Sometimes I’m Just Minding My Own Business And My Mind Suddenly Goes Why Wasn’t Friendship As Good

I cannot BELIEVE you guys actually signing up to netflix just because account sharing was banned. You need to learn about cool websites with many beautiful women who would love you message you and send you downloadable files.

Want to learn something new in 2022??

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)

PORN BOTS STOP FOLLOWING ME CHALLENGE

like fully about to enter a depressive episode because of a BOOK. men used to go to war.

what is it with me and purposely revisiting media that has triggered me genuinely an insane evolution quirk

“It’s one of those days. They’re asking me how you are, as though you’d still confide in me. As though I had an inkling of what you were up to. They’re staring at me with their glasses of champagne and their painted smiles, wondering aloud how I’m doing without you. I say I’m happy for you, then I cry myself to sleep at night. It doesn’t matter how much time passes. The memories cut deeper the more times I turn them over. Just like that, you got into that car that one day in September, wearing your maroon trenchcoat and your too-long scarf, and when you slammed the door shut, you did not even look back. Not once. Not even for me. You left it all behind. Your mind was always too big to live in such a small town, your mum used to say, but I didn’t agree. I thought the city would choke you. I thought it’d rob you of the air you needed to breathe - I nearly find myself wishing it had and I’m sorry for it. The city was at your feet from the moment you moved into that apartment overviewing the river, put up your mismatched mugs on your shelf in the kitchen and filled the rooms with your laughter. What hurt me the most was not you leaving me behind without hesitation. It was me realising that I could never be that person. I could never get into a car and slam the door shut on everything that used to mean the world to me and never look back. This is not who I am. I am the one who stays behind and answers questions about the people who left. If someone happens to ask you about me, do you tell them you‘re happy for me and mean it?”

— the one who stays behind / n.j.

what if i *remembers that making suicide jokes is not conducive with my goal of improving the wellbeing of myself and everyone around me* transform into an oyster

idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol

remus lupin is the jude st. francis of harry potter