anyone else hearing the call to burst into tears and answering or is it just me
hey what the entire FUCK happened to tumblr's balls???
I should have clarified. I was talking about these (deez?):
WHY are they OVAL they should be SPHERICAL
Oh no I fear it is your balls that need a physician's care my friend
OH NO--
40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
A Timeline of Humanity:
i dont even care that much about the joke here op i just wanna say this is the most skilfully rendered meme ive seen in my entire life
so i tweeted this and i wanted to write a short something based on that
ficlet: to the sound of ian's voice
The quietness, the silence was too dense, too heavy, too thick. He could hear his own thoughts, his own heartbeat and Ian's calmed breath. He missed the familiar feeling of being surrounded by chaos, by loud noises. That was what he knew, he grew up in chaos. But he was trying, his eyes were closed and he was trying to fall asleep.
"Mick" Ian's voice shattered the silence, Mickey refused to open his eyes "I know you're awake"
"I'm not" he answered and he could feel Ian giving him an exasperated look so he opened one eye, smiled at him and when Ian laughed softly he closed it again.
"But are you listening?" Mickey nodded, the sheets moved next to him and suddenly Ian's warmth was closer.
And it felt safe, familiar, right in a place that didn't feel like that. At least not yet.
"I was thinking that we could go to some thrift shop and see if we find some furniture" he said "it might be cheaper and I don't know, maybe more original, you know?"
Ian's voice was somehow a peace that didn't feel too quiet and heavy, it was a peace that calmed Mickey, that made him stop hearing his own heartbeat, his own thoughts. He focused on Ian's voice and wondered why Ian felt like he would never be the peace their married life seemed to need.
"Yeah, sounds good" he agreed, his own voice sounding too soft and almost fading away.
Ian frowned but then his lips draw another a smile, wide and fond that Mickey couldn't see.
"Are you falling asleep to the sound of my voice?" he asked, his tone lower and softer.
"Keep talking" Mickey's sleepy voice answered him
Ian smiled, kissed his husband's cheek and continued talking. And when Mickey fell asleep, he looked at him for a brief second and thought that maybe he wasn't peace, but he was the peaceful chaos that Mickey needed.
reblog if your name isn’t Ashley.
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We’ll find you Ashley.
This post is scandalous.
reblogging because ashley cant.
If you scroll past this I am going to assume your name is Ashley.
If you scroll past this
I am going to assume
your name is Ashley.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying
reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them
you will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared
louise glĂĽck, october, 2006
oh wow.
I love that every year fire departments are like "hey. maybe DON'T fry your turkeys?"
and across the nation, patriots rise up and shout "FUCK YOU" bc surely it'll be fine for THEM
and then start massive grease fires in their backyards
it is my most favorite thanksgiving tradition
for non-americans who have no idea what I'm talking about, a TON of fire departments and public health people will do annual presentation videos on how deep frying turkeys can go catastrophically bad
and every year, the american public goes "...anyway, where's my propane tank-"
“Sometimes, when Qui-Gon considers it, he is awed by his student’s steadfastness. Every person Obi-Wan ever truly loved – Anakin, Satine, Padmé, and Qui-Gon himself – came to a terrible end. Three of them died before his eyes; the other fell to a fate so bleak that death would’ve been a gift. The Jedi Order that provided the entire framework for Obi-Wan’s life was consumed by betrayal and slaughter. Every step of this long, unfulfilling journey is one Obi-Wan had to take alone…and yet he never faltered. As the rest of the galaxy burned, his path remained true. It is the kind of victory that most people never recognize and yet the bedrock all goodness is built upon.”