summary

Season 1A:

Season 1B:

Season 2A:

Season 2B:

Season 3A:

Season 3B:

Season 4A:

Season 4B:

Season 4C:

Season 5A:

Season 5B:

[rizahawkais]

GOODBYE to the FINAL MISSION TEAM in AGENTS OF SHIELD

[laylaskeating]

Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. characters + first and last line

[tear-dropp-deactivated20241031]

Can you multitask?

yes i can ignore several things at once

[indirectasdemiparati]

[caos-mentales]

[slugspoon]

love you

[jojordan-art-deactivated2025120]

[macrolit]

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. - W.B. Yeats