Let The Bridges I Burn Light My Way

unironically love the phrase “but I’m being so brave about it” because truly, like, what other choice do we have in this wretched existence? what a beautiful way to remind yourself to keep going, even if only out of spite

how do you, as a tumblr user, not know what the 2007-2008 writers guild of america strike is

I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.

Purgatory

The Garden of Death

Watercolor and gouache by Hugo Simberg, 1896

STOP! are you operating on an arbitrary set of terms and rules known only to you? have you created an ultimatum or specific if/then scenario for someone else without communicating it to them? have you considered making a decision and calculated all the consequences and potential reactions to those consequences and consequences for those reactions before you actually made the decision? it may be time to say some words out loud to another person!

I think of this post constantly so I made a graphic to send to other people

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she did such a Good Job...that's such a Good Baby...

I just alternate between ‘maybe I’m smarter than I give myself credit for’ and ‘maybe I’m dumber than I realized’

brb going outside to wistfully observe the reflections of the shop lights in the wet streets

thats what im fucking talking about

precisely the correct music for this wet animal creature

This feels like a video game animal interaction

growing up with both sensory and gender issues is like. you either refuse to wear jeans or extremely wear jeans. many do not understand this.