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i wanna be your shoreline

@purgatorialrecklessness / purgatorialrecklessness.tumblr.com

the kingdom of god is at hand--come and kiss me

Outside of the tumblr app, I’ve lost access to all of my tumbles associated with this one and its email address.

I’ve made a new tumblr, if you want to follow that one.

It’s whalefallpunk.tumblr.com

I'm going to sign out of this account and start using just that one. I've followed all the blogs I was following, but this is the last update from this one.

I made my father a Midsummer lemon poppy cake today, among the many other merry activities I’ve partaken in for the Summer Solstice. Hope everyone is having a blessed Midsummer/Litha! 😊🌿

Minimalist One Line Tattoos by Mo Ganji

Berlin-based tattoo artist Mo Ganji creates impressive tattoos with the use of one single line. You can see the artist’s swirling strokes, dots, and points of beginning and end in every illustration. The simple, yet contemporary pieces appear as an abstract work done in black. 

Each piece is a breathtaking representation of real life objects composed with a high skill and grace. They are delicate, yet strong fixtures on the body.

That vaguely flirtatious vibe you have with all your single gay friends

This is a real thing 

its this constant air of like “i’d be down if you were down but i’m not going to pursue it and neither are you so lets just lowkey flirt all the time”

We sat in the devil’s chair when he was out of the room He chased us around his throne I threw my bones against it to show him what real music sounded like He chased us outside When the world touched our backs we turned into geese The feathers he snatched as we flew off was spit in his face We flew south

Tonight’s Cantab feature is Anis Mojgani! I don’t really need to say any more than that; if you know, you’ll show up. This is from his poem “When We Were Geese,” published in Paper Darts. (via bostonpoetryslam)

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a muggleborn student coming to hogwarts with a thermos flask and filling it with tea in the morning so it stays hot all day and their pureblood friends are like “whoa what spell did you use for that” and they’re like “?????? it’s just a thermos???” and all the pureblood students start pointing their wands at cups and saying “THERMOS”

THERMOS

Okay but instead of shipping the grumpy one with the cinnamon roll, imagine shipping two grumpy ones. Just being salty about fucking everything together all the time. Having the same salty philosophy on life and snickering at other people’s idiocy 24/7.

05.04.16

I had something stolen from me when I was eleven.

I used to be into cars like really heavily.

My parents tolerated this, I guess a sort of parental thing to tolerate your child’s eccentricities.

Anyway, I was having a particularly heavy week talking about all the cars I wanted to own when I got older.

That week was the week I got my childlike enthusiasm stolen away from me.

Out of nowhere my dad raised his voice to me to say:

“Cars are just transportation, just a way to get from Point A to Point B. There is nothing romantic about them.”

I never felt the same way about cars again and never talked about them with my parents.

- Beach Sloth blogs hard

Me, a humble fic farmer, tending her plot of land: neighbor john said there was a shipwar starting just over the hills. what do you think Ma, do you think we'll ever see a shipwar?
Ma, clutching her apron to her chest: oh dear, I hope not!
Pa, sitting in his rocking chair and smoking his pipe: hmph! there's always been shipwars and there will always be shipwars. you just keep your nose out of it and mind your own business. we ain't got no business messing around in shipwars. now step to it! i want that field of headcanons and plot twists plowed by morning! and keep those plot bunnies from getting at the smut, we can't afford anymore WIPs!

if you find that you cannot live for yourself, then live for the beautiful things. live for the morning dew and the lightning storms and the flower that grows through a crack in the side walk in front of your house. live for the beautiful things.