bilaius:

having interests is like. I am unashamed of these. no I’m not . yes I am. i am not <3

swiftierichie:

sorry i didn’t text you back i was having floor time

daily-crabbys:

lunaviathan:

memewhore:

@daily-crabbys
I don’t know the etiquette for pinging people you’re not mutuals with but i felt you needed to see this

Oh what a lovely little sailor!!

bunjywunjy:

10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.

AAAND WE HAVE LIFTOFF!

HAPPY MOON LANDING DAY!!!

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jay-birds-fly:

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I loved this movie so here’s a meme I cobbled together

simoneashley:

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@pscentral event 17 ☆ vibrance
“Anyone can wear the mask. You could wear the mask.”
| [inspo.]

froginakettle:

killiel:

crtter:

crtter:

crtter:

My dad told me a Queen Elizabeth x 9/11 combo joke but idk if it works in English

It goes something like this

Q: Why can’t Americans play chess against the British anymore?

A: Because the British are missing the queen and the Americans are missing two towers (rooks).

To whoever unfollowed me for this: I didn’t even come up with the joke myself, you should unfollow my dad instead.

As a part of the Chess Fandom™️ and also from a colonized country, this was the first image I saw the day the Queen died on my whatsapp chess club group:

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So yeah, that’s how the news broke to me.

an incredible update to this post

sunrisetune:
“bostonpoetryslam:
“Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Won’t Touch
”
[ID: This poem -
‘On Travelling Together’, by Kayleb Rae Candrilli
In a Super 8 just outside Iowa
City, two twelve-year-old boys
cuddle on the lobby couch,
scrolling on...

sunrisetune:

bostonpoetryslam:

Kayleb Rae Candrilli, from Water I Won’t Touch

[ID: This poem -

‘On Travelling Together’, by Kayleb Rae Candrilli

In a Super 8 just outside Iowa
City, two twelve-year-old boys

cuddle on the lobby couch,
scrolling on their phones.

It’s four in the morning, and they don’t expect
me, or anyone,

in the holy space they’ve drawn
for themselves.

Their parents are asleep
on the third floor, resting

before a hockey tournament or some other
rough-and-tumble game.

It’s clear by the way the boys
jump as I walk by;

their parents know nothing.
The floor is lava.

The continental
breakfast will start soon.

The couch they’re on is an island
I’ve been to.”

/End ID]