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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

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“Sweet mother, I cannot weave — slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.” - Sappho (tr. Diane Rayor)

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questions.

what are you studying (or what did you study)? dream job? favorite season? go-to dessert? favorite show? favorite movie? you’re at a coffee shop and you open your laptop/notebook to start working - what are you working on? what’s one thing you want right now?

reply or reblog with your responses. I wanna know more about you all. ☺️🌸💫

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person: oh you write? are you any good?

me: yeah I guess

also me: he furrowed his brow, his brow furrowed, brow furrowing, his brow knit together, a wrinkle creased his brow, his brow browed browingly, brow—

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What if the sun doesn’t actually hurt vampires?

Vampires are just nocturnal, the same way we are diurnal. A vampire could go out during the day, but they would just rather be sleeping.

Vampires are just afraid of the light, the same way we are afraid of the dark. Their eyes are meant to see in the dark, so they just can’t see very well in the light. It hurts their eyes and they can’t see what’s around them, so it’s just scary.

Some vampire was probably too afraid to admit that he was afraid of the light, so he made up a fake allergy to the sun. Word got out to mortals, so we just assumed that all vampires are allergic to the sun. You know how mortals like to stereotype and whatnot.

But imagine pop, sunny vampires that are the vampire version of goth, dark humans. They like to go out in the sun and wear bright clothes, and the other vampires think it’s metal as fuck. “Oh, you know Victoria Anne III? Yeah she’s totally pop. Her friends call her Susan.”

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i like when you’re in the grocery store and you see people buying eggs because they always pick up the carton and then open it like it’s a metal briefcase full of cash involved in a drug deal and they’re confirming it’s money. “don’t bother counting it, it’s all there. 12.” then they always pick one up and inspect it like, “yeah, it’s grade A alright…the real deal.” 

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American Public School Gothic

There is a test today in Spanish. There is a test every day. The teacher never tells us there is going to be one, and we never study.

The bell rings, and as a group, we get up to go to our next classes. You enter the hallway, turn left, and keep walking. Hours pass, you still haven’t reached your class and the bell still hasn’t rang again.

Every year everyone on the football team fails the majority of their classes. Every year the football team seniors graduate with honors for athletic achievements.

The PE teacher makes your class run the Pacer. Around you, students run on broken legs, sprained ankles, with collapsed lungs. They aren’t allowed to stop.

You enter the bathroom. The rows of stalls go on forever, but not one door has a lock. Only one toilet flushes properly.

In English, you are reading Lord of the Flies. This is the 704th time you’ve read it. 

A girl wears nothing but a bra to school. A boy gets dress coded for wearing a tuxedo.

The teacher asks if anyone has any questions. The girl next to you raises her hand. The teacher ignores her. The girl’s hand remains raised. You come to school the next day and she is still there, but her arm is rotted. You look at the calendar and realize it’s been three years.

A boy gets up and rants about Trump and recycling. You are in geometry.

 “Healthy and good!” The lunch ladies chant the mantra every day, as they place pink slime and Brussels sprout casserole on your tray. 

Your report card says you aced economics. You never took economics. Your school doesn’t have an economics class.

The science teacher calls you by your sibling’s name. You don’t have any siblings.

You talked to the school counselor yesterday regarding your schedule. Today, you can’t find her. You ask a fellow student, who tells you the woman you are looking for died eleven years ago.

Your biology class in in room 686. The school only has two floors.

The girl sleeping in the band room has always been there, and never moved. You wonder if she’s dead, then decide that it’s not your problem.

Study hall is dead silent. No one goes in, and no one goes out.

A student says the words, “To the Pit of Misery! Dilly dilly!” The entire school repeats the phrase at once, not realizing that they are already there. 

The classroom is hazy from a kid vaping in the back of the classroom. The teacher says nothing. He is smoking a blunt. 

It’s the dead of winter. Every room is like hell fire. 

A tornado siren goes off. No one notices. The siren never stops.

You make little balls of paper from your notebook to throw at your friend’s head. They disappear before they hit him. You try again. And again. And again. The amount of notebook paper never lessens. 

You look at the clock, and it says 12:31 pm. Good. It’s almost lunch. You check again ten minutes later. It is 4:43 am.

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Let me tell you about Creatures Such As We

- Offers a wide variety of LGBT+ options for your character, as well as ethnic backgrounds and skin tones to describe yourself with.

- A lot of unique characters to choose from in a text-based visual novel-like format to romance up or to interact with.

- The game takes place in space, more specifically a hub on the moon, and you play as a worker at a resort and meet your favorite video game team and ask them about upcoming games and the ending to your favorite game. The team bonds with you and you can branch romantically with them. You also get to experience a bit of the video game they made as well.

- This is an app that you can download right now on your device’s store and you can get it for free !!

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Emoji spell for money to make its way into your pockets 😉😉

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likes charge, reblogs cast✨

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“Please, let him be soft. I know you made him with gunmetal bones and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be a warrior a soldier a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me that the world needs him. The world needs his heart and his faith and his courage and his strength and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world, and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him, damn anyone that ever took anything from him, damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything until there is nothing left of him but the imprint of dust where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas until his shoulders collapse and his knees buckle and he is crushed by all he used to carry. Dear God, you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules. You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again. You can have your pick of heroes. So please, I beg you– he is all that I have, and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more. Let him be soft, and let him be mine.”

— Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

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Steve and Tony chat, play basketball, go after spam callers, and fight incompetent villains. It’s not a date. Really. Or maybe it is and they just haven’t figured it out yet. Marvel Adventures: Avengers #27

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Rhodey wants to know if Tony’s being needy because Steve’s mad at him. Iron Man 2.0 #7.1

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“we’ve all got both light and dark inside us. what matters is the part we choose to act on.” - sirius black

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you: i love stranger things

me, an intellectual: i too am a fan of alien commodities

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poetry hoe aesthetic: highlights verses on books, tucks pencil behind ear in case they’re inspired, may sound flowery or pretentious but only bc they can recite literally any poem backwards. embroiders cool verses onto their big jackets. probably has a spoken word playlist on their phone.

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The Roanoke News, Weldon, North Carolina, August 12, 1909

What would you think of a woman who addressed a club meeting of men by telling them how charming, how well gowned, how pretty, they were?

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The Southern Standard, Arkadelphia, Arkansas, August 24, 1878