“Death is a rare mercy” Alright folks, time to add a new quote to the list of things that go hard and sound like they’re from classic lit, but actually come from unexpected places
You can’t scare me off with your gay fanart, Tumblr.
I wasn’t the Grand Marshal of DC Pride, New York Pride, and Phoenix Pride for nothing!
#every single lynda carter post that comes across my dash is a DELIGHT#meanwhile i have not seen a single post from ryan reynolds#this tells me that the Tumblr Peer Review system is still functioning at optimal levels#absolutely delighted by this#i can’t say i condone milf wrongs and then tell lynda carter to get off tumblr okay (via @racethewind10)
just jimin being super happy after jungkook’s mom told him that she loves him 🥺
Can we all just be here again if Twitter goes “thermonuclear” 😅
star trek heritage post (September 27th, 2020)
~ Why would any sensible creature crave an eternity of this?
~ You could find out.
Helpful former homeowner.
When I say love makes us human, this is what I mean.
Xu Zhen - Hello
i think it is important to note that she moves to face you. here is a video
Love art that makes you say Hiiiii to the incomprehensible other
Black Panther: Wakanda Forever (2022)
ASAAAHHHH
wish this hadn’t become a meme bc like it’s seriously so insane & true like yeah being seen is excruciating
Tim Kreider wrote a follow-up essay reacting to the fact that the mortifying ordeal line became a meme, and it’s mostly him being sort of condescendingly annoyed at us because he thinks focusing on this one excerpt was missing the point but he dropped another banger in the process:
They think that what another person will learn about them is what they see in themselves — the squirming, icky, insecure mess inside. They don’t know yet that the ways in which they’re secretly screwed up and repulsive are boringly ordinary.
I don’t know why, but I love that. I’ve repeated it to myself a few times in the past when I’ve worked myself up into a lather. You are not uniquely horrible, you are just regular horrible in the way that we’re all a little horrible. The mortifying ordeal of being known is mortifying precisely because you have to accept that someone can know your most awful flaws and irritating behaviors and not be shocked, appalled or impressed. You and everyone else, babe.
She would have wanted you to have it.
i’ll always have my eye on you Bonus Luis