I Love Re-consuming Media I Used To Love When I Was Younger. Like Wow! Child Me Still Is In Me I Am Holding

There was never gonna be a happy ending

(Lyrics - motion sickness by phoebe bridgers)

Recent rdr2 pictures.

Slut for scenery

sometimes i randomly remember how insane maggie stiefvater was for making ronan lynch—a man that can create reality—a man of god, when he himself is a god of a man. then to take this man and have him be not only in love with, but a literal soulmate of a man named adam. parrish. adam parrish. who, mind you, lives above ronan's very own place of worship. and is the namesake of the first of mankind that the bible says god made from the literal dust of the ground (adam parrish: comes from nothing, hair "dusty" in color) and appoints him to care for the garden of eden (adam parrish: sacrifices himself to ronan's sentient forest). then has adam viewing ronan as a god and ronan saying "maybe he dreamt (created)" adam???? like who just fucking writes that and goes about their life?

the gangsey actually didn’t forget noah when he faded from time and they think and talk about him all the time and miss him very much. he is gone from reality but not from their souls. i know this is true because i said so.

Holding Onto Memories 🎞️

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There’s a strange thing about memories—sometimes, they feel like the only thing we have left. I close my eyes, and I can still see my family sitting around the dinner table, laughing at a joke my uncle made. I can still hear my mother calling me to come inside before it gets too late. I can still feel the warm sun on my face as I walked home from school, thinking about my next big dream.

Now, those moments feel like they belong to another life. The streets aren’t the same. The people aren’t the same. And I—I don’t know if I’m the same either. But I hold onto those memories so tightly because they remind me of who I am, of the love I’ve known, of the warmth that still exists somewhere in this world.

If you’re reading this, take a moment to appreciate the little things. Hug your family. Send a message to an old friend. Step outside and take a deep breath of fresh air. 🌿 These are the moments that matter. These are the things that make life beautiful.

No matter where life takes me, I’ll never stop cherishing the love that shaped me. And I hope, wherever you are, you never stop appreciating the love around you too. 💙

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

"I got that dog in me" yes, and that dog will come back to you each time you send it away, either bruised and battered, dripping and pouring from any orifice or hypervigilance running through their system, dissecting your every emotional or physical change. that dog will ensure a version of itself that won't allow you to find fault. no chance to find another reason to send it away, leaving it alone, cold and devoid of warm connection.

some inspiration taken from this reel

Rdr2 enjoyers and callander boys enthusiasts

I bring to you,

Owen Wilson as a davey callander face claim. Specifically Jedidiah from night of the meuseum

Adrianne lenker vs writing songs that encapsulates grief so well

An actual photo of me listening to zombie girl

forgotten by the narrative but not by me <3

i fear my type is gunslingers with tb