oh, my costis. oh, my friend.

not everything is getting worse. at least you don't hear high hopes by panic at the disco every day anymore

can everyone do me a favor and tell me your favorite thing to put on toast in the tags

lovely friends and gorgeous people of tumblr.com, i invite you to please reblog this post and put in the tags something that has brought you happiness lately! anything at all, any joy, slight or miraculous, wholly at your discretion!

The doctors told me his condition has become extremely critical, and without immediate treatment, he may not survive another night, so so I ask, can you help me get treatment for my baby Qais??

I am standing outside the ICU, waiting for any sign that he is still fighting, but every second feels like a goodbye I am not ready for. Please donate now and help me save my baby Qais.

Unfortunately, Qais has run out of medicine, and I cannot afford more. To everyone who helped before, I beg you again today. Your kindness kept him alive, and he still desperately needs support.

I’m saying this with a heart that can’t take more pain. If you read this and scroll away, I won’t forgive you. My baby is slipping away. Please donate now, please share—save Qais.

Qais urgently needs his medication. Please donate if you are able or share this post!

sure he understands leftist theory but does he believe feminism is a worthwhile and rigorous school of thought which is inextricable from class struggle

venus planet of love was destroyed by global warming and me i feel also not so good

the kids are calling them "stone fruits." they start off small—think cherries. then they're hooked and they need a quick fix, they get peaches, maybe some nectarines. it's all they can think about. before you know it, they're trying the really hard stuff—apricots, plums. once they taste a mango there's no going back.

I HATTTE ACCIDENTALLY SAYING SOMETHING ONLY THE KILLER WOULD KNOW