#god. fuuuuck

[teddyqd]

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Henry was my pet rat, and he died last night in my hands. He was three years old, which is way longer than

an albino rat is supposed to live. To be honest, he wasn't a very smart animal, but he was so sweet that now I wonder

if intelligence has anything to do with leading a good life. He had been sick for a few months, and every twelve hours

I had to apply antiseptic and lotion to both his back feet. By the end they didn't really work anymore,

so he would just drag his feet behind him in a way so cute and sad that I started calling him my little sea lion. When he died it was, somehow,

a surprise: you would think that when your rat is older than older than dirt and has been sick for months you'd be sort of prepared: after I had laid out the towel

and mixed the solution, I picked him up and noticed his breathing was s slow. I lay down with him

on the towel, the towel where we'd spent the last few months, where I think we finally, really, completely loved each other,

not like humans do: humans always want something from you and he and I would rather just be together than apart,

and I pulled him toward me, and he chittered in that way that always meant he was wind coming in after a rain, his head fell forward, and there was so much less

light in the room. The lamp was so far away, like the light of a house to which there is no road. I know, he was just a rat. So many

just like him, all white, red eyes, die every day and only one or two people in white coats are even there to see it.

He was all in white, he was always there to see me. When I would wake from a nightmare, so many nightmares, I would turn on the light

and there he was, holding on, a constant companion to a prisoner, the prison being the apartment, the world being inside his cage. Once I was crying

in bed because of who knows why, and he sat beside my face and licked my tears away. I had a rat once, named Henry. Named Buddy. Named Mr. Big

Mouse. Named proof that something could need me and still love me. Named please can I have some of your apple? Or I know

you're sad but I'm hungry. Don't go; if you go I won't survive: a child reaches for her father; a couple, buried in ash, dies holding each other;

a man and a woman in an office, crying slightly, sign sheets of paper; sparrows fall out of the sky together. Some day I'm going to have a child. She's going to have

eyes like mine and such small hands. Just like she'll need me alive then, she needs me alive now; I can't say goodbye before I've had a chance

to say hello. I don't stare off bridges anymore. I don't count out little blue exit signs and even today, with Henry buried under a tree, a tree somewhere so far away

it feels like someone else buried him using my body, today I came home and only wanted to sleep for twenty minutes instead of always. Something needed

me once, and I know something will need me again. One day I'm going to have a daughter. She's going to sleep through the night

sometimes. She is a light on a rock at the edge of a lonely see. You see that light out there? That's where I'm headed. That's home.

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Neil Hilborn, "For Henry, Who Has Just Gone", The Future

[crushedsweets]

Everytime I see Toby with his mask and goggles I MISS HIM I miss being 9 and scrolling creepypasta quizzes on qoutev and all of the photos are toby with his mask and goggles on and he looks so goofy but I used to think he looked cool.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I just learned that Michael Fassbender tried to get them to make Erik’s hair turn white in Apocalyose when he touches the earth to bring the metal out of the ground for the first time I’m going to eat glass we were so robbed

yeah..

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[t4tails]

LORE OLYMPUS IS OVER

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

have you ever thought about how out of all the gods/powerful people Odysseus has met throughout epic, Circe is the only one who respected his no

This genuinely just stopped me in my tracks and caused me to stop breathing for about 5 seconds. No, Fluffy, I have not thought of this. What the fuck. Circe is also the only powerful being he met that encouraged the good in Odysseus

[luck-of-the-drawings]

IMAGINE. working at ur stupid uhhh job or whatever. pulling into your drive way and ready to work on some crazy project in your garage. opening the door to the most unfamiliar silence. did your wife and kid leave for something? could you imagine knocking on your kids door, hardly getting an answer, and opening it to find the splattered remains of your wife across his room your child is scared! hes hardly consolable, in a state of shock and terror. you are too, but youre the adult here. you need to take charge. you need to protect him. you need to do something. you need to do something.

[shiggy-my-babygirl]

Giving Tomura steroid cream so at least the inflammation and itching goes down a bit and it's more bearable ❤

[hood-ex]

I once read a book where a character who had just one of everything - one fork, one plate, etc. - because he considered more than that just pointless stuff he'd eventually have to move told another that she made him want to have two plates, and that might be the most Dick and Donna vibes I've ever gotten out of anything not actually about Dick and Donna.

Well now I'm thinking about Dick buying two mugs and keeping one for himself and giving the other to Donna as a gift, but Dick's mug eventually burns along with the rest of Dick's apartment during the Blockbuster fiasco, so then after Donna dies and there's a funeral reception at her apartment, Dick finds the twin mug in Donna's kitchen, and he takes it up to the roof with him and cries.

Teen Titans/Outsiders Secret Files

[crushedsweets]

nobody ever listens to toby, not without questioning him 100 times. he's used to being interrogated, ignored, brushed off, assumed to be stupid or useless or a mindless attack dog. he feels like he has to protect everything, prove himself, kill everything to keep what matters safe. always on high alert, the first to act, told what to do, never to be listened to, never to be trusted.

but kate asks him what he wants her to do. kate looks to toby when something happens. kate lunges before toby has the chance to. goes to him the second something is wrong. toby says attack, kate slaughters. she doesnt trust anyone the way she trusts toby and she'd kill anyone getting in the way of their friendship. cuz someone like kate doesnt get someone like toby too often.

she doesnt get someone who'll drag a mattress through a forest and dirty mineshaft so she can rest easier. doesnt get someone who gives her shitty band t shirts so she can stop wearing the same shirt from the last 5 years. someone who brings her food and water and doesnt treat her like a goddamn animal for once in her proxy life. she thinks he's a dumb asshole, but he's also the most clever, hardworking, genuine friend she's had. somehow...

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[waterdeep-weavemoss]

realising that raphael scratches the lana del rey part of my brain is.... well it's something

[max-headroomfiles]

Btw you guys my thoughts on the newest season of ghost files season three are.....

HOLY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's all :]

[pbpsbff]

oh my fucking god i thought school spirits was just a one season show but the finale is ???? fucking insane ???????? and there's gonna be a season 2?????? what the fuck

[ur-local-neighborhood-scene-kid]

name 5 songs ya listen to then send this to 5 different followers ^_^

Sorry I didn’t see this! I’m trying to sort out my ask notification issue!

I like p much anything by will wood but rn I’ve been listening to 2012 and suburbia overture

Afternoon by lemon demon

Haunted by laura les

Dinner is not over by jack stauber

And Hell by clowncore

:33

And I don’t even know 5 ppl bc talking to ppl is hard! But I got @ieatwoodchips and @clown-college-honor-roll so I am putting yall here. :>

[petra-dot-png]

Tank Girl and her cousins (Gorillaz)