They Hated Him For His Low-empathy Autism Swag

it's a movie??

ok but like ted's video on this movie is hilarious! im terrified of this screenshot so now yall enjoy

ever since i learned about ghost buildings i haven't been able to stop thinking about them

southern accents are very curly. the drawl does it, I think. lower pitched voices are thicker, and the more Midwest accents have a rough texture feeling. the coast tends to sound cooler than the warm, land-bound lilt.

bro LMFAOOOO

Venti, admiring Zhongli from across the room: he could end my life at any moment and i would thank him.

Furina, who has been hearing Venti talk about Zhongli for going on 4 hours now: i’d thank him too.

i think the hottest look you can give someone after they commit acts of unspeakable violence is approval. like don't get me wrong if there's lust there too that's great, but staring at someone with gore dripping down their chin and coating their hands to the wrists with undisguised appraisal and admiration. maybe giving them a little nod as if to say 'well done'. THAT'S what says "yeah we're gonna fuck nasty later".

Grief

Grief never really dies, but it does hide.

No longer will it make itself known, beating in time with your heart during every waking moment and clinging to the wispy ends of your dreams. No, no - grief grows smart. It learns to hide in the gaps between breaths, learns to whisper in your ear as the wind blows. It does not linger long, just enough to make you stop and think.

For the unlucky, it may grab ahold of this moment of weakness and pull you under when you least expect it. For others, though, it fades once again, and you continue forth with only faint memories surfacing in the recesses of your mind.

The scars that grief leaves in your mind run deeper than any physical wound ever could. It tries to convince you that you, too, are lost.

Sometimes, you are.

Sometimes, years may pass without any more than a soft sigh or a flash of light to remind you. You may think it gone, that you have recovered. Healed.

An absence of grief is not healing; it is denial. Healing is letting go of the grief, letting it flow past you in your tumbling river of thoughts without fighting it. The sadness may not fade, but it doesn't have to. You learn to live with it.

But there are times when grief festers and grows. It takes over every thought, every breath, every second of your life. It pulls you under, drowns you in fear and pain. You cannot resurface alone, and without someone to pull you up or a rock to grab ahold of, you may be lost forever. It has happened before, and will surely happen again.

Grief is not always the end, but it can be. It never leaves, waiting for a moment of vulnerability to drag you down again. But the persistent can climb their way back to shore - and are the ones to answer the cries of those who couldn't.

Hi everyone! Just installed tumblr and would be glad to meet my audience :P

So these are my works, hope you'd like it

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

its called the D: drive because you look at how much space is left on it and you go "D:"