If your best freind was holding a gun to your head what would your final words be?:
@Antonio Muñoz: “Told you I’d take a bullet for you, but never imagined you’d be the one pulling the trigger”
The American dream... is literally a dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.
Notes app dump!!!
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Elysian had many meanings but the one that stood out was how it was the place of the blessed after death. It had nothing to do with your actual quirk though, but you didn't care.
All stories have a beginning, but this does not necessarily mean that a beginning has to be the first part of a story. -It started... by DonJonson
Denki groans. “Look, as long as Bakugou doesn’t Baku-Bark at me, I think I’m safe.”
While both lassitude and lethargy describe a state of tiredness or inactivity, lassitude emphasizes a more general weariness and lack of interest, while lethargy specifically implies drowsiness or a decrease in consciousness. In simpler terms, lassitude is a feeling of being tired and not wanting to do anything, while lethargy is a more severe state of drowsiness and apathetic behavior.
he definitely has a little platonic crush, a squish, if you will
@Ty Cameron:"I am not an advocate for frequent changes in laws and constitutions, but laws and institutions must go hand in hand with the progress of the human mind” ~Thomas Jefferson
“We and the rain will take care of him. You were never here, but you must go before you are.”
“Hey, little listeners. I have a very special guest here who would like to party with you all!”
@❤️:fr I thought it broke…. no turns out im just broke😭
(First one as in broken promise second one as in no money. Talking about the ladies oven that when you pull it down it retracts in on itself)
@Setti Robson:I heard a quote once that said “I accept the bare minimum from my partners because I was taught to expect the bare minimum from the people who supposed loved me the most”
@ren:):dude. i had a dream once that i was waving out the window to a scary shadowy figure across the street. i was so scared of it for years, until i dreamed i was on the other side, waving back
@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:that audio could fit maladaptive daydreaming. dreaming your life away only to wake up one day and realize your dreams have died years ago and you were stuck within the memory, chasing the fantasy.
@dumbitch'o'possum ✨️Scraprat✨️:you don't have to kill to be the death of others. "all I gave them was death" as her body rotted alive, withering from neglect, having chased a fantasy that made her forget her mortality.
@laurabrannann:“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I have ever known.” - Chuck Palahniuk
@angrylez:But the juxtaposition of “I’m not a violent dog, I don’t know why I bite” and “The dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn't. My guilt will not purify me.” I know I am not a bad dog and yet still I bite, so does it really matter what kind of dog I am? I am still a dog that bites
@Cherub:I did not realize the 'great' in "Make America Great again" was referring to the Great Depression my bad guy
@yesenia 🌻:Make America Great…Ly depressed again omg
"You don't need a quirk to be great, Izuku. Just a heart that's willing to try."
@Bigulsworth:“Some people are nice even if their personality is a little different” damn
Every good thing in this world started with a dream
@Walbeard:To quote Brennan Lee Mulligan “are you striving for greatness or working to avoid disappointment?”
"-because I have TEETH! and I like to use them sometimes" 🤣💖 I don't know why I love this so much
@Lady_Brisarys:“Since light travels faster than sound, some people might seem bright until you hear them speak”😂😂
The itsy bitsy spider song- @Xander Wilgar:It's a song about fake hopes and how the upper class keeps raining down on the lower and middle class to keep them away from the ☀️
Men be like "Let me just play Devil's Advocate" like no, Shut up. You are the Devil:
-This post Has Influenced Me Beyond Reason.. Yesterday a man said to me "well, to be devil's advocate-" and I said "there's no 'advocate, men are the devil and when you speak its with his tongue" and he stared at me until be both awkwardly laughed bc I momentarily was haunted by a Victorian feminist ghost
-guy said he was being The devil's advocate girl responds with "self advocating? That's a bold move."
@Good2deigh:Sometimes you have to play the fool to fool the fool who thinks he's fooling you ~ September Virgo 🙋♀️
@Rita Gogo:“Disloyalty is never forgiven because where is Lucifer” you ate with that!!!
William Shakespeare once wrote “The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.” He wrote it in one of his less known plays called “As You Like It”
Disorganized (aka fearful-avoidant) attachment style is overanalyzing/overcorrecting when you think your partner might be pulling away from you, but then pulling away from them when they draw close to you.
It is both craving AND fearing intimacy so deeply that you grip people tight in your hands lest they leave you, but keep them at an arms length lest they love you.
We will not be silenced.
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They say it’s freedom, yet chains grow tight,
Taking back each hard-won right.
The voices strong, the voices clear,
Now met with walls and weighted fear.
What was once fought, now fades away,
A loss that deepens day by day.
Choice is shadowed, rights confined,
A quiet theft from heart and mind.
Hands that held the power near,
Now grasp at dreams once bright, once clear.
And laws slip through like poison threads,
Tearing lives where courage bled.
Women’s voices, fierce and bold,
Echo stories centuries old.
The battles waged, the wounds endured,
Are brushed aside, their truths obscured.
Yet still, they rise, they push, they fight,
In darkened halls, they burn for light.
For rights may bend, but roots run deep,
A fire that law cannot keep.
And though the world may silence now,
The spark remains—a solemn vow.
For every right that’s torn away,
Will find its strength in fierce array.
My high school ceramics teacher when I asked a question he didn't know the answer to:
"I'm just a mushroom: Sitting in the dark eating bullshit"
The finest words of wisdom if I've ever heard em
@Eric Michael: You can’t logic someone out of a position they didn’t logic themselves into.
Kids. Little kids. They grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. And I'm the monster? I don't know what's scarier. The fact that everyone in this Kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... Or that sometimes, I just wanns let'em. -Nimona
This part made me cry so hard 😭🤸🕳️
“If I had a nickel for every time you asked me to take my clothes off I’d have two nickles which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it’s happened twice, especially coming from someone who thinks I’m a kid, seems a little suspect if you ask me.”
(Homeless vigilanteed Izuku, dadzawa wanting to check the healed stab wound on his leg, dadzawa does not know his identity and only assumes he's a kid because of his size which is true but dadzawa does not know that)
Conditions May Apply by CinnamonPinecones on ao3 ~348,276 words (so far 119 ch. Waiting on updates) really good read 100% recommend 💖
*Unyielding*
They try to bind what can’t be bound,
To quiet voices, keep them down.
But freedom’s breath is fierce and strong,
A pulse that beats where we belong.
They take our choices piece by piece,
And call it order, call it peace.
But peace was never found in chains,
In dreams erased, in silent pain.
They close the doors that once were wide,
Yet still, we push back from inside.
For rights are more than laws they write—
They’re flames that burn through darkest night.
In every voice, a story lives,
Of strength, of struggle, hearts that give.
And though they try to still that song,
It rises, fierce—it won’t be gone.
For rights may bend, but they don’t break.
From every wound, a voice will wake.
And in the end, no hand can keep
What women fight for, fierce and deep.