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[purplebehittindifferent]

I’m definetly the black sheep in my family for many reasons, but over time as I’ve been becoming more comfortable with being a bit different, and really enjoying getting to personalize myself (tattoos, nose piercings, dyed hair, a tad of alternative fashion)

It was hard for my parents to adjust to the things I liked doing. Chokers, facial piercings, and platform boots were a BIGGGG stretch for them.

But they learned, that if their daughter who they knew liked these things, then these things did not define the person, because now their daughter was one of “those people”

My mom sent me a photo with her new friends today.

Two amazing ladies, tattooed and pierced and looking dope as hell, hanging out with my 40+ year old mama. To think a year ago a nose piercing would have made her uncomfortable…

My mom’s learned so much… even just from me, because I chose to be who I wanted to be, despite being the first in my family to do so in this way.

Good job Mama 💜

[myhiddenquerencia]

Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held

Ayesha Zahra

[nrmtenjoyer]

Jake is so real because if I had stretchy powers I'd be 100% doing stupid shit like this

[dungeon-vault]

[poppy5991]

Would have been so funny if All Might had promised to give Izuku OFA after cleaning up the beach and then after Izuku was done, told him “There is no quirk. We just train until we get so ripped that everyone thinks it’s super strength.”

[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're on Gothamtwt

just gothamite things

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[anonymousacres]

me when i (how the fuck do you work tumblr)

look at that there's a part 2

[j0celynh0rr0r]

lovers

[housemdenjoyer]

differential diagnosis for ejaculation. GO

[ptewie]

he's learning

[theaceofarrows]

[Nightwing and Red Hood on a stake out outside a convenience store]

Nightwing: [watching the back] See anything yet?

Red Hood: [watching the front] A lady just bought $75 worth of cookies and two gallons of milk

Nightwing: Wow. Cookie Monster in disguise

Red Hood: Didn't know Cookie was a thirty something year old woman. Very good disguise

Nightwing: That's the point. He hides in plain sight

Red Hood: Sure, if you say so

[Half hour later]

Red Hood: Any changes from your side?

Nightwing: Other than me wanting a cookie? No

[thatbarricade]

noo don’t cry about july ending and the time passing, just remember the july poem :)

[noknowshame]

always a fun time when real life people are doomed by their own narratives. like guys you know it doesn’t have to be like this right? this isn’t a stageplay the foreshadowing isn’t real until you make it real

[thewrittenpodcast]

Principal: unfortunately we had to call your mother in

Peter: may won't pick up

Principal: no not your aunt. your mother

Peter: i don't... have one?

Principal: says here one Viginia Potts is listed

Peter: i have never met a virginia in my life

Pepper, walking in: i was called

Peter:

Peter: your name is virginia?

Peter: my life is a lie

Peter: how can I go on

[ahfrickenfrick]

spoiler: google show me this guy’s balls

batman: keep this line secure

red robin: you heard the mod, chat. keep it stream related or get banned

red hood: none of those words are in the bible

robin: incorrect, obviously there are pronouns and conjunctions and such that are in all texts-

red hood: i know that! it’s a joke

robin: well then be funny

batman: please- i’m being serious

nightwing: it’s hard to take you seriously when we all saw you fall down those stairs earlier

[the-most-sublime-fool]

Then, too, at sea—to use a homely but expressive phrase—you miss a man so much. A dozen men are shut up together in a little bark, upon the wide, wide sea, and for months and months see no forms and hear no voices but their own, and one is taken suddenly from among them, and they miss him at every turn. It is like losing a limb. There are no new faces or new scenes to fill up the gap. There is always an empty berth in the forecastle, and one man wanting when the small night watch is mustered. There is one less to take up the wheel, and one less to lay out with you upon the yard. You miss his form, and the sound of his voice, for habit had made them almost necessary to you, and each of your senses feels the loss.

—a sailor's diary entry, on losing a shipmate, ca. 1834 (from Two Years Before the Mast by Richard Henry Dana Jr.)