#Thoughts

[thoughtkick]

Don’t forget that you’re human. It’s ok to have a meltdown. Just don’t unpack and live there. Cry it out and then refocus on where you are headed.

Unknown

[frownyalfred]

yes, Bruce Wayne wears long thick wool coats (always black) because that’s what old money does, it’s what his parents wore (like that post about Martha’s coat being an inspiration for Batman’s cape) and I’m sure for other reasons.

but also? a ankle-length, thick, 100% wool coat can hide SO many things:

weapons (duh)

Kevlar vest / bulletproof vests (this is actually what a lot of politicians do on outdoor campaign stops)

recording devices or other gadgets (you could hide an infinite number in a large man’s coat)

secret pockets in the lining, sleeves, collar, etc

an actual cape (I hc Bruce has a prototype cape that doubles as an innocuous coat)

lead shielding (heavy but worth it, and not just for Superman reasons)

field grade insulation above what a typical wool coat already offers (which is a decent amount if you can find 100% wool)

a bulky coat conceals your shape easily so it can hide bandages or emphasize/de-emphasize musculature etc

[throesofincreasingwonder]

Dean would not be femme as a woman because his hyper-performance of gender is entirely based on the deification of masculinity send tweet

[call-1993x]

Indeed

i love to daydream and be called baby

[thoughtkick]

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives.

Lemony Snicket

[thoughtkick]

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Josephine Hart, Damage

[grntaire]

HELLLLLL YEAH!!!!!!!

[twilight-princess240]

If I was ever told this I'm sure my brain would stop working out of pure shock and disbelief. Most people outside of the very few who are close to me probably don't remember me. If I were to choose a saying that applies to my life, then my choice is "Known by many, remembered by none." Only a few might remember me, but I'm confident anyone else who I've interacted with has probably already forgotten me or will soon enough.

Is anyone else ever genuinely shocked when you find out you have an impact on someone’s life? A coworker can be like “I’ve missed seeing you” and I’m just like “???? you?? missed me????? My presence has an effect on your daily experience???? I affect things??? W h a t ? ? ?”

[artbyblastweave]

What, the forest-dwelling entities with imperfect human mimicry who insinuate themselves into groups of hikers? Yeah, we had one of those. Clocked it immediately, of course. Honestly it kind of fell in that so-inept-it's-kind-of-charming range. We just played along until it'd had it's fill of marshmallows and shambled back into the treeline. We might have been violating some kind of killjoy wildlife contact best practices but what the hell, can't plan around every little thing. Why, what happened to you guys

[thoughtkick]

Good friends help you to find important things when you have lost them. Your smile, your hope and your courage.

Unknown

[saintmachina]

Shipping fictional characters isn’t representative of your moral values. It’s representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[abreathlessplace]

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

[inside-my-gay-mind]

[theomnireader]

This is very true for me especially when I was younger, my best friend would insult me and stuff like that, at times it felt like genuine insults. It got to my head a lot and I thought "Maybe she wouldn't care if I died? Maybe no one would care if I died?". I'm doing sorta better now but it still hurt me a lot

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me