i think we should all go back to carrying cheap little plastic mp3 players that look strangely edible and only hold like 200 songs
listening to unwritten just as natasha bedingfield intended
this is mine ❣️ kind of a strawberry/melon type situation
Regarding my last post on the subject:
ok at this point I'm mildly curious so i wanna ask
Do you want tumblr to put people's icons back on the DESKTOP view?
Put those things back where they came from or so help me
No, i prefer the dashboard without icons
A secret third option
pls reblog to break containment and get a larger sample size
listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.
reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.
i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.
if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.
Your soul will build your body into a home.
Seriously guys. Hold out until your thirties, it gets so much better. You get to be yourself, and no one can stop you
And more than that, wait until your 40s and 50s, when you stop caring what naysayers think about who you are because you KNOW, and you are ok with it. Wait until you realise that even at the unimaginable age of 50 (and beyond!) you are still a changing, growing, learning human being, only now you can just let so much bullshit go (shame, fear…) and just live into your greatest loves. Wait until you find your people and start to feel like you have something to give because you aren’t just barely holding yourself together anymore. Wait until the love you feel is freer, less greedy and grasping and more just a thing that gloriously exists and lights you up from the inside, like your heart is a hearth that the people you love warm themselves by.
Good news for you, this August 23rd.
It’s that time of year again.
Nice
Guess what today is?
stop listening to music and start listening to the sounds of nature. the “eagles?”The “rolling stones?” The “beetles?” Come into the beautiful forest with me and you will find all of those things friend…. I promise….If you just believe<3
In the beautiful forest you will also encounter the “mountain goats” and “corn” and “monkeys” and the “killers” and the-what do you mean what was that last one? Nothing haha don’t worry about it…………… <3
Since we're now at the bit in Dracula where Renfield has made his way to Purfleet chapel (a real-life place), I thought I'd show you folks what it looks like today. Dracula's house, Carfax, is gone, but the chapel is still (barely) standing:
There is currently a proposal going through planning permission to tear the place down and build a housing estate there, but it seems to be stuck in development hell at the moment, partly due to the archaeogical interest of the site.
And a video I managed to get from inside the building:
i made a uquiz!
obsessed with the energy of these two particular responses to results that people get
I don’t go to this bar, but I got Tim Drake.
Based on the above, I’m thinking that’s not a good thing...
