make up wearers are like no man im not addicted i just n
need to do my 30 minute routine before i leave the house every day no yeah i know we’re just going to the grocery store and we’ll be in and out dont be crazy im not going to do a full face i can live without it at the grocery store for 10 minutes just let me get my concealer i just gotta put on my concealer
me: wish games had choices that actually mattered
me when games have choices that actually matter:
I have had it with this likescolding. “Tumblr doesn’t have an algorithm so likes don’t actually do anything” motherfucker I am not clicking that heart to give some post better ~algorithmic visibility~ I am clicking that heart to help my internet friend microdose on serotonin as god fucking intended
Hell is when book covers get redesigned with the actors of the show/movie that was made based on it.
Viggo Mortenson does not get enough credit for delivering lines like “not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall” with a complete sincerity and gravitas
pls… five more minutes…
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Its obvious to me when people who post about canaries in mines have never met a canary. Like yeah the miners had a special device to revive the canary because canaries are one of the most adorable creatures on the planet and they make adorable little chirping sounds and honestly probably loved the sounds of machinery and people talking so it was probably loud and friendly with the workers. Whatever though maybe meet a canary sometime and youd understand
If you see this animal every day at work, and it sings to you during your hardest bouts of labor, you will be distraught if it dies. Even if you know this creature is meant to die in lieu of you, you still hear it when the labor is at its hardest and your muscles are struggling against the weight of your work. It is so small, smaller than your soot-stained hands and louder than the death that follows you. You dont want it to die. The same as a woman does not want her candle to run out ; she knows that is the point, its flame is meant to burn the wick and melt the wax ; but she is not indifferent to its wasting away. She may even save her favorite candle as not to burn it too quickly. Now imagine you are that woman, and there is a way to rebuild your favorite candle that you love the smell of and the way it flickers. Would she rather throw her candle out? Or would she rebuild it? That is a canary to these miners. Would you allow an animal to just die when it has been singing for you? It reminds you that it is alive, and you are too. Its stop of song signifies the lethal danger you are in. Why abandon it? Is the miners’ love for a little bird really that surprising?
Why does this read as though written by a coal miner of the era in which a canary was needed.
Because time is an illusion and love is infinite

After sex you see me roll over and go to balcony. You think ive gone for smoke due to my melancholic nature but I’ve opened sudoku.com evil level
They should invent a way to simultaneously read a fic read a book draw art write watch television listen to music and listen to a podcast
did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop
I keep thinking about this post. Did you let me? As in did you not save me? and Did you let me? as in did you allow me the comfort of your embrace at the expense of your own pain, knowing tomorrow I would be back and fine but you’d still be feeling my blood against your skin?
Did you let me die in your arms?
i think i could merry brandybuck into folk punk but id have to be sneaky about it. like there’d have to be subterfuge. hed see the ruse obviously but would enjoy playing alone with the trick and then revealing HIS trick (never tricked at all!!).
I am not meant for casual. I was born for soul crushing devotion.
but no one can ever know cause that’s embarrassing
I think ive said it before but you really gotta feel bad for oedipus that wanting to fuck your mother got named after him. He really did not want to do that . It is central to oedipus rex how badly he didnt want to do that. Dick move by freud






