Anomaly #???

Feelin all the good vibes tonite! A little vibrance was needed! :) Orlando, Fl. December 26, 2016. #goodvibes #photography https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqn-TdeBmMv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ixmowzrztqnd

@fall out boy thanks for inventing the 4th of july

Who doesn't wish this was real

Fanboys are also a must

Just an amazing 200 years old secretary cabinet

that moment when you like a show so much it invades every aspect of ur life and ur like 

“chuffed doesnt mean what you think it means”

it means exactly what i think it means its just some stupid word that literally has two definitions that mean the opposite thing

I double dog dare you

Reblog if you want a terrible, 3 sentence fan fiction in your ask, based on your url

gojo, or as the mortals called him, hades, had a problem.

he’s had no issues with women, none whatsoever. being part of the big three meant that with his title (and riches) people flocked to get his attention.

and sure, years ago he didn’t care about who’s attention he was on the receiving end of. he had no feelings attached when it came to this sort of thing.

but he feels helpless now.

and he knows he can’t do anything to solve it.

the meadows were warm with a breeze summer could bring. the gods were known for their temperament, so the humans cherished what they could.

your mother was known for bringing their harvest and crops, and you watched from the fields with your nymph friends as the flowers bloomed and blossomed.

gojo watched from afar as you laughed with your girls, your head tilting back as you covered your mouth.

you were perfect and unattainable.

and not because he was the certain god of death that everyone feared, or because you were a devout follower of artemis. but because your mother swarmed off any man who dared approach you. and gojo understood, men were vile and filthy creatures.

but he was no man.

you look up suddenly, to where he was, eyes scrunching as you look from across the field, squinting to see if there was a certain sense of difference around there.

“my lady? what’s wrong?” one of the nymphs asked worriedly after you went silent.

you purse your lips, seeing nothing near the trees, just rows and rows of flowers.

you shrug, looking back at them as if nothing happened.

“nothings wrong,” you wave off, smiling, “must’ve been the wind.”

you look back to the flowers, some yellow, some pink, but one lone red that swayed with the breeze.

strange, you thought, that wasn’t there before.

you go back to talking, laughing along with their stories as you try not to think about the flower,

and gojo, the god of the underworld, tries not to think about you.

Listen up. There is literally an app that can help you avoid self harm and I don’t know why we aren’t talking about it.

Calm Harm can be tailored to your needs and will provide strategies to help you get past those crucial moments of wanting to harm.

It’s also totally FREE.

once again, it’s called CALM HARM