Once You've Been On Tumblr For Long Enough, You'd Be Immune To Culture Shock For Being Isekai'd. There's

#z-b#zz

(uwu a great find)

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….gl-n-h-hd.

thats literally it..

DONT DO THIS TO ME TUMBLR YOU KNOW HOW NOT NORMAL I AM ABOUT THE HEATHCLIFF SIBLINGS. I AM IN MY LIVING ROOM NEXT TO MY LITTLE SIBLING.

Very good question!

Why does being really sleepy either make u feel mellow and content or like you're going to actually kill yourself for real this time & no in-between

me going down the most disorienting and violent slide i've ever been subjected to at my local playplace (i pretended i was 12 in order to get in which wasnt difficult at all with how short i am)

OH AND FACE REVEAL I GUESS??? I DONT REALLY CARE /LH

the neurodivergent experience:

20% of the time: wowwieee!!! i love my passions and interests!!!!! they make me so happy i want to jump up and down!!!!! weee!!!!!!! :3333333333

80% of the time: this mind is a prison

are you talking about my family's dog

he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

Kermit for Pope

I was trying to find out if Kermit was eligible to be pope and I found a blog that says he's the perfect example of a catholic priest

i think anon's a vulcan

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚢??

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> he gestured to the oddly coloured blood.

; “ do i WANT to know? ”

smuggles you into canada

get us out of America why is the sun so bright

Take me some where else

Texas sucks

THIS ALMOST MADE ME CRY GOD DAMN

“He was just a boy…”

I’m a sucker and I have a hc that Dave Lee is Mark’s maternal uncle—brother to his mother, he kept the family name (unmarried) while Mark’s mother took her husband’s name (Heathcliff). Also had the idea that….for whatever reason they stopped talking and as a result he lost touch with his nephew and niece. Still….he was in Mandela the night Mark died when Mark’s parents weren’t, and Thatcher had to tell someone. That someone ended up being him.

How must it feel to know the little boy he remembers, hand barely big enough to fit in the palm of his, gone forever now. He never got to know him as a seventeen year old, and now he’ll never know him as an adult either. The next morning, Dave Lee never showed up to church. O’Brian called, but he didn’t answer.

How could he believe in a God that would let this happen?

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“He was just a boy…”