Bxbiik - Kirby

putting into motion the ban on an entertainment app that’s popular with the youth and young adults in your country just so you can swoop in at the last minute and play the hero who saves the day and actually brings the app back for everybody is such a cartoonishly supervillain plot, you’d think it came out of the children’s tv show. but no, it came out of the brain of the president-elect of the united states

hwang hyunjin brownish icons

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this post is exclusively for people with dirty rooms

this post is specifically for people who know their room is a mess, but their brain won't let them clean it. this post is for you. I love you and I see you

one thing i adore about fandom is the “[bad parent]’s A+ parenting” tag on ao3. it’s so universal and so sarcastic and it makes me giggle every time i see it

that's my mans right there yuppppp

bitches be like "god he's so hot" and he looks like this

“flower field, that’s where i’m at.” ⤷ wild flower (with youjeen) - rm

I JUST WANNA LIVE IN A REMOTE LIGHTHOUSE ON THE NORTHERN COAST OF SCOTLAND AND SLOWLY FORGET MY OWN NAME AS I'M ENVELOPED BY SEAWEED AND BECOME FRIENDS WITH THE SELKIE

Do you think vampires mourn the stars?

They remember the time before electric lights. They made their transition from people of the day to creatures of the night - but the change was not so stark, because the night was still bright with the glitter of a galaxy. When they looked up, it was not a single sun that hung in the sky but hundreds. Thousands. Pinpricks of light that travelled lifetimes to shine above the Earth.

Then the humans poured their artificial light into the atmosphere, and the stars were gone. Smothered by a blanket of orange-grey muck.

Vampires have to live where humans are, and humans mean light pollution. To find the stars again would require hunger. Starvation.

They choose to be well fed. They choose to grieve the night sky they used to know

living without knowing if you have a mental illness or not is really frustrating. going about your day feeling the things that are described when you look up your symptoms, but not knowing if you actually should seek professional help or if you are acting upon what others are saying. feeling empty and anxious and like your walking in a dream, but wondering if this is conditioned behavior or your real emotions, and not being able to talk to a professional because you are constantly told "you are fine there is nothing wrong with you" so you end up just drifting by not knowing what to do.

why in the name of all things unholy did the universe make kids the most insufferable lil shits to exist. i would never let a kid know how much i hate them but god do i hate them