#Now More Than Ever

[pseudophan]

say it with me everyone: i'm gonna hang myself from dan and phil's bondage bar

[pharawee]

"Stay together for a long time!"

—I SAW YOU IN MY DREAM: You & I in Our Dream (Special)

[pimientosdulces]

he’s gonna put the kaneki pfp next 🙏

[v4guelyv4mpiric]

[theicarusconstellation]

A BIND OF MY FIC INTO THE DARK OFFICIALLY EXISTS AND IT’S SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL I’M HOLDING IT IN MY HANDS IT IS THE INCREDIBLE WORK OF @dragonandelm AND I CANNOT GET ENOUGH

IT’S MY BABY IT’S MY LOVE IT’S ACT ONE ALL BOUND AND PRETTY AND I’M GOING TO CRY😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU @dragonandelm FOR YOUR WORK

[machiavellli]

HOPP SCHWIIZ !

[oldguardleatherdog]

... hello? *taps mic* test one-two, test one-two...

*steals a look at the main page* phew! For a minute there I thought it had been a month since my last post.. only a week, thankfully, but TBH it's felt like a month or longer since I spent time in the friendly confines of Tumblrville.

It reminds me how I've come to think of this corner of cyberspace as an oasis among the tall trees and desolate stretches of my journey through online life and culture. This is a place where I can breathe. The air is still fresh, the water table has not yet been poisoned. No hordes of Visigoths have rampaged through our landscape, and the cilantro thrives in the herb garden on the back deck. I step out for a nice bowl of my other favorite herb, I think of Gilbert who created our flag in a mad dash out of the house, late for a meeting, how he taught me to trim an eighth to make it last for two weeks, and smile.

Hope you're enjoying Pride Month! I'm catching up with the asks and replies and very thoughtful messages and bones and chew toys and treats you've been leaving, awrrrrRRRUFFF!

And thanks for remembering that you can give chocolate to human dogs! 😋🐕‍🦺🐾

wags + woofs to all. -A.

[jtl07]

There is devastating ugliness in this world, she knows. She’s neither naïve nor ignorant, and she confronts it the best way she can, everything horrid and terrifying and grotesque. War, poverty, illness, anger, pain, and so much death. Her eyes burn. But there also has to be hope. There must be hope, because there is this: the sunrise spills over the mountains first, white snow turning golden, darkness yielding easily to light, the air around her warming slowly. There is her: breath stolen, feet rooted, suspended and unmoving. For as ruthless as it is to live on this greedy and grief-stricken earth, the world has always held steadfast, has always pushed back, has always asked to be looked upon. The sky, the sea, everything that soaks up the sun, everything else that thrives defiantly in the dark – all of it asking, can you see? All this beauty, all for you. ... Look out, look up, look. Breathe. Let beauty do what it does best: stop you in your tracks, remind you that we are capable of so much more than death and destruction, and make you wish that your small, silly hands could hold something without breaking it. And maybe—just maybe—it could make a difference.

- @snowandwolves, leave the light on (i'll find my way home)

[anna-pineappel]

Fuck it!

Like to boop prev, reblog to boop your followers

[maydayeddie]

we need her back

[johnearly]

Me and The Lemon Squares covered angel Aaliyah. Pre-order my comedy album today!!! https://orcd.co/now-more-than-ever

[queenofsquids]

I went on a bit of a "like" spree in the wee hours, hearting every single post of MA Olivia dolls I could find on Instagram.

And then IG blocked me from interacting. My account's all weird now.

Listen, can a fucked up girl on a migraine trip not go on a rampage at 3am without getting judged. God forbid women do anything.

[pikslasrce]

[fangirleaconmigo]

What’s the feeling when you walk into your local library branch? The one you’ve been welcome in for thirty five years? Even as a sweaty kid with a cheap backpack with no parent home to care for them? Even as loitering vagabond teenager with nowhere else to go?

And you can walk in without a bank card or an id or an address and without sharing your data with Facebook or Amazon?

And there are water fountains and bathrooms and outlets and internet and computers and no one hassles you or charges you for using any of them?

(There are two men in here who are unhoused and one is telling the other “no one cares as long as you don’t hassle anyone” and the staff member at the front gives them the same cheery goodbye when they leave that she gives everyone else)

And there are BOOKS? The smell and feel and presence of BOOKS?

That’s right. I know the feeling. Gratitude. Home.

[plushievash]

twitter dot com is good sometimes bc it showed me this image

[goatposter]

Saw some goats.

thabk god theyre still out there. lord knows we need em