Welcome to my melting pot

I love you cellulite . I love you strech marks. I love you laugh lines. I love you crows feet. I love you scars. I love you birthmarks. I love you graying hair. I love you body that has been lived in.

therapy isn’t enough, i need to become a knight of the round table

nothing but facts. his anger is absolutely justified

i love u concept albums i love u relevant track order i love u recurring motifs in lyrics i love u music as a narrative device

the best part about making someone else’s post viral is not having to deal with the notes.

WAIT DID TUMBLR JUST UPDATE THE IMAGE LIMIT TO *30* ?????

to everyone saying either "do u love the colour of the bingus" or "get bingused" here is a flower for u hope ur day is lovely 🌼geniunly love both comments sm ik some people find many people saying the same thing on their post annoying but i love that we have all been connected by coming up w the same thing love and light<3

This is the best post to see as my first 30 photo post

8 year old Dick’s third trip to Bruce’s office and being so helpful that he pressed ALL the elevator buttons so that they could shout good morning to each floor

25-year-old Dick doing the same exact thing. The people on the floors now yell back.

Ok, but consider- Dick teaching this to Damian. Using all the argument he’s built up for Bruce over the years and, “Yes Damian this is important to workplace moral”. And Damian has no choice but to believe Dick that, This is just how things are done because everyone yells back. Jump to Bruce being worried about taking Damian to the office with him for the first time and Damian is just like, “tch, Do not worry Father I have been trained on proper workplace procedure.” Which only had Bruce more worried until Damian proceeds to hit every single elevator button and, when the doors open, in his most proper voice, “Salutations Second Floor.” There is of course a chorus of “Good Morning"s and “Hello Damian"s Bruce is so completely frozen in shock that doesn’t say anything as the process repeats on every single floor. and he can only nod and say “Good Job” when Damian looks to him for approval once they’re done.

I mean, if we really wanted comic book movies to be faithful to the source material, rather than spending $100 million on one movie, what you'd do is give $20 million each to five different directors, release all five resulting movies in theatres at the same time, and make sure that each movie's plot refers to the events of all the other movies' plots in such a way that whichever of the five movies you watch first will be entirely incomprehensible and every possible viewing order is wrong.