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reading a good poem makes a poem of your own start bubbling in your chest. like woah someone just turned the heat of the stove on high

arousal! repulsion! arousal! repulsion! arousal! repulsion! arousal! repulsion!

No one: Tumblr gif makers: *downloads a 70GB video file just to make one gifset of some blorbo that’ll only get 120 notes*

*trying not to doxx myself* shoutout to that one thing in a place somewhere

Anyway dni if you still support Cain, he hit his brother over the head with a fucking rock and it killed him instantly (source). I truly do not know how he still has fans. It astounds me how people can call themselves good people and still be completely fine platforming blatantly Abelist assholes like him. Smh

big life tips dont be neurodivergent dont be poor dont get in any sort of situation and dont let yourself need or crave

bug life tips: leaf

no one is coming to save yo- wrong!! everyone who has ever shown you love and/or care is saving you a little bit.

fujoshi who hasnt realized he's: Hey why does it say "he" in my dialogue description

when asoiaf said either your story will go unrecorded in history and that is violence or your story will be made into an ideal or a warning and that is violence and when it said power is an illusionary thing but it is real and when it said gender and class are both performances utilized to perpetuate an unjust system and when it said dismantling such systems are not easy and it will not happen without violence and when it said the youth will inherit a world destroyed by the older generations and their only choice will be to adapt and rebuild and when it said vengeance is a cycle and catharsis is a lie and only you can stop it and when it said hope and idealism is worth fighting for and when it said over and over and over again atrocities beyond your imagination will happen next to you and to you and the only thing you can do is get up the only thing you can do is keep going despair is the ultimate crime

*me, literally sick with want* whatever

i'm the first depressed person to be lazy for real