The Funniest Part About Liking Serious Angst Themes While Simultaneously Fixating On A Silly Blorbo From

POV: mister Devon Price, PhD, telling me that I am right about everything

Source: Unmasking Autism, discovering the new faces of neurodiversity

the last couple of days I've been noticing way more buds than usual on the branches of trees and bushes. I think something big is about to happen

BORN TO FORGET

WORLD IS A BLUR

I Am Memory Issues Man

410,757,864,530 FORGOTTEN PRECIOUS MEMORIES

"ohh my god you can't just-"

Am I yours to command? Does the collar 'round my neck have your name on it? I kneel to no king nor god, and I see no crown on you.

My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.

“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:

“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.

“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.

“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.

“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”

“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.

when you reblog a post because you think a specific mutual would enjoy it and then they reblog it from you

"Yes bawss" the goons say, as I order them to go home to their wives and kids, to live out their days in peace and quiet-comfort, to raise their children and to see them through to college - to watch them succeed out there in the world and to feel pride in ways they never knew they had the capacity to feel. To live old, and to die with their spouse at their bedside, hand clutched in-hand, as they fade in and out of consciousness. Voices echoing through the hospital room, and the sounds of sobbing and well-wishes from loved ones merging into the background, until all that's left is a muffled-silence, imposing and omnipresent. Through their final-slivers of life and lucidity, a voice is heard, one so beautiful and intimate, that their fears and sorrows vanish in an instant - and this voice, with its delicate-timbre, rings through their mind as it finally goes, and it speaks a truth, a truth that they know will always be true:

"I'll always love you"

Area College Student Going Back To Bed Despite Having Class In “Like Twenty Minutes”

you can make gay people who wouldnt follow you otherwise follow you if you post about topping

do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt