tripropellant:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

polymascotfoamalate:

polymascotfoamalate:

polymascotfoamalate:

itwashotwestayedinthewater:

aye can i get uh………ingredients on my burger

beetroot?

you want beetroot?

you want fucking beet root?

ingredience

this post feels exactly like a conversation you would witness in a dream and think was completely normal and then wake up and think “what the fuck?” for a single millisecond and then immediately forget about completely

It’s Santa here! Who’s your favorite character from Tanz and why? ❤️

HELLO AGAIN SANTA!!! ❤ ❤ ❤

This is the biggest question you’ve asked me thus far and it’s so hard to answer. I guess I would say I like everyone for different reasons, but I think Alfred is my favorite. 

He’s very kind and even though he’s absent-minded, he’s also a genuinely smart guy (my headcanon post has him with a PhD). What gets me the most is how unwaveringly thoughtful he is, and how he cares SO MUCH about things. 

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I mean, what a sweetie. 

vampireapologist:

Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.

Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.

Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!

Clenched Soul

apoemaday:

by Pablo Neruda

We have lost even this twilight.
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
while the blue night dropped on the world.

I have seen from my window
the fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops.

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin in my hand.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
when I am sad and feel you are far away?

The book fell that always closed at twilight
and my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet.

Always, always you recede through the evenings
toward the twilight erasing statues.