bears. beets. battlestar galactica.

Gonna be honest fam. Stephanie Meyer finishing and publishing Midnight Sun after all these years renews my hope that the same thing will happen with The Life and Times by Jewels5 on www.fanfiction.net

all i do is have thoughts while mentally ill in various rooms of my house

due to not wanting to. I will not be

Star Wars: Episode IX - The Rise of Skywalker (2019) dir. J. J. Abrams

You can play outside until dinner, but when I flash the porch light twice…

The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan

every pairing i love: eleanor & chidi (the good place) “you’re sharp, and you’re strong. you make fun of me a lot. you once called me a human snooze button. but you also showed up in my classroom when i was drowning in despair and canned chili and you basically saved my life. you have very high self-esteem and a very low tolerance for men who wear sandals. and your worst nightmare is someone saying something nice about you to your face but too bad. i need to say it. because you deserve it.”

Uber: Public transit failed us so bad that we started driving each other around instead

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

a shawl wrapped around the shoulders and you’re wandering the moors in a Brönte novel, feeling melancholic

Looking out the window at the rain and you’re a love-stricken newlywed wondering when your husband will return from the war.

Long skirt billowing behind you while to go down the stairs, you’re a proper Lady in a flowing ball gown being introduced at a fancy social function.

Hair blowing in the wind and suddenly you’re hovering on a cliff by the sea, staring out into the waves and praying your merchant husband will return from his voyage across the ocean

Hood up against the rain and wind and you’re a medieval abbess defying the weather and travelling on foot with your people to find a place to establish a new community.

Wiping your hands on your apron and you’re an 18th century kitchen girl rushing to let in the delivery boy you secretly love.

The cool fall wind catches your skirt, sends leaves swirling around your feet, and catches your hair and sends it flying behind you, and suddenly you’re a enchantress roaming the woods, daring any man to challenge your power.

it’s honestly so rude how i’ve never been kissed under a mistletoe. the disrespect.

#mood

staff You are recommending that I follow a nazi blog I blocked last night. Your site promotes anti-semitism to Jews. Your site shoves Nazi Swastikas in the faces of Jews. It’s bad enough that the Nazi blogs seem to be sprouting up like weeds on a site that claims to have an anti-hate policy, but to actively promote them to people who have taken the steps of blocking these blogs is beyond the pale. Clean this place up. It’s turning into Stormfront. I encourage everyone who sees this post, Jewish or otherwise, to reblog it. Tumblr has been ignoring the growth of Nazism on this site for too long. It needs to end.

everyone on tumblr throughout December 2018

tumblr after december 17th:

If the planet recycled as much as Buzzfeed’s writers we might be in pretty decent shape.

is being into coffee an older sibling thing bc everyone i know who loves coffee is the oldest child

like every oldest child ik loves coffee, the middle child hates it/prefers tea, and the youngest will drink it but only if its super sweet n has a ton of milk

rb w/ if ur oldest, middle, or youngest child and how u feel about coffee