Kind of sad. Kind of okay with it...

Hozier songs are like a kiss on the forehead while having a picnic in a forest at sunset or having really sacrilegious sex in a cathedral at midnight. There is no in between.

I <3 crows, too!

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Is there rly any softer scene than when o'malley sees duchess and falls in love with her at first sight in the aristocats, complimenting her at every turn and climbing into a cherry blossom tree to make the flower petals snow gracefully down on her? How dreamy 🥀💕

This Is Love 😍😍

Not to mention when he found she had kids, he was thrown for a second, then proceeded to not only still help her, but dote on them too.

“Not all men” you’re right, Abraham DeLacey Giuseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley would never.

it fucken WIMDY

My roommate loves this boy and I did some fanart of him

Straight dudes be like oh I’m supposed to wash my face? And change my shower curtain? And sweep my floor? And go to therapy? And not eat exclusively off plasticware in my own home? And wipe off my stovetop? And have seperate hand soap and body soap? Like shut the hell up and learn how to be a functional human without a girl teaching you everything I’m tired

reading letters from 1818 is wild

“it’s that time of the year when I get colds for no apparent reason again” have some Clairitin hon

But also we’re not becoming allergic to everything nowadays like certain white moms fear. Allergies have always existed. They were just talked about differently

Like “oh clams always ~turn my stomach~”. Or “what a pity he was taken from us at age 5”

Louder for the people in the back 🗣🗣

we’re getting into BOOKS again, kids. we’re out here reading BOOKS. it doesn’t matter if it’s YA lit or elementary school readers or “”great classic”” novels or comic books or even creative non-fiction. we’re reading BOOKS and we’re having FUN with it. 

Is this a threat?

yeah

not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important

You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?

i have but i also have, like, real problems

I waited well over an hour for food once at IHOP, because it kept coming out inedible. We finally asked what was going on, and it turns out that the ONLY cook had been working for 36 hours straight with only a short nap. I ordered the easiest thing to make, tipped the waitress heavily, and sent her back to the cook with a $10 tip for them, too, AFTER watching the 24-hour restaurant close the doors so that they could send the cook home for some rest. Yeah, I’ve waited 40 minutes for my dinner, and I didn’t ask for a discount, we tipped VERY well, and sent the cook our best wishes. If something goes wrong with your restaurant experience, consider that there are real people back there, working under god knows what conditions.

“Millennials” are more human than their previous generations imo

“You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?”

“i have but i also have, like, real problems”

This has such a baby boomer vs. millennial energy and i think about this exchange everyday

Oh to be a gremlin child again. Covered in grass stains and grazes, hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. To be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. To feel time stretch forever, only flying when I fall into books. To love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.

The urge to seduce Death, to take it softly by the cold hand and lead it to your boudoir, is an ancient and primal one that we can only explore by with cheat codes on The Sims.

It’s called “innovation” look it up

HE PAID U ITS VALUE

i understand why van gogh cut off his ear and shot himself in the middle of an open field like i get it now

rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body

i rly love the peace & quiet of an empty house so I’m always secretly worried like ….what if I end up marrying one of those “everyone come over my house any time u want” hoes

*logs onto tumblr* looks like its time to