Fuck those stupid nft monkeys that were mean as shit to sandy
I just remembered that when I was like 6 I had a dream where I heard a very tiny “hello!” and I looked and it was this tiny white puffball and it looked like this
an accomplice turned victim his apology, long overdue
for the longest time, it feels like i have been trying to make sense of life but now i see there is no sense to be made, only life to be lived. there is no set purpose to fulfill, there are no checklists to complete, just an ephemeral moment to breathe, to love, to be kind, to feel. life is in all the simple, little things that we so often overlook. uncomplicate your heart. be here, be present, embrace your own journey. there is so much beauty and wonder to be found right where you are.
maybe we will be keychains on the same key ring in the next life
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its that time of year where people on tumblr are shouting “if you donate to AO3 and not my personal gofundme you are EVIL”