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letsventstuff · 5 months ago
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This feeling of nothingness is gnawing at my bones again.
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cursed-dagger · 1 year ago
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we have but one life.
why would you read "classical literature" and "philosophy" and "actual books published by world renowned authors" when you can read dramione smut written by a redbull fuelled college student at 3 in the morning
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imreallyonthishellsite · 7 months ago
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mxtx main characters as drivers
wwx: would be a good driver if he didn't get distracted every 5 minutes and constantly forget where he's supposed to be going (jc swears he does the latter on purpose but doesn't have any proof yet). when he's not distracted hes usually going 5 above the speed limit. has a random playlist for all driving occasions ("why do you have a 'just brunt down walmart and now I'm on the run' playlist?" "why shouldn't i?")
lwj: the example of the perfect driver. will drive the exact speed limit and will refuse to go a single mile over ("lan zhan please we dont have to drive so slow" "its a school zone.the speed limit is 15" "lan zhan the school has been closed for 10 years pls go faster im begging" "no."). mostly plays classical music, podcasts or the rare romance song while driving
xl: decent driver when he gets the opportunity to drive. goes hard on the brakes bc he scared of hitting someone. will let people cut in front of him bc "they might have somewhere important to be". mostly listens to random radio stations for variety
hc: speed demon unless he's with xl. even then he's still a pretty safe driver. carries sticky notes to rate other drivers skills and put them on their car with notes (no one has gotten over a 7). extremely picky about music while driving, if he hates the song you play your banned from ever playing music in his car again. will always listen to music selections from xl
sy/sqq: hates driving with every fiber of being but still got his license. has extreme road rage and has pulled up next to someone to rage abt their driving to their face (spolier he made them cry). will only drive if he actually needs too, this man is a passenger princess. not too picky abt music surprisingly but doesn't like the volume to be too loud
lbh: very good driver. if you piss him off while driving he will either ride way too close to your bumper and follow you for a short time to freak you out or start driving purposefully slow and refuse to let you pass. Music depends on his mood or the events he has going in that day. date nights will be romance and happy songs, dropping sqq off to hangout out with lqg will be heartbreak/when will my love return songs, returning from a business meeting is loud ass rage music
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lavend3r-stardust · 4 months ago
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"Match my freak! " Bitch! Match my enthusiasm! Match my whimsical joy and wonder and dumbassery!!! Match my optimism and thoughtfulness and clown shit or you can get tf out, respectfully.
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rowdyluv · 2 months ago
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i just randomly woke up at 3am and instantly thought about how this sweet boy broke the franchise record for defenseman assists and will continue to set the record for as long as he is a canuck
quinn hughes is a generational talent. quinn deserves the recognition that mcdavid receives.
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purriteen · 11 months ago
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it lowkey pisses me off when people say Snow hates Katniss just because she reminds him of Lucy Gray
cause like.. no. he hates her because everything she does is a painful reminder that he had a choice.
when she pulled out those berries, he hated that she would rather die with Peeta than leave him behind for a life of glory and wealth.
whilst he was prepared to kill Lucy Gray for the same result.
when she volunteered in her sisters place at the reaping, he hated that she would rather die than leave her sister behind.
because he’d never do the same for Tigris, even though he arguably “owed” Tigris more than Katniss did Primrose.
when she stepped in to stop commander Thread during Gale’s whipping, he hated that she would rather put herself in the crossfire than let him die.
because he had every opportunity to, but he would never do the same for Sejanus. instead he sent him to his grave.
throughout the entire book Snow keeps choosing money and power over love, and throughout the entire book he tries to gaslight himself into thinking he didn’t have a choice.
Katniss’s actions to some extent forced him to confront his own choices. they forced him to realise that if he hadn’t acted the way he did, he could’ve still had the people he loved by his side.
then there’s the obvious thing with her you know, making the gamemakers and the regime look stupid and well, becoming the unwilling symbol of a rebellion but shh
thank you for coming to my TED talk pookies
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Ravi: Why is the pizza box a square if the pizza is a circle and the slice is a triangle?
Eddie: *pauses mid-bite to stare at his pizza in confusion*
Chim: Square boxes are easier to make.
Hen: They are also easier to stack.
Buck: Centripetal force makes the dough round.
Ravi, smiling: I love having 3 a.m thoughts around you guys.
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abirdiejourney · 5 months ago
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i think the most ignorant question you can ask someone who doesn’t desire a romantic relationship is
“But isn’t that lonely?”
As if the absence of intimacy can leave one feeling empty.
As if happiness can only be derived from a romantic partnership.
I wish they could feel the absolute happiness i posses when i walk into a room and find my dog laying on the couch, wagging his tail upon my mere presence.
The comfort i feel from snuggling that tiny dog who fits perfectly against my chest like a parent and their newborn.
The sweet affection my dog gives me. The unconditional love. The fact that i can change as a person, cut my hair, do my makeup, and he is still able to recognize me.
Or perhaps the laughter that fills the kitchen whenever my siblings gather there.
The comfort my father brings me by knowing me so well that at times i wonder how he even managed to figure out the things i never say.
True love is not simply found in a romantic partner.
True love surrounds you.
It is the trees that breathe in carbon so you may breathe oxygen.
The flowers that bloom and seeds that fall to continue the cycle of their life.
Love is the wind blowing your hair into your face in an absurd caress that feels invasive.
Love is the sun and moon that constantly rise and fall to show the contrast of night and day.
People who think so true that love can only be found in romance believe that i live in a simple and sad reality, but they can’t even manage to find love in the simple act of living.
I pity them, more than they could ever pity me.
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metamorphesque · 2 months ago
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he’s one of those who are open to all that life has to offer; they endure pain with dignity, embrace love with gratitude, and transform both into something beautiful and lasting — because they themselves are beautiful and timeless
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handmadetales · 4 months ago
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something about giving toddler to pre-pubescent girls a (usually plastic) baby as a toy to play with is concerning. are women really ‘natural nurtures and caretakers’ or are they just babies who became products of a certain social conditioning, a convention woven so conventionally into society that it never gets questioned or goes out of practice, before they could properly say things out loud?
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darkrooklobby · 4 months ago
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made a meme at 3 am, this anime is older than me, and i'm old too 🙃 Send help 🙃👍✨
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letsventstuff · 5 months ago
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Tumblr is such a wonderful zone. I can talk about the most intrusive thoughts, while nobody even cares. They simply reblog it and silently relate to it. Ily fellow sufferer.
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locallegion · 11 months ago
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He is incredibly friend shaped
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secretkittywolf · 3 months ago
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Shenhe is Wriothesley and Neuvilette's love child.
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She has Neuvi's hair colour and Wriothesley's eyes. She is an amazing fighter plus, she has insane power strength that had to be restrained by the adepti. What if it's because of the fact that she's part dragon sovereign?
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lavend3r-stardust · 4 months ago
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"I thought you forgot!". "I didn't think you'd care". I'll never forget. I can promise you that. I have your beaming face branded onto my neurons. The sound of your laughter is seared into my mind. Your joy and happiness what I wake up to and want to die thinking of <3
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eepwtf · 6 days ago
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GUILT IS A BLADE & DESIRE ITS WOUND .ᐟ
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catholic guilt festers like a wound, its edges curling inward, blackened with shame and sin. it whispers in the dark corners of your mind, a serpent coiled in the pit of your stomach. every desire, every flicker of longing, becomes a thorn-crowned temptation, a forbidden fruit that drips with the sweet, rotting nectar of damnation. you crave with trembling hands, yet recoil in horror, knowing each stolen pleasure drags you closer to the abyss.
the flesh yearns, the soul weeps—a relentless dance of sacred and profane, a grotesque communion where the body is both temple and tomb. in the shadows of stained glass and flickering candlelight, you kneel, praying for salvation while hungering for the very sins that condemn you. desire and guilt entwine like barbed wire around your heart, bleeding you dry in a sacrament of suffering.
each sin you lay bare is a blade to your soul, yet with every word, you crave the absolution you know you’ll never truly receive. you long to be forgiven, but the taste of sin is too intoxicating, too bitter and sweet in the same breath. desire twists in your veins, a poison that fuels the fire of your darkest thoughts. and yet, as you press your face into the cold stone of prayer, you can almost feel god’s fingers tracing the line of your spine, pulling you closer to the filth you’ve prayed to escape.
in the silence that follows, there is only the sound of your own heartbeat, thudding against your chest like the hammer of a divine judgment. you are both the sinner and the sacrificial lamb, your body the altar upon which these twisted prayers are offered. but still, the hunger gnaws. each indulgence is a fleeting moment of sweet damnation, yet the stain never fades.
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