thesaltofcarthage:

jackalgirl:

crazy-pages:

vaspider:

hadeantaiga:

anotherfagontheinternet:

were–ralph:

were–ralph:

you ever get tired of living but in a non-suicidal way

like everything is bad everywhere and no one has money and im tired of this cycle

i tried to explain how i was feeling like this to my drug counselor and she was like “yeah that still sounds kinda suicidal” and i could not figure out how to explain that i don’t wanna die, i just like. am so so so tired of the way life is for me and all my friends and family. i’m tired of living like this but i’m gonna keep doing it bc i guess there’s no other choice

I don’t wanna die, I wanna go lay on a warm field under the sun and watch the clouds go by. How is this hard to understand?

I just want to spend a few days in the dim twilight between sleep and waking, but specifically the dim twilight of a Saturday morning in April.

Burnout. The word is burnout, but not because of an unusual state of overwork or an overly demanding position, but because the bare minimum being demanded is beyond capacity.

How is it that Tumblr consistently puts the posts that talk about what I am feeling at the top of my feed every. single. time?

oh, tumblr, we’re really in it now

(via securityblankethank)

idkhowtopickausername:

I hate when you love a character who’s like a kid or a teenager and they so perfectly capture the flaws and struggles of being that age and not understanding everything fully yet or necessarily making the best choices especially when they’re in a very painful or complex situation and they feel so real and human because of it and then you go online and there’s someone who’s like “they’re DUMB and EVIL and SELFISH because of [important moment in their character arc when they messed up and learned from it or broke under pressure or didn’t have the courage to do an incredibly difficult thing or responded realistically to their truly horrifying circumstances]”

(via the-gayest-dovah)

nonbinary-bosmer:

mystery-ink:

vintage-soleil:

image

Ruby Keeler & Lee Dixon dance on a giant typewriter in Ready, Willing & Able (1937)

So jaded by cgi that I didn’t think this was impressive at all until I realised it was all an actual size set

It took me a solid few seconds to realize those type bars swinging back and forth at the top are actually peoples legs

(via spongebobssquarepants)


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