But Really - Blog Posts

fuck “i can make him better” and only cowards stop just at “i can make him worse”

make him worse and twist yourself to match to the point that you’re both codependent monsters that make a date night out of killing others

laugh with joy when he unprompted brings you the heads of people who were only slightly rude and presents them like a bouquet of roses

because that is your love struck monster

he was bad before but you made him worse for yourself and only yourself

tysfish:

so very accurate

OML WHAT? Willow you didn't have to! this is no nice aaaaa I love it! it's so adorable X33 tysm!! <3333

For someone who’s beyond talented and makes the nonhuman community burst with joy:

Thank you @fl0atingbubbles /therians for the amazing artworks you’ve made for myself and my community, thought someone should return the favor so these doodles are the least I could do in return ♡♡♡

(As always with tumblr, the images are better quality when clicked on lol)

daily reminder that you are hurtling through space on a space rock, comparative size smaller than dust, and no god would care if you did your taxes

tag urself i’m lord B Y E ron

Tumblr Tuesday: National Nothing Day

That's it. That's the post.

am i dead or is that just 2020?

Anyone know what happened to the water planet at the end of The Marvels?? Like they just abandoned it wtf, Park seo-joon deserved better. Also Flurkens everywhere?? Who gets the Flurkens??

Is spongebob an furry?

Fuck You!!!!

You give them the perfect happy ending! All the evil in the past were right, they were soulmates, Ben was Ben!

And then you KILL HIM!?!

someone just needs to tell dean winchester like. that is not how people behave. i genuinely don’t think he knows! to him that is how people behave!

Frosted glass between rain and life

I run my hand through the same old withered branches,

Drenched in the same old tired rain,

Far away the sunset harbours the lost gold of

Odysseys gone by, and if the wind were to hide

Within it some unremembered glow from the land

Of unknown secrets, the evening will gently

Whisk away the covers of the coquette,

And reveal to us a maiden under the bent willow,

Sweet as the apples from the orchards where our dreams

Were buried. She will beckon for the children

To gather around the fire and tell them the story

Of Zerah and Zulamith, whilst we twist the

Slender branches of the cherry tree into a throne

Fit for the brides of heaven to recline on,

Place at the altar a wreath of dead roses,

And hope that the silent fragrance borne to the shore

Is enough for the sea to give up the child

She drew to her heart in death’s storm.

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And dare I tag anyone? @pollosky-in-blue perhaps you’ll like the story?