fabcreature:

when gerard way sings “the broken, the beaten, and the damned” and when kermit the frog sings “the lovers, the dreamers, and me” they’re talking about the same people btw

venustversailles:

tallahasseemp3:

“suffering feels religious if you do it right” no shut up it doesn’t. my friends laughing in the kitchen while i make dinner feels religious. the sun on my face after a long winter feels religious.

somebody in the notes posted this screenshot from the one & only, ursula k let guin. and now i’m screaming wtf

sahdirah:

mm-imagerie:

do-you-have-a-flag:

technology related sensory memories from my childhood

• sliding the metal cover on floppy disks
  
• the slight resistance of inserting cassette and video tapes
• ripping off the strips of holed paper off of dot matrix printer paper 
• rolling the wheel on a disposable camera to take another photo

The heaviness and rubber texture of the roller ball in a computer mouse, and the little ring of lint

Unkinking the curly cord of a telephone while you talked

The -peww sound and slowly fading image of a crt monitor turning off, and then running your finger through the static on the dusty glass

The crunch of opening or closing a plastic Disney vhs cover

The sound effects in kidpix

Extending and collapsing metal antennas and using them as magic wands

…God, it is so weird these things aren’t around any more. Cause it’s true, the sensations are so distinct. It’s bizarre to think about missing these tiny relics.

womenintheirwebs:

thundergrace:

litosgoodtiktoks:

the delivery, the lil bit of breaking at her own jokes at the end of each one, god it’s so on tone

masterkeynobi:

incapable of being normal abt wwwo like. you are children and you can never go home. you are a child and the home you return to doesn’t have your family in it; you are a child and the door back to your home will never open to you again; you are a child and your home sent you away and doesn’t want you back. you are children and you find home in each other for one magical summer and then it’s over and it’ll be years before you see each other again and each of you is a different tragedy but you don’t understand why your grandmother weeps for you. fucking Ough

capitangoosie:

can u tell me which color version is better please

naniiebimworks:

Crowley Aziraphale

capitangoosie:

grendel-menz:

not sure if this reads too bitter or at all but the older I get the harder it is to define myself in a language/culture that had (and have) a big role in destroying the ones I come from