#life made

[rose-arwen-padme]

HAYDEN. EWAN. ROSARIO. AHMED.

BEST. WEEKEND. EVER.

*swoons for rest of life*

[ncutii-gatwa]

smithy reading my comment made it into the music stream highlights i can die happy

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Life made when Jo aka Leon from orphans likes and comments on your pictures on IG

[bookishjules]

today the 10yo i babysit said i have "fairy handwriting" and i swear i have never received a better compliment

[ivystoryweaver]

Question about The Only One...how do you pronounce Elia?

My mind goes back and forth between "ell-EE-uh" and something that sounds similar to "ELL-ya" (kinda like Anya from Anastasia lol).

Just wondering :)

I love this question!!

In my head, I hear Elia's name like a combo of those ^ two

ELL-ee-uh

Think the pacing and emphasis of the name Dahlia, but "Ell" instead of "Dah" at the beginning

Thanks for this!

The Only One

[emmashouldbewriting]

BRB INTRODUCING MY 12YO TO THE BIG BANG THEORY

[laurencem]

How have I never seen this gif before. How. HOW I ASK YOU

The Story of the Scully Box.

[dinklebat]

an interaction im very tired of in online autism spaces. aka when you don’t have a special interest / when your special interest isn’t [character] or [fandom]

EDIT: if you’re confused on this post look at this version: https://www.tumblr.com/dinklebat/767829405172219904/some-of-you-did-not-understand-this-post-hope?source=share

also if you want to see column posts just check #column posting on my blog

EDIT 2: I turned reblogs off because you guys are literally acting like blue and I’m done.

[fermentedgutz]

visitation

wouldn’t it be funny if ford was able to visit bill at his intergalactic, therapeutic, meet-you-on-the-other-side-and-it’s-not-heaven-or-hell-but-a-third-evil-thing prison

[bloodybellycomb]

One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.

[olwolo]

to the family car!

[beebfreeb]

[portraitoftheoddity]

One time in my early 20s I got really drunk at a party where someone handed me a stein full of what turned out to be moonshine from a barrel in some guy's garage and said "try this it tastes like pie" and a) it DID taste like pie, but b) only on the way down, not on the way back up, given it was something like 120 proof -- so my memories of the next couple hours are very vague but involve a bunch of ex-football players from South Boston walking me around the block in circles handing me bottled water trying to sober me up, and eventually because I was too shitfaced to get home but no longer puking my guts up and dying I crawled into the back of my car to sleep it off in a sleeping bag I kept there; but there was a guy at the party who was also sleeping in his car and this was Boston in the fall so it was like 40ºF out at night and anyway this other guy I met at this party who was a middle aged mercenary from liverpool who had served in the french foreign legion or something ended up knocking on my car door asking if he could huddle with me for warmth and I said yeah okay but there's only room for me in the sleeping bag so don't be weird about it, and to his credit he was not weird and we just slept in my car and in the morning he asked if I wanted brekkie and bought me dunkin donuts while I nursed the worst hangover I have ever had in my life then or since and trying to figure out whose heavy metal hoodie I was wearing and how I managed to leave this party with more clothing than I arrived in.

So if someone singing pirate shanties hands you a stein of mysterious liquid and tells you it tastes like pie, probably don't chug that shit.

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[eydilily]

beep boop be boo bop