the scooby doo animated film renaissance (around 1998 to 2001) in which zombie island, alien invaders, witches ghost, and cyber chase came out was literally an iconic era in animation history… the disney renaissance whom??

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the scooby doo animated film renaissance (around 1998 to 2001) in which zombie island, alien invaders, witches ghost, and cyber chase came out was literally an iconic era in animation history… the disney renaissance whom??
guys… I don’t know if you know this but… if you wake up early… there’s so many more hours in the day
some dudebro: women are too emotional to be jedi
me:Â
good idea: marry a blacksmith so you can get free swords wheneverÂ
Better idea; become a miner and then marry a blacksmith so he can have the required materials for you to get free swords whenever.Â
Make a harem and marry a full production chain
Monopolygamy.
I mean, if your harem is full of blacksmiths would that make it a polyhammerous relationship?
You could make a whole polyarmory
Don’t say maybe if you want to say no.
Paulo Coelho (via wordsnquotes)
Because the greatest part of a road trip isn’t arriving at your destination. It’s all the wild stuff that happens along the way.
-Matthew Fisher on Tamed by Emma Chase (via suspend)
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)
this quiz tells you what your homeric epithet would be and well, isn’t this the question that keeps us all up at night? feel free to reblog and put your epithet in the tags, mine is bright-eyed
#earth-moving
“I’m an adult” I whisper as I try not panic while I’m filling in all those forms that I don’t understand.
The only map that matters
Tag yourself I’m Mary’s Igloo
If I tell you I need you, do not take it lightly. I do everything I can to never have to depend on anyone, to never show weakness. and if I say I that I need you it means I am trusting you to catch me if I fall.
ilovemylsi.com (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Depression is such a cruel punishment. There are no fevers, no rashes, no blood tests to send people scurrying in concern - just the slow erosion of self as insidious as cancer. and like cancer, it is essentially a solitary experience; a room in hell with only your name on the door.
Martha Manning, Undercurrents (via psych2go)
Love me like love is more than just a word. Make it action, make it choice, make it commitment. Don’t try to be perfect. Don’t try to love me perfectly because you are not perfect and neither am I, some days we will crash and burn but it’s whether or not we escape from the wreckage that matters. So when we have those arguments that make peace seem like a distant memory, take the time you need to cool off but make sure you come back. Motivate me. I’ve always been quite the dreamer, but some days the world gets the best of me. My body keeps moving but everything else feels dead, and everything including you feels further away than it should be. When that happens, pull me close. Tell me that you’re here, tell me that there’s more to live for, call it soul to soul resuscitation. Bring me back to you. Don’t give up on understanding me. I know that on most days my mind is more like a really messy bedroom and finding sense in all of the chaos may prove to be difficult but please, don’t stop trying. Keep talking, keep asking questions, refuse to get tired. See, I know a lot of words. I know temporary. I know brief, short-lived, fleeting. I don’t quite get the word stay. It tastes weird on my tongue, probably because I’m more used to people doing the opposite. I guess that’s why I’m always prepared to write goodbye poems, and why I’ll be expecting you to leave once you see the person behind all of this poetry. Please, don’t go. Prove me wrong. Stay.
How I desire to be loved. //Â Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (362/366)
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