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we ask how many licks it takes to get to the middle of like a tootsie pop. But the REAL question here is how many licks it takes to dissolve a wall.

The first post is about how Donnie saw his mother 💥

When Anya eventually gets too tall for her Eden uniform, Twilight is going to cry buckets. Because his little girl is growing up so fast. But also because the uniforms cost so much. So so much.

my 2022 highlight was when a guy was driving me home after a date and his phone was playing songs on youtube thru the aux on autoplay BUT he was also using it as a satnav so we had to just cope with whatever song came on. anyway we listened to the isolated vocals for "eye of the tiger" in silence because neither of us acknowledged it and it got to a certain point where it would be even weirder if one of us did say something

/edit: I realise a text post doesn't even do it justice, it went exactly like this

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

drake rodger’s interpretation of john winchester has major anakin vibes. puppy dog kid with anger and darkness inside, introduced to the loss of family and the horrors of war way too young. he thinks he can fight his inner demons by fighting real life demons. he’s wrong. he says he’s here to save people. but he likes the violence a little too much. in fighting monsters, he loses his humanity. soon, he will forget how to imagine a life outside of the hunt. that’s the moment that seals his doom. 

how does it feel knowing that your thought process is the exact same as a cursed Mickey Mouse meme

"love is just a chemical reaction" hate to break it to you bud but you are just one messy gooey sack of chemicals and chemical processes, that is how physical reality works

God may be dead but his excuses sure aren’t.

where did they come from. where did they go.

Where the fuck are my bones

soulmates but not in a soft romantic way soulmates in a destined to change each other for better or for worse, cannot be who they are without each other, unstoppable together but they’re also the only ones who can defeat each other, equals, existences undeniably tied to each other way