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imagine water didnt reflect shit n was clear always and you could look at the ocean from above and see literally every huge fucky looking thing that lives in it no matter how deep. you fly over the pacific once and never sleep again for the rest of your life. its really the little things that make this planet habitable huh

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such a smol bean i love him

Characters saying goodbye to The Child: *strokes his ear*

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it sure is fun being private and closed off but just once or twice i would like to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known without it being such a mortifying fucking ordeal

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trump got impeached, critics want to bawl their eyes out after watching cats movie, star wars fandom is in shambles after tros release, entire india is protesting against citizenship law, camila cabello's half assed apology for being anti black, jk rowling outed herself as a terf. this is too much info for me to process.

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white rice just hits different, ya know? brown rice, wild rice, yeah sure those are okay. but white rice? the versatility astounds me....it can literally be made into ANYTHING. porridge? yup, got that! dessert? uh-huh! soups, burritos, drinks? heck yeah!!! it can even be used as a very nice heating pad (girls, y’all know what im talking about) and was a delicacy for English aristocrats when they still had colonies n stuff. 

just....rice. gotta love it. 

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types of dark academia

classic academia: beige trench coats, wool sweaters. plaid skirts. think femme fatale, but educated. sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society. tea with milk and sugar. subsequent tea stains.

darkest academia: running through the rain, dimly lit by streetlights. brown tweed jackets, dress shoes. cold fingers and colder gazes. french-pressed black coffee, piping hot. dark, candlelit rooms with ancient wood floors/walls. 

light academia: white cable-knit sweaters, sparkly eyes and foggy glasses. going to art museums and falling in love with every portrait, every sculpture. caressing the petals of a rose, hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot.

witchy academia: burning candles while reading or doing homework. black turtlenecks, velvet skirts. walking through the forest in autumn. passing a graveyard and feeling a greyish presence. waiting anxiously for samhain.

romantic academia: writing flowery poetry about someone you’ll never speak to (guilty oops). a cozy alizarin sweater, pleated skirts. slow dancing around your room to the beatles. curling up with warm, pallid cups of tea and a book.

scholarly academia: impeccable notes in class. leather bound bags crammed with textbooks and pens. lots of coffee with scones, and even more late nights. a wide vocabulary (that people constantly comment on). lives in the library.

theatre academia: shakespeare, all the time - quoting, reading, praying for a school production of a midsummer nights dream. or the crucible. memorizing lines in the wings. taking on your character’s traits, even outside the theater.

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a good boi indeed

The cutest nugget

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o my

It’s like people forget that young Kirk walked around with a stack of books so tall his classmates couldn’t see his face over it, and young Picard got stabbed through the heart in a bar fight

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Wangji: [ walks by ]

Wuxian: Shit, I’m gay.

Wen Qing: [ walks by ]

Wuxian: Shit, I’m bi.

Jiang Cheng: [ walks towards Wuxian with an angry expression ]

Wuxian: Shit, I’m dead.

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this is beautiful wow

Today’s Speedpaint: A Frosmoth taking a bunch of Snom for a ride!

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tbh if anyone called me “my dear” i’d just implode on the spot

I know "my dear" is just like, normal bro talk for victorians but will my gay ass ever be able to handle it? No

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yo me too bro -- i wish

on god, i’m waking up january first with a healthy dose of serotonin and a functioning attention span. like, this entire past decade has just been a fluke, you mark my words. i have planted the seed and i will see the fucking harvest!

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good fucking morning *levitates towards you with ill intent*

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@all lab reports ever 

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

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THIS IS TOO CUTE IM SCREAMING

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so I’ve been trying to do my math homework, right? and I was stuck on this tricky proof (ew.....proofs) and I got punched in the stomach by a memory dragged from the cobwebbed recesses of my mind. when I was younger, apparently I had a little snail friend that I would draw on my paper when I was frustrated with math to....clear my mind??? and?? it worked?? like- what about that little snail suddenly downloaded the answer into my brain? i’m not complaining though ;) truly a lovely fellow 

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can’t explain it but the kitchen is the most romantic room in a house