idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it
ok, here's the plan... lets pool our money and buy Williams. We can rename it like Tumblr Williams F1 Racing Team. To start, I'm putting down 10 USD, all we need now is 724,999,990.00
Spoopy Season Safety
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Writers on ao3 literally be like “My sincere apologies for any errors I’ve made, my mother tongue is not english, enjoy!” and then it’s a piece of literature that should be preserved for all eternity for future generations to learn from.
Hate Miami all you want but you know that content, vibes, and edits are going to fucking slappppppp and I’m going to eating it up like crazy
Text: Don’t act like everyone loved my father. He was assassinated. A 1967 poll reflected that he was one of the most hated men in America. Most hated. Many who quote him now and evoke him to deter justice today would likely hate, and may already hate, the authentic King.
I know Formula 1 is a business but have they considered that I’m attached to drivers and when bad things happen to my favorites I want to cry?
the longing in the prophecy…..a crying