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if you’re on tumblr and over the age of 24 it means the mental illness won

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can't believe that pompeii by bastille is over ten years old now. but I guess if you close your eyes it does almost feel like nothing changed at all

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some of you are miserable because you’re mean. like you’re just mean to people and things

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Tumblr can add a shop tab no one wanted but they can’t make a block and report or not put “follow” beside peoples names on posts

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Ah, I see. Thank you for your honesty. Please, take as much as you need. There will be enough for everyone.

A change of scenery. Simple, but marvelous.

A glimpse into your future, for you brave souls! (Divination is tricky business, tread carefully my dear!)

Knowledge from the universe, eh? Perhaps this will be of interest to you.

Rest for the weary, right this way. It's a personal favourite of mine.

A home-cooked meal you say? I like how you think! A labour of love worth savoring (and sharing with friends!)

For something to pass the time, try looking here, or if that doesn't hit the spot, here.

Seeking adventure to a far-off place? I know a way to get you there.

✨

I hope you found what you were looking for!

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reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break

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Good Bones

by Maggie Smith

Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.

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Me: hm I wonder why certain types of endings in stories will absolutely break me like nothing else will to the extent I wouldn’t ever even entertain the idea of including them in my own writing

Me: *watches the end of his dark materials; remembers my mom first reading the books to me when I was six*

Me: oh. Yeah okay that would do it

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the lee scorseby “you love her but thats not enough is it” line is also like at the very heart of the story. the fact that mrs coulter loves lyra doesnt stop her from treating her cruelly and it doesn’t stop lyra from rejecting her. the fact that lee loves lyra doesn’t stop him from dying and leaving her. the fact that lyra loves pan doesnt stop their separation. the fact that john parry loves his wife and his son doesnt stop him from leaving them and it doesn’t bring him back. the fact that will and lyra love one another doesnt stop them from being torn apart. love never conquers loss in hdm the way it usually does especially in kids media and thats what makes the ending so jolting and devastating because you keep believing until the last second before will closes the window that there's going to be a happy ending, because how could there not be, they're in love…. but then they lose each other anyway

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no more of the agonies. have you seen the wonders

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After reading The Amber Spyglass a simple bench makes me cry

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genuinely hated the way his dark materials ended, thanks ❤️

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Crying way before Coulter and Asriel even do the thing cause I know it’s coming

And then crying again way before Lyra and Will do the thing cause I know it’s coming

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So I see everyone is going through the five stages of grief over the His Dark Materials fandom