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Happy first of September! ^u^ My first day of school is tomorrow, eek!


Happy first of September! ^u^ My first day of school is tomorrow, eek!

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if you had told me like 3 months ago that i would soon know the name of most every part of an 1800s war ship and also that i would know a ton of outdated naval terms i would have been like “hell no there is nothing in the world that would make me want to sit down and learn that shit” and yet here we are

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little doodle comic of how ian & jules met for the 1st time

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After learning that the voice actor of Light from Death Note is also the voice actor of Rin from free! this gif becam more relevant then ever


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separation is such an illusion. we are one

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— 7 hours ago with 104997 notes
"Suicide is just a moment. This is how she described it to me. For just a moment, it doesn’t matter that you’ve got people who love you and the sun is shining and there’s a movie coming out this weekend that you’ve been dying to see. It hits you all of a sudden that nothing is ever going to be okay, ever, and you kind of dare yourself. You pick up a knife and press it gently to your skin, you look out a nineteenth-story window and you think, I could just do it. I could just do it. And most of the time, you look at the height and you get scared - You think about how sad it would’ve been if you never got to see that movie, and you look at your dog and wonder who would’ve taken care of her if you had gone. And you go back to normal. But you keep it there in your mind. Even if you never take yourself up on it, it gives you a kind of comfort to know that the day is yours to choose. You tuck it away in your brain like sour candy tucked in your cheek, and the puckering memory it leaves behind, the rough pleasure of running your tongue over its strange terrain, is exactly the same. The day was hers to choose, and perhaps in that treetop moment when she looked down and saw the yard, the world, her life, spread out below her, perhaps she chose to plunge toward it headlong. Perhaps she saw before her a lifetime of walking on the ruined earth and chose instead a single moment in the air."
Carolyn Parkhurst, The Dogs of Babel (via violentwavesofemotion)

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