I love three year olds because they’ll never say it to your face but it’s clear in every fibre of their being that they’re certain that their communications skills are perfect, and any adults who can’t understand what they want are just a little bit stupid.

Oh to have the confidence of a 3 year old insisting they’re called “pig newtons”

does twitter user chaddington know that i have thought about "mine supply of cheese whales" sporadically for the last TWO YEARS

The difference between me and the average tumblr user is that I grind my own beans from a brand so pricey that it ends up being 5% of my grocery spending every year and is driving me into credit card debt. A warning to all: you can only go up in quality with coffee, never back down. Be mindful when treating yourself to a nicer bean.

This is the realest fucking post any of us here can learn from today

Well, my activity feed is about to become very exciting.

i enjoy my alone time a little too much sometimes

Do you have anything with that kind of texture that he can safely play with? This sounds like an understimulation issue.

Not guilty by reason of deficiency of other people’s stuff

Narratively speaking, ending this saga with the reveal that his name is Orange Sherbert was a masterstroke.

@jaimistoryteller

getting back into lotr is like. i believe in the power of choosing to do good even when you don’t feel like you’re good. the power of healing instead of hurting even if healing hurts more than hurting. the power of being unable to heal and of finding relief in the unknown. i want to be kinder. i want to be better. i want to be gentle and unburdened again but i have to walk on and on. does any of this have meaning? why of course even if you can’t remember or find the meaning of it in this very instance. it’s okay. you can cry. it’s okay. you did your best. what does it mean to be a good person? i want to believe that i can change and change the course of things even if i’m insignificant in the grand scheme of things. no one is insignificant in the grand scheme of things. i would walk with you to the end of the world and beyond to the next world too and the one after that. don’t leave me behind. i love you. i love you and i must leave you but i will always remember you. i love you. until our roads converge once more, be happy and eat well. thank you for following me to the end, i’ll see you again after the last star falls.

two small indie bands on two different stages facing each other. first band plays their own original music but the band across from them plays it all backwards perfectly.

if you stand at the exact midpoint between the stages all you hear is silence

you were there

okay i’m curious bc my parents were relatively young having me but idk what age difference is “normal” between parents and kids as i’ve met people with plenty of variations. so if you want, reblog this and tag (don’t comment) how old your parents were when they had you. my mom was 25 and my dad was 21.