Take a break, this cute tardigrade needs time to cross your dash:
I've never seen them walking before I love him
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
AnasAbdin

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@theartofmadeline
Misplaced Lens Cap

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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
KIROKAZE
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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@writingsarah
Take a break, this cute tardigrade needs time to cross your dash:
I've never seen them walking before I love him
foreshadowing done well makes me go feral like there’s NOTHING better than getting to the end a book or an important storyline moment and realising that the author laced information so intricately into their writing that weren’t noticeable upon first read but when you read back sections they’re light giant red flags like wow writing is amazing
The Good Place (2016-2020)
You are so close but I love you so much!!! :D
Tumblr is finally catering to me
I don’t want a chance to escape. I want pancakes.
You’re like our local hero, man. It would mean a lot.
+ bonus
“Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ not longer describe them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.”
— Word Porn
You know when a fast angry song comes on that you know every word to and you’re in just the right mood that your eyes light up with the fire and angst of a thousand punk rockers and you just feel so alive
“are you kidding me https://t.co/occtAetXqs”
I mean, I could try destroying the pumpkin. But, as Jim and I discovered, any blow to the pumpkin itself could prove fatal to me.