#To my friend

[yogurtlid10000]

😔😔 I’ll rate it 9.5/10 on myani list…… 😔😔😔😔 .5 off because brainstorm didn’t stick up his finger and say “UREKA” even once

[profoundwebhead]

HOLY SHIT OKAY SO TITANS CURSE DANCE SCENE EXCEPT THE SONG THAT PLAYS... IS LOVER.

either on olympus or during the school/nico and bianca scene.

oh and also, the first dance at the school, annabeth is trying to make eye contact and percy is looking anywhere but in her direction... and when they dance on olympus? the roles have changed. Now HE'S making eye contact or trying to, after spending the whole quest looking for her. not Luke. not Artemis. ANNABETH.

She's looking anywhere but in his direction, maybe feeling a bit self conscious being in the presence of the gods and being shaken after another betrayal by Luke and holding up the sky and everything but they are together.

i just think it'd be everything to have their positions mirror one another. annabeth staring at percy during an intimate school dance like they never got... and percy staring at her surrounded by this world he's now a part of after almost losing her AGAIN.

[sunflour39]

I just started watching Bridgerton and my very first thought upon seeing Benedict and Eloise is “gaaaaaaaaay”

[noratheelk]

I feel like this website will appreciate this

[sunny-and-the-flowers]

🦇"Young Gecko Moria, One Piece" for my dearest friend @noirsimulacre happy birthday. Love you very much ❤️ 🥳🎉

(15×21)

Watercolor on cold pressed paper.

Clairefontaine Aquapad paper.

Winsor & Newton Cotman watercolor.🦇

[grinnames]

Shoutout to @novajuniper!

She's my best friend, and also the one who encouraged me to start doing tumblr! Please go and check out her blog and give her some attention!

Partner, if you're seeing this, I fulfilled my end of the deal. Thank you for supporting me and getting me to come out of my shell online during my transition from DeviantArt to Tumblr. I believe I'm gonna have a lot of fun here!

[victor-cartoons]

Oh by the way, if I send a message of somth/send a post that remind me of u or smth u like without elaborating, even if you respond with something, it's because I simply don't know what to add to the conversation and I dont want the conversation to become kinda ankward by forcing saying somth lol. If this behavior made you feel bad or something, I just want you to know that it's my poor conversational skills and not that I hate you or that i don't like u

[wylanzahn]

The Gift,

This is a poem I wrote for my friend's birthday, so here's this- "The Gift."

I recount when summer cooled,

The leaves began to burn away their verdant color,

Long roads I unraveled from northeast sanction, 

Alone to slow rolling, quickly emptied country,

Lands my family had called home-away-from-home,

Long since before I was born,

I remember the longing I felt in my heart,

To be so far away from everyone I knew,

Calling at someone I now rue,

But to my family I beckoned to their call,

And so I arrived in farthest shores.

It wasn’t long after I had arrived that my boredom crept in,

I should have brought more books I told myself,

When in dungeon darkest I felt no sovereign,

To this ugly place where there was no bookshelf.

But it was around the third day of my miasma,

That I met the postman, a charming fellow, if not a bit queer,

Of this small little beach town my family resided,

He was the hap-happiest and always filled with cheer,

To lie to you now would be for me to say I enjoyed his presence,

Although in my lonely set and unfit sear I was full of drear,

And at first I found him kooky, wacky, and loopy.

It was during one of his routine visits,

When of course he was at his most cheerful,

And I, having not woken up but thirty minutes before,

Was ay my gloomiest.

He smiled and greeted in his unusually festive tone,

For it was not later than mid-October,

Yet he had the cheer and pizazz of someone in the midst of Yuletide,

I beckoned him off and told him I was merely admiring the mid-day sky,

He asked if I had seen any crows sailing on the celestine side,

I looked at him most curiously,

I retorted back I had indeed seen crows that morning,

He smiled and told me something most incredible,

For in these months when the cool air begins to rush in like the tide,

These few months the crows that have yet too leave their roost,

Those few who chirp and sing are compelled to speak,

And those who hear such speech of crows are said to find true bond,

Man’s true best friend, he said matter-o-factly,

And with a chuckle he turned away, straying back to his original path.

A strange fellow, a strange fellow indeed,

I wandered on the ideas that he penned, 

Was it lunacy indeed, I contemplated to myself,

Perhaps, but there is no way in knowing until one does truly know.

In the evening hours I wandered out of bed,

I walked around the grounds of this hollow home,

I heard something rustling in the tall grass of this marshy place,

Not only that but something seemed to shine in the grass,

Shimmering in the light of the overhung moon,

And as I approached I heard sweet chirping,

It was a crow indeed, and in it’s beak a silver spoon.

At first it was startled and began to scamper off,

But as I waited and tried to coo it back,

It slowly turned, eyeing me up and down,

And whilst I was undoubtedly tired from the day previous,

I could unmistakably tell you now what I heard it sing:

Friend?

Friend?

Friend?

Friend?

Friend?

Friend?

A tear began to swell up in my eye,

As silly as it is to believe,

As pajammed as I was,

As sad and alone as I was,

Here was someone who needed a friend,

Here was someone who just wanted to be seen.

I reached in my coat pocket, 

As it was chilly out that night,

I felt a small thing graze my finger,

I felt it’s cool metallic surface,

I took it in my palm,

And I tossed it into the air,

Where it landed in the tall grass,

And for a moment all stood still,

Only the wind moved,

Rocking the weeping willow,

Before the crow snatched at the coin,

Feeling it in it’s beak,

It almost seemed to smile,

Dancing back and forth,

In joyous chorus did it sing:

Friend!

Friend!

Friend!

Friend!

Friend!

Friend!

I think often of the time I was there,

Of my little crow friend who spoke to me,

Of it’s joyful cries,

It’s little rocking back and forth,

And how for a moment I had a true friend once again.

I sadly had to leave not long after that chance encounter,

Driving back, all six hours by my lonesome,

But I will never forget the gift,

The gift of the crow’s friendship, 

Which meant the world to me.

La Fin.

[id-go-for-massmurder]

Since both tik tok and discord are beong ABSOLUTE bitches about my video, it's going here.

I apologize to everyone who sees this

Also go follow me on tik tok if you want

Idrc anymore

[1-jar-of-stars]

On Friendship.

[emilnikos]

love it when my friends say "you would do numbers on Tumblr" buddy I am on Tumblr. and the number is 3

[rafeandonlyrafe]

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

[flawsomebuttercup]

Today, the air hung heavy with grief. My friend, whom I hadn't seen in a decade, stood beside a freshly turned grave, her mother laid to rest six feet below. The funeral and the following week of mourning rituals were a blur of shared sorrow. My friend confided in me that with these traditions complete, she might not return to Vietnam for another ten years. Her mother, she explained, was the anchor that always drew her back home. For years, she had poured everything she had into caring for her mother. She emptied her savings, even quit her job abroad to spend the final three months by her side, holding her hand as she drew her last breath. A bittersweet smile touched her lips as she admitted relief in accompanying her mother on this final journey. Yet, a lifetime dedicated to care came at a cost. At 40, she owned no house, a stark reminder of the sacrifices made. A sigh escaped her, revealing the loneliness of her life abroad. She juggled laughter, tears, and hardship alone, fiercely independent, unwilling to burden others. Friendships existed, but the hollowness within remained. Gently, I encouraged her to embrace vulnerability. Accepting help, even small gestures, isn't a burden, but a way to express and receive love. We sat there in silence. Her eyes, though dry, spoke volumes. The brokenness within, the fear of navigating life without her mother's warmth, was palpable. In the depths of sorrow, tears sometimes run dry. Despite the time spent apart, the years melted away when we reconnected. It felt like we'd picked up right where we left off. As I prepared to leave, her voice surprised me. "Would you visit me? My home is always open" she asked a flicker of hope in her eyes. "Can we meet again before I go?" "Absolutely," I said. "Let's meet again. And guess what? I can't wait for next year. I'll come visit you then."

_stubborn.buttercup_

blooming meadow, crayon + digital

[no-context-discord-quotes]

this is a typo in a textbook written by the professor of this class, it cost me $105, i will be sharing with the world

[sepiamestus]

You guys should read thepromised neverland