You Should Really Start Being Normal About Your Blorbos And Treat Them Like Your Ocs. Maybe One Day They

Can this man walk 2 steps without getting hit on

great couple

"my school's PE was terrible actually!" oh dear! :((( my PE was great but i hated it because i was an audhd child in a classroom full of mean girls

"my school food was terrible actually!" oh dear! my school sold food in a bar and it was pretty good but some prices too high for our economy. but with 6 weekly dollars you could survive with some good food!

"my school schedule was terrible actually! we started like at 1pm and finished at 6pm" oh noo!! my school schedule started at 7 and finished at 1pm for them small children and 2pm for them older children and 3pm for them almost graduates but i really liked waking up at 5 for the bus driver who took his sweet time to get to school! and those extra activities that lasted until 5pm left me exhausted

our experiences can be terrible together even if mine seems like heaven to you

I discussed this with my flatmate a while back cause he’s Irish but uhm why is Aurora the only character in the whole series to have an Irish accent???

Level 5 what are you implying?????

DID THE IRISH DIE OUT CAUSE THEY WERE THE AZRAN??????????????

LEVEL 5

Since I got nothing new for you, my fellow 2 fans, have this digitalized fanart I made for my good old friend @chantumati

(Album: Miren para allá! - El Cuarteto de Nos)

imso convinced my fandoms are connected what do you mean mother, pokemon, professor layton , ace attorney and rhythm thief are distanced they cant be that far there is a thin line between them that my adhd brain probably can't distinguish that swhy she likes them all ii believe

have you guys already seen this one

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

reblog this if your blog is a safe space on april fools and won’t have any jumpers, screamers, or anything scary or anxiety inducing

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me