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yesterdaysprint:

The Washington Herald, Washington DC, January 31, 1918

1918 mood still valid in 2018

homestucksick:

aroaceminyoongi:

homestucksick:

homestucksick:

my favourite thing to do with my internet friends is pretend i don’t know what shit like “juice” is because it’s “just not a thing here”. so like, i love that kind of joke as much as the next girl, but what the fuck is a pep rally

guys this wasn’t a girl who cried wolf bit of humour i legit haven’t the foggiest clue as to what a pep rally is

its where everyone in the entire school goes into the gym and sits on the bleachers arranged by what grade youre in, and the band plays and the cheerleaders do a routine and then someone yells through a megaphone for ten minutes straight about how Our School Is The Best School And We Are Great

and then they pick the most Popular kids from each grade and do a Battle Of The Classes and basically see who can scream the loudest while the popular kids play tug of war or eat donuts off a string or something

is american education just a cult that tens of millions of people are in on

Yes

maxamori:

cannibalempath:

discourser-of-kruphix:

gwylock1:

mindcrankismycommander:

genonsoku:

HAVE WE BEEN KINKING THE KINKS ALL THIS TIME?

NO END IN SIGHT TO THE MADNESS

How do you kinkshame someone whose kink is shame without having to kinkshame yourself for shaming someone who gets off on shame?

HOW MUCH KINK COULD A KINKSHAME SHAME
IF A KINKSHAME COULD SHAME KINK?

maybe the real kinks are the kinks we shamed along the way

Do you ever find these posts where you look at them and wonder what digital archaeologists in the year 3016 will say.

and gentle snowfall
sinks into our hearts; ice-cold limbs
and freezing, blue hands, yet
the curve of your mouth
is always living red.

you bring my wrist to it,
as tender as hearth fire —
and the mirth in your eyes flowers,
turning the iris summer-green,
like leaves in sunlight.

and in that moment i love you:
infinite, infinite, infinite,
the heart of me stretching endless
like the gossamer sky, my soul
pale moon-become.

silent night; or, with you in bed
january 20th, 2018 / / lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)

nextvisibledelicious:

he dead

humanwavetactics:

humanwavetactics:

i dont think the tumblr unfollowing glitch is real

mutual: what the fuck dude whyd you unfollow me?

guy whose about to invent the tumblr unfollow bug: oh? you havent heard?

i-raised-you-danker-than-this:

yungbara:

todays mood is making out. I want a tongue in my mouth right fucking now

well have i got some news for you

zephsomething:

Hey tumblr? When we complained about grey squares on mobile? We didn’t mean ‘make them colourful’ we meant ‘make them load at a decent speed’

chrisflemingfleming:

anxiety when the radio DJ talks too close to the song

divide-by-triple-zero:

thebibliosphere:

kingkilling-and-stormlight:

birdcage:

kingkilling-and-stormlight:

khancrackers:

kingkilling-and-stormlight:

Person A: hey why do you look so tired and have bite marks all over your neck?

Person B, who got fucked within an inch of their life the night before and is about to invent vampires: oh haven’t you heard?

#and that mans name was lord byron

You made it better

No, it was John Polidori. Byron wrecked him thoroughly the night before. Facts only.

Thank you for your correction. There can only be facts in this gothic dragging

*snorts*

@therebewhaleshere has the spirit of the thing perfectly nailed