#must confess i still believe

[shadow-bender]

Im begging my brain to fucking focus i stg id kill for some executive function but all i can think about is how i need more multicolored pens because i somehow lost all but my purple ones and i absolutly cant finish this assignment -that i am doing on the computer mind you- until i have acquired more pens.

[marciliedonato]

Not that kind of girl 2024 hear me out....

[finn0cchio]

CW: BLOOD??? IT'S NOT RED IT'S BLACK BUT IDK IF IT COUTS SO IM GOING TO ADD THIS ANYWAYS !!!!!!!!!

v late to this but yea. I did this a while ago, found it while looking for another drawing because i need references of my own drawings :^)

aang in his nightmare arc is my favourite kind of aang 🙏🙏 The thought of aang hallucinating zuko because he's so hurt by his betrayal drives me insane🫠

shouldn't give people ideas for fanfics lol

my most loyal followers already saw this 😌 (looking at you three that follow my dump, you're all invited to my next birthday party 🙏)

[xskyll]

Crazy how I can say, "Wow, I remember when this used to cost half this price!" and mean a grocery item from approximately five years ago.

Seriously though, how much longer before we're all on the 1984 cabbage diet?

[flowerandblood]

my husband: go to church, it's Palm Sunday

me: no

my husband: I bet you don't even know what it commemorates

me: i know!!! Christ then rode on a donkey through the gates of Jerusalem

my husband: that's right. And how will they manage today without their donkey?

me:

[teabagboy]

Imagining 27 year old Pretentious-Music-Nerd Will Byers hearing Britney Spears sing the song Baby One More Time and becoming obsessed. Every time Mike isn't home he indulges in his secret life and sings his heart out.

(Mike catches him one day and gives him shit for it forever. Its okay though, because now Will has someone to sing the song with)

[kristalyzedd]

my horniness is killing me 😔

[sneez]

fairfax in 70s clothes because i think seventeenth-century men would love flares and incredibly loud shirts and questionable woollen tank tops. i don't have a better explanation than that i am afraid

[0kami-19]

I was looking at some draws of evil Ragatha and I wondered if there was any evil Pomni, in fact there was, but that didn't stop me from creating my own version, Meet Punkni! Based on some memes I saw of jesters and clowns, and my clear obsession with shark teeth, they were the key for this chaotic jester to see the light!

Esp: Me da flojera traducir, así que admiren a mi creación hecha con dos horas de sueño y música de Britney Spears a todo volumen.

[emjcarr]

My loneliness is killing me

[dingostrash]

"Humans are social creatures!" Then why do I suck at talking to people???

[darknessontheedgeoftowndyke]

My loneliness is killing me!!!

[inmyarmswrappedin]

I cannot wait until it's Saturday next week and I'm done with finals omg. My classmates think this year has gone soooooo fast but I feel I aged 5 years in 10 months.

[letitrainathousandflames]

*feels touch starved for the twentieth time the same day* wow britney was right. my loneliness is killing me.

[almostdorian]

the beyond birthday vibes this picture radiating

i love them

[theheadlessgroom]

https://www.tumblr.com/beatingheart-bride/713538477842710528/theheadlessgroom-beatingheart-bride

@beatingheart-bride

“I-I,” Randall began, voice becoming suddenly intensely dry as his mind went hopelessly blank, unsure of how to respond to these sweet words, this earnest praise: Did she really think he was so wonderful? Was he really as spectacular as she thought he was? It was difficult for him to wrap his head around, to know that someone (especially someone as wonderful as her) would think so...highly of someone like him!

“I...I can’t imagine my life without you either, Emily,” he finally managed to say, eyes lingering briefly on their hands (how well they fit together... he realized, quietly amazed by this fact, as well as the sensation of her soft, warm hand against his) before looking up into those beautiful china-blue eyes and admitting, “And I...I don’t want to. I...in some ways, I...I feel as if...I wasn’t living my life until I met you. Until...until I heard you sing.”

She had brought him to life, there was no denying it: For so long, he was not living, just...existing, really, and only in darkness. It was not until she came to the opera that he truly came to life, and found that life could be beautiful. Her voice led him out of the darkness and into the light, and he would always, always be grateful to her for it. He never wanted to go back to that darkness ever again, and he hoped, with her in his life, he never would.