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finally finished this painting i sketched out months ago… please click for better quality i know tumblr is gonna kill it (reference used)

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He looks so evil 🥰🥰

(the veins 😩😩)

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Robert Sheehan as Klaus Hargreeves in The Umbrella Academy | 3×01 “Meet the Family”

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this is the first time i’m going on stage with this color hair since 2015!

2015 -> 2022

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Naches peak, Tipsoo wildflowers & Dance.. in silence by Protik Mohammad Hossain

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why must life have a grand purpose? is it not enough to have some coffee while admiring the stack of unread books beside you?

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#if smoking bad why sexy when he does it?

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~twinkle twinkle little star~

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reblog and put in the tags the current song youve been playing on loop until you get sick of it

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When the movie/TV writers change the plot significantly from the book:

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“—how wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints— all that glorious, temporary stuff.”

— Mary Oliver, excerpt of “On Meditating, Sort Of”, in Blue Horses

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*naps on your titties*

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Helen Nugent on Instagram

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Whenever I meet my friends, the same question comes up. Sometimes it’s asked five minutes into a conversation, other times we make it through an hour of pleasant small talk until someone finally says: “what’s new? Did I miss anything? Has anything exciting happened lately?”. And the answer is always the same, just like the question is the same. “Nothing new,” we say, “nothing ever happens here”. Nothing ever happens to us, is what some of us might want to say. Which isn’t remotely true. We were just taught that there are some things we should keep to ourselves. That there are some things we find joy in, some simple things, that others might think stupid, or not important enough, or not exciting at all. We are told that nobody cares about what we have to say, not truly. We are so convinced that nothing ever happens at all that we don’t see the change around us. The change in ourselves. That today we are not the same people we were yesterday. That we learned something new, saw something that maybe wasn’t significant enough to completely change our lives, but was enough to make us smile. To get us to think. Something that let us forget the struggles of our lives for a little while. And if we decided to share it, maybe it would be enough to make someone else smile. To get them to think. And maybe next time the answer to our favourite question won’t be “nothing ever happens to us” spoken in silent agreement. It could be “so much has happened that I don’t even know where to begin”. It could be “I’m not really sure if it’s exciting to you, but it made my week, so I thought I’d share it with you”. Maybe some day I’ll be brave enough to share the things that really matter. Maybe some day we all will. And some day we won’t even have to ask. We will just open our mouths and begin to speak.

nothing ever happens to us / n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

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you’re sitting across from me in a shitty diner in anywhere, america, and i watch you pour too much creamer in your coffee and i think “i love you.” you look up, catching me staring, and for a moment i think i’m brave enough to say it, but i take too long and the moment passes. i take the balled up straw wraper and flick it at you, pretending that was my plan all along. you laugh. i never want to go another day without hearing that laugh. i think i will have all the time in the world to say it.