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“I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time.”
— Ann Brashares
You’re gonna rattle the stars, you are.
TREASURE PLANET (2002) dir. Ron Clements and John Musker
yo why do adults try to tell middle schoolers not to dye their hair or cut it weird or dress strange. Middle school is the most miserable time of anyone’s life, let them have fun and get a mohawk or something. They don’t have colleges to impress or a boss to worry about. They’re 12. Let them be less miserable with their blue hair and bad fashion (so long as it’s weather appropriate! I don’t want anyone wearing only a tshirt and jeans in winter!!!) It won’t kill you to let your kid exercise some control over their appearance that literally will not follow them their whole lives. Who cares if your kid wants to wear unprofessional clothes. They’re a kid, they don’t need to be professional.
Day/Night
i just feel things deeply & it tires me
The Classics
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fuck disappearing under mysterious circumstances i want to start APPEARING under mysterious circumstances. walking through a deserted eerie forest? im there. exploring an abandoned 1930s mine that no human has set foot in for 55 years? there too. touching down on mars? guess whose annoying face you see poking out from behind a rover
𝒷𝑒 𝑔𝒶𝓎 𝒹𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒
they're discussing how to overthrow the government ♡
Something I’ve been trying to remember to do lately
trees!!! dirt!!! flowers!!! rocks!!! bunnies!!! little stumps!!!
moss, you guys!!!!!
Dream collection 🍂
these paintings feel VERY lesbian to me💅
If I dont reblog this mothman took me.
Would you like to buy his wares?
i will be a regular patron and give him a tinyyyy fedora
Everyone has magic inside them, and some of it spills out.
Your childhood friend, who makes ramen like no one else can even when it’s the same noodles and flavor packets, because it is the love that makes it better.
The girl in your class, who always seemed to have cheap candy in her bag for anyone who wanted.
Your brother, who knows just when to switch back to the channel when the advertisements end and the show starts.
The little girl near the park, scattering grains on the sidewalk every evening, whistling a soft tune, around whom all the birds and squirrels are a little less vigilant.
The stranger on the bus, who made the crying baby laugh by showing his face from behind his hands and sticking his tongue out, making funny faces, and the baby who had been crying since before you stepped aboard was now smiling a toothless smile.
You sister, who somehow always knows about the wild clovers and flowers in her path, even while she walks backwards to face you while talking about her favourite show, and never steps on them.
The girl who is always reading borrowed novels but somehow knows what everyone is talking about.
The old lady down the street, whose plants never seem to die in the heat, flowers peeking from inside thick bushes, as if compassion alone kept them alive.
The boy in your neighbourhood, who climbed trees like the trees themselves pulled him up, who rescued kittens and brought down balls and frisbees stuck in the branches.
Everyone has magic inside them.
Even you.
