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Posted 350 weeks ago
You are worth finding. Worth knowing. Worth loving. You and all your one million layers. Always hold that close.
Danielle Doby (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Posted 350 weeks ago
<p><a href="https://cwote.tumblr.com/post/144358446276/live-for-yourself" class="tumblr_blog">cwote</a>:</p><blockquote><p>Live for yourself.</p></blockquote>

cwote:

Live for yourself.

Posted 393 weeks ago
Everybody isn’t going to love you. Most people don’t even love themselves.
Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Posted 393 weeks ago
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Posted 396 weeks ago

outcrying:

here’s a tip: don’t yell at me

Posted 396 weeks ago

cwote:

Stop talking yourself out of opportunities because you don’t feel like you’re “ready” yet. It’s time. You’re ready now.

Posted 397 weeks ago

latosblog:

The reason people give up so fast is because they tend to look at how far they still have to go instead of how far they’ve come. You got this shit!

Posted 397 weeks ago

Ignipotent

Esme Grey, Foenix, curator of the internet's junk drawer.  She/her.  This is where all the interesting things go, but you never know what might explode out when you open the drawer. But you can expect horror movies, comics, science fiction, and tv.

beardedmrbean:

Weird lookin snails

Posted 22 hours ago

If I had a nickel for every movie I’ve seen with a murder that was covered up in a cornfield and led to a rampaging possessed scarecrow…I’d actually have a shocking amount of nickels.

Posted 1 day ago

oh please anybody can give birth. watch this

DO NOT GIVE BIRTH IN MY INBOX

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thoughtportal:

The Second Coming
W. B. Yeats
1865 –1939

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

This poem is in the public domain.
ALT
Posted 1 day ago

I’ll get around to watching that show.

Call that showcrastination

Posted 1 day ago

randomitemdrop:

Item: Orb of Smooching

Posted 1 day ago

anonpolls:

Are you a liar?

Yes

No

Thanks, Anon!


-submit your poll!-

Posted 1 day ago

loganondorf:

spitblaze:

[guy who doesnt watch shows voice] yeah ive been meaning to watch that show

adding it to my list

Posted 1 day ago

a-silly-poll-side-blog-yay:

physical media

yay

nay

results

Posted 1 day ago

coffeefocusrat:

you’re just mad because you’re hungry and tired and your legs hurt and you head hurts and you’re too hot and you have depression

Posted 1 day ago
 

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