#i'm just wild

[sad-girl-poetry]

literally i just like to be feral about my ships on tumblr and if that makes me a bad person then i'll just go to Hell

[zerojanitor]

twitter: currently owned by techbro pissman

tumblr: actively removing functionality and bloating the interface with things nobody uses

discord: being retooled by ex-Meta management who don't understand the appeal of the platform

youtube: neutered by advertisers and algorithms and also tiktokification

reddit: half of the site is down due to protests about the outrageous monetization of third-party API support

facebook: my mom is on there

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Must be a Sugondese joke.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

fuck off nolan are you going to have six hundred men under my command with only one goal in mind (make it back alive to our homeland)? six hundred men, six hundred miles of open sea? but the problem's not the distance (it's what lies inbetween)?

[habken]

pigtail pulling

[dreamtodare]

𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒:

𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚊 𝙳𝚎𝚕 𝚁𝚎𝚢'𝚜 "𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚕𝚞𝚋"

Lana Del Rey's song "Chemtrails Over The Country Club" is like a soothing escape from all the stress and confusion of life. It's about wanting to get away from bad feelings, pressures, and all the complicated stuff that weighs us down.

The song paints a picture of a quiet, peaceful place—a country club where everything feels calm and easy. But it's not just about fancy parties and pretty scenery. It's more about finding a safe space where you can relax and let go of all the worries and negativity.

In the song, Lana Del Rey sings about feeling free and alive, even when life gets tough. She talks about living in a world where things don't always make sense, but that's okay because it's all part of being human.

The idea of "chemtrails" in the title might sound strange, but it's really just a way of saying that there are invisible forces out there that affect us, like the pressures and influences we feel from the world around us.

Listening to "Chemtrails Over The Country Club" feels like taking a break from reality—a chance to slow down and breathe. It's a reminder that it's okay to step back from the chaos of life and find peace within ourselves.

In the end, whether or not I fully understand the intricacies of the music is beside the point. What matters is the way it makes me feel—the way it offers a brief respite from the pressures of life, allowing me to escape, if only for a moment.

In a fast-moving world, it's important to take moments of pause—to breathe, reflect, and find solace in the beauty of simplicity. And as we immerse ourselves in the enchanting melodies of Lana Del Rey's music, we're reminded that sometimes, the most profound moments of clarity come when we allow ourselves to escape.

So as I press play and let the music wash over me once more, I'm grateful for the temporary escape it provides. In Lana Del Rey's world, I find refuge—a sanctuary where I can find solace amidst the chaos. And for that, I am truly thankful.

[breoasis]

Y era un domingo en la tarde, fui a los coches de choque tiririririririririri 🎺🎺🎺🎺🎺

[astrowarr]

on grian's "that's how little that board meant; i was in good favor" line:

i don't think grian forgot about his 0 and frowny face, i think it just didn't matter to him. think about it: he's been sleeping in scar's bed. he spends so much time in the bamboozler's base that it takes a solid 30 seconds after he respawns there for any of them to register his presence as Wrong. he and scar have been taking jabs back and forth, yeah, and he knew about his score on the reputation board, but...

grian also knows that scar's actions will always speak much louder than his silver words. he knows scar, knows how he operates. not just that, but he knows first-hand how baseless and inconsequential every line on that board on monopoly mountain was in the end. scar's words have never meant anything, and grian knows that. you can't trust a thing he says, but his hands and his eyes don't lie; at least not to grian. that's what he was thinking about: the desert and the love it held

[frownyalfred]

thinking about a Damian who was raised his entire life hearing how much he looks like his Father, how he's the blood son, how he's better than any other child Bruce Wayne has taken in, starting to buy into it like a kid does, only to hit puberty and turn out looking like 80% Talia.

[thimblings]

'oh i will ruin you'

[raticalshoez]

Was thinking of my post about dream teams and got really invested in whatever Unrequited Hate has going on

[violetrains]

Instead of telling men to repress their emotions to appear stronger we should encourage them to sing incredibly dramatic ballads to process their emotions like in fictional movies. Maybe the world would heal faster. And also it would be very funny.

These are my personal favorites.

[who-the-fuck-are-you-bruh]

WAKE UP SLEEPYHEAD YOUR BOYWIFE IS COMING TO GETCHA

[azertyrobaz]

"You look like a Fink!"

From Jakob Jensen on Twitter

[causticflower]

can someone check on this man

[aromiekimart]

Please...leave me alone...shut up and heal me...I beg you