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Fleabag  |  2x05

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Literally saw a man wearing this shirt this weekend.

you know when guys wear those graphic t shirts that have like “i’m fluent in sarcasm” or whatever printed on them. i think that should be a felony.

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Malabar Tree Nymph/Idea Malabarica via Salil Dalvi

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i typed “horg” into the search bar and found this site which taxonomically categorizes those little plastic clips you find on bread bags

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J: “Maybe John Cena killed the Invisible Man because he was jealous of how little he could be seen”

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Justin: French bulldogs are just shitty pugs. *insert strange French accent mumbling*

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Recent quotes from J

“Red Dead Redemption; John Wicki-wicki Wild Wild West”

“I’m not a piece of meat- under this shitty body lies an equally shitty personality.”

(Refusing to consider having the house exorcised if we were ever haunted) “It stresses me out! I’m too stressed to be blessed!”

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How well do you see color?

I’m cry I scored 60, I feel blind

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What an amazing amount of detail in this painting. (Source)

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*Guessing the cost of something*

J: “You were over! You lose!”

A: “This isn’t the price is right!”

J, intensely: “EVERYTHING IS THE PRICE IS RIGHT!”

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THE PUPPY FELL ASLEEP 😭

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to be honest? life is short and you’re always gonna be you and you’re twenty times better than you think you are so love yourself and celebrate yourself and let yourself breathe and recognize that you’re worthy of a lot more than you think you are

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liking abba is not your taste in music it’s a way of life and people who don’t like abba can’t reach the ideal world and that is what plato talked about

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love Mythology. You know what I love most about Mythology?

Everyone just assumes Hades is a badass. Hades isn’t a badass. Hades named his three-headed-guard-of-the-underworld-dog that looks like it can chew your head leg and arm off instantaneously - spot. He called his dog spot! (Not joking look it up,“Cerberus” is a Latinised version of the Greek Kerberos, from a Proto-Indo-European word *ḱerberos, meaning “spotted”. Literally I laughed myself senseless.) Hades whispers to his flowers to make them grow. Hades grows fruit, there is no sun in the underworld. Let’s be honest the guy probably double knots his laces and cries when there are no more ice cream tubs left in the freezer after a tough day of dealing with Zeus and Poseidon.

Persephone however, that so called frail little thing that he “kidnapped” ? Yeah, about that. She’s another case all together. When Hermes went to the Underworld he expected to find a scared little girl. Instead he found a thriving Queen. No like literally she would fight anyone who said anything bad or that hurt Hade’s feelings. She’d probably pet his head and constantly reassured him he was a fantastic King of the Underworld, and that he was totally scary and all that shit - while she glared at anyone who dared think differently, telling them to meet her in the pit. That girl didn’t want to be another Maiden in the field. She knew exactly what she was doing when she ate those seeds. She wanted a Kingdom, and that’s what she got.

If that isn’t life goals , then I don’t know what is.

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“i. meeting you: when I saw you, the world didn’t reroute on a new axis but the stars seemed to glimmer a little more than I remembered them doing the night before. from the moment our hands brushed, something in me shivered, some part of my heart shook, a form of a yes. a yes, you belong in my life, a yes, you are meant to matter. but we clashed in a storm of fire and ice and it took me what looking back seems like a lifetime to realize that you’ve changed me, that a part of me recognized your scars as the same as mine the moment you spoke a part of my name. ii. understanding you: it took breaking, it took sobbing in the middle of night and realizing that yes I can be alone with you. it’s this moment, where I see you looking at me, not like you can save me, no. but like you recognize the shadows dancing on my skin, the faint bruises and clenched fists and the ache inside my heart. And the world grows quiet, like it’s giving this moment the weight it deserves, and it’s in the darkness that I realize we can change the universe. iii. trusting you: and our hands grow bloody as our hearts open, spilling part of us on the ground that the other picks up and remakes. forging a sword, a shield, a song out the echoes we let break away from our souls. somehow I realize the voice in the back of my mind, giving me hope, giving me faith, sounds a lot like yours, it sounds like the way you say my name and I say yours the same way. as absolution, as something almost like salvation, as a need that I can’t live without iv. loving you: and it’s when you’re threatened, it’s when you’re hurt and the rage that raises up inside me contains the bitten scream of “mine”. it’s when you take my hand, you take my burden like I haven’t transformed myself into atlas to save you. It’s when you gaze into my eyes like i’m something worth worshipping, like i’m something worth burning the universe for. and it comes and goes in waves until one day I wake up and my first thought is you, and when I dream the last name I utter is yours v. losing you: but the stars that stayed silent at our turning point aren’t content to watch us, no they want to test us but they didn’t understand that loving you stopped being something that scared me the moment I realized it because, darling, I don’t know where you end and where I begin. so yes, I lost you to space and time, I nearly lost you to fate but we were always fighters and so I know you’ll come back to me, I know you’ll come home to me. and our devotion outstrips the fairytales because we were never guaranteed a happy ending, with our dirty hands, with our sly smiles, with our cuts and scars but we’ve made the constellations want to chart our names + vi. finding you: when we crash back together, the world narrows down to the sound of a beating heart, pounding loud enough to be a greek chorus and it’s a welcome change from the way my chest seemed empty. I always knew that in a crowd of thousands I’d be able to meet your eyes, to find you. and with our smiles the universe restarts, with my name dropping from your lips the sun reignites, because we are the center of the story, from the beginning up till now and we’re only just past the first chapter.”

— The 5 Stages of Loving You by Abby S

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But imagine Hades, the God of the underworld, the mighty and powerful seated on a throne of skulls handing out punishment to sinners cowering in front of his dark and fearsome aura and suddenly Persephone skips in the room, humming a bright tune, twirling in her pretty colourful dress and she skips to Hades and places a flower crown on his head and Hades is like ‘Honey, I’m trying to do my job here.’ or 'I have an image to maintain, I’m the God of Underworld!’ and Persephone just smiled cutely at him and pecks his cheek and Hades just kinda sighs because he’s so whipped by his little sunshine but it’s just so hard.

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i got #7fffd4 which is aquamarine !