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[yukimiyaz]

oliver shows up on your doorstep one night in the pouring rain in nothing but a wife beater and pajama pants and you’re ballistic and bleary eyed asking him what the hell he thinks he’s doing and he just holds up a, ridiculously sopping and disintegrating piece of paper, in front of your face.

“your favorite band, they’re playing across the street from my house tomorrow,” he huffs, and he’s breathing hard. his cheeks are flushed. you rub at your eyes and don’t miss how he softens.

“you couldn’t text me that?”

“you blocked my number.”

“well, that’s what you do to exes, oliver.”

“you wouldn’t have to be my ex anymore if you let me take you and pay for your admission.”

and he’s holding out the—nothing but wet mush, now—flier to you that you can only assume was probably posted on a fence outside his place. and he’s smiling all boyish and crooked and adoring like he always has at you. and he’s dripping wet in his see through tank and too thin pants. and he’s still in his house slippers, which are most likely ruined and waterlogged.

he’s a mess before you, through and through. a sight that, unfortunately, isn’t all that new to you.

“go home, oliver,” you sigh, shutting your door a little more so less of you is visible to him.

his shoulders slump instantly. his hands close around the mushy wad and he nods. he doesn’t object, doesn’t respond with anything more than the faltering of his smile and the dip of his head as he goes to turn on his heel.

“and take a warm shower when you get there,” you call after him, bated, “can’t take me to see my favorite band if you get sick.”

whipping his head back around, a beaming smile stretches across his scruff framed lips. he’s so pleased with himself, you can tell. and it makes it hard to hide your own excitement. without another word, you shut your front door before he can see the wide smile that spreads across your face, too.

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[wizardpotions]

Christmas as a cultural icon is starting to get really dystopian in a climate sense, december has historically been a time of year in which there would be snow in a significant portion of europe and north america, and the fact that its not even icy this time of year and all the christmas songs and decorations reference a time of year that will likely never exist in the same way again in my life time is so strange.

[bonesandthebees]

one of the most infuriating things about becoming an adult is when you realize that it actually is 10x easier to solve problems by making a phone call vs literally any other communication method

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[incohorace]

what studying literature feels like

[starkidlabs]

Dracula and Jonathan’s Tango - from The Polish National Opera production of ‘Dracula’.

With Choreography by Krzysztof Pastor and Music by Wojciech Kilar.

[ladychlo]

Motaz Azaiza interviewed by Ajstream after fleeing Gaza, please do watch the whole interview...

[aliendeity]

the man who owns and runs the thai restaurant in my town knows me by name. he is one of the kindest and most thoughtful men i know. i started ordering from his place back in january, which was when i got my fibromyalgia diagnosis. back then i was using a walker, had limited mobility in my entire body but especially my hands, and was very visibly in pain. i always ordered the same thing: yellow curry with no meat, potatoes and carrots only (i have texture and other dietary issues). he always made it a point to make sure i could get out the door and carry the food safely. he had his workers package the food so that it was easier for me to open. as i kept coming back and i told him a little bit about my health status, he would always encourage me to keep going. he told me about how the spices he used were good for inflammation and began to edit the recipe just for me so that spices that were even better for fighting inflammation were used. he’d give me extra portions and despite the fact that i would tip every time, i realized later that he never charged my card for them. as time went on and my condition began to get better, especially with the help of a physical therapist, he would make encouraging remarks and tell me how happy he was for me. the day i came in without my walker, he practically jumped for joy, and despite my insistence, he gave me my meal for free that day. i continue to make progress with my conditions and i continue to go to the thai place. this man who does not know me personally and who i hardly know anything about is one of my favorite people. it’s interactions with humans like these that make loving life easier. and his curry really does help my chronic condition. it’s comfort food taken to the next level.

[titleofpersonage-p01]

[miiilowo]

non-practicing slut. is this anythign

[cowboysmp3]

there’s something sooo sickening about how dunmeshis whole energy is like sometimes something terrible and awful happens to you and it changes you forever and nothing can make you the person you were before but there’s still love and there’s still sharing a meal together and there’s still living

[goldensunset]

advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love

[memendoemori]

Good morning everybody