#things to keep

thank you so much for writing dust bowl i can't emphasise how much it destroyed me. thank you.

this made me cry. like actually. she looks so fucking lovely and your notes are so right!! this is exactly how I imagine her in the years before coming out but while having Ilya nearby for support. And as a closeted, non-passing, 0% transitioned trans man myself who is only out to close friends, I also have been kept steady by the littlest of affirming things.

1). 6,124 notes - 01 October 2018

2). 3,523 notes - 09 November 2018

3). 3,193 notes - 23 August 2018

4). 2,821 notes - 30 November 2018

5). 2,457 notes - 14 December 2018

6). 2,329 notes - 02 October 2018

7). 2,122 notes - 28 November 2018

8). 2,021 notes - 30 November 2018

9). 1,951 notes - 02 October 2018

10). 1,613 notes - 14 December 2018

Why city flags may be the worst-designed thing you've never noticed

Speirs finally finds his keys. “I’m on my way.” Carwood hangs up and walks to Ash’s door. Roe is alreay on the porch, holding hair ties. “She likes it when I braid her hair,” Roe shrugs when Carwood gives him a questionning look. Soon enough, all the guys are here. Speirs with the spoons, George with the ice cream (he did forget the spoons) Toye with the movie, Chuck with flowers….

Everyone looks around, eager to get inside and comfort Ash. Still, they seem to be waiting for… “I am HERE and I am SORRY,” pants a flushed Babe, running to the crowded doorway, blankets in hand. “There was traffic it was horrible…” “S'alrigth, Babe, says Eugene as he hugs him. “As long as you’re here now.” “Alright, let’s do this,” declares Toye, “let’s make her anxiety our bitch.” Carwood knocks on the door. (END) xoxoxoxo

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I am…..quite possibly crying legit tears right now…… 

this is just so tender and cute… all my boys coming to my rescue *sniffles* excuse me while I melt into a puddle on the floor 

seriously audie, this is so comforting to read I can’t even begin to describe how much I want to hug you right now (and also all my boys, how bout we all just make one big dog pile?) 

psittacisme \psi.ta.sism\ masculin

(Didactique) Disposition d’esprit qui consiste à répéter les paroles d’autrui à la façon des perroquets.

(Par extension) Action consistant, pour des élèves, à se borner à plaquer dans leurs devoirs, des citations en grand nombre et parfois sans rapport avec l'idée développée ou le sujet proposé.

(Médecine) Trouble de langage, proche de l'écholalie et de la stéréotypie, qui consiste à répéter des phrases sans les comprendre ni chercher à les comprendre.

[…], il appartient à l'homme d'établir discursivement l'existence (An sit) de l'objet de sa foi et de chercher à parvenir à l'intelligence des termes qui l'expriment, s'il veut éviter de tomber dans un pur psittacisme, de réduire la révélation à un flatus vocis, à une simple verborum prolatio. — (Louis Rougier, Histoire d'une faillite philosophique: la Scolastique, 1925, éd.1966)