All dead… all rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle, long ago. The Dead Marshes… yes, that is their name
I feel this in my SOUL.
i needed this
gay bitches be like “I’m yearning for someone to run their fingers through my hair softly while we lay together in comfortable silence” anyways I’m bitches
November will end well. Things are being put into place to assure that 2020 will be an amazing year for me.
The most powerful thing you can do right now is to be patient while things are unfolding for you.
Just realized that as we go into the rawring twenties this is the first time FOB, Panic!, AND MCR have all been active at the same time since 2009
“the rawring twenties” ok first of all how DARE you
me last night: i feel so alone…. no one loves me…. wahh boo hoo
me today: i love MUD i don’t need LOVE or AFFECTION all i need is the soil that nourishes all life on this earth *listens to girls just want to have fun on loop while lying in the dirt*
always say “my peace is more important” when you find yourself reacting to something that doesn’t deserve your energy. prioritize your inner wellness and cultivate an active mindset of peace by consciously deciding that you’ll elevate higher than any situation that arises
love is the most beautiful thing we have in this world. i am so so sorry if someone skewed your perception of it and i truly hope you can feel warmth again. i’m not just taking romantically either- start with yourself. take a bath, call somebody who makes you smile, bake something sweet, open your heart with yoga. don’t let negativity block your blessings.
me: im done catching feelings for people it’s such a waste im really done
feelings:
The Sliding Scale of Gay Math Competence
contrary to popular belief, Gays can do math, but only at MAX CAPACITY, you can either invent the laws of gravity or you can cry over fractions
there is no in between
this is… the fairest call out I’ve ever received
you are like, incredibly correct
Can theory side of tumblr explain why cats are so chill?
rhizomes
antihumanism
*Zizek voice* ideologically, the cat is chill because it is the perfect anti-capitalist animal due to its relationship with desire being precisely that which cannot sustain capitalism. This is because the desire of the cat is not to buy or to possess, but to indulge in what it is provided rather than what is obtained through the exchange of capital. He eats, he sleeps, he eats, he sleeps, he purrs, and then he sleeps *gesticulates wildly* again. Yet, at some level, this upsets us. We go so far as to establish mythologies about the cat to replace this absence of a desire to participate in capitalist exchange: Felix with his magic bag, Top Kat with his connections to organized crime, and most commonly, Garfield and his lasagna. However, a cat will only eat lasagna if it is provided to him. His desire is not for the lasagna, it is for the act of being provided for, to be chill, and thus independent of the ideological implications of capitalist exchange.