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hey guys is there a nice wizard on tumblr or is it only the evil one

so fucking stupid that meds literally work. "swallow this pebble it makes you think" hateful

I am so glad that I live in a world with trans women and trans men and nonbinary people and intersex people. Things are hard for all of us right now, but I love you all and I am wishing that things get better and easier for all of us! ❤️

Oh my god what is this. WHAT IS THIS. I hate it. Its so funny I hate it

I HATE CHEMISTRY. THE THINGS ARE ALWAYS DOING THINGS. STOP DOING THAT.

ALWAYS ARE CHEMISTRY. DOING DOING HATE I STOP THAT. THE THINGS THINGS.

when i was a kid i decided that killing people was bad therefore war was bad therefore the military was evil. and adults would tell me it's more nuanced than that and i would understand when i grew up. well i'm a grown up now and idk i still think that killing people is bad and war is bad and the military is evil

*stroking my device screen with the tenderness of brushing the cheek of a lover returned from the war*

I- okay but- but screens are solid? Cheeks are not? Last time I checked???

I love this website I can make the most normal possible post and still get replies from alternate realities. what are cheeks made out of in your world plasma?

what you've never patted your laptop affectionately after a reboot fixed the Issue? never hugged your phone in relief that the screen survived a fall uncracked? never held a tablet to your quivering bosom bc the fic was just that good? puh-lease

it’s because you’re always in that damn time loop

it’s because you’re always in that damn time loop

it’s because you’re always in that damn time loop

I just want you all to know, that if and when this site does experience a real exodus and/or get sunsetted for good, even if we don't keep in touch I'll remember you so fondly. You're the online equivalent of the other kid on the beach where we built sandcastles together; the girl at the campsite where we explored the trees. You're the man next to me on the train who chatted cheerfully to pass the time when we got delayed. You're the drunk person who shared kind words in the bathroom at the club, you're the talented artists at the life drawing class or the poetry night in a city where I don't live anymore. It makes me sad that maybe in the future our paths won't cross so easily, but even when we leave this little shared piece of cyberspace, carried away on our briefly intersecting trajectories, just know I still love you