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literally how are you supposed to reach the end of the rainbow this way-

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same goes with pretty much anything else tbh.

you wanna sing but you ‘can’t’? wrong, you can, sing out the window, hold concerts in the showers, belt out half remembered lyrics.

you wanna dance but you ‘can’t’? wrong again, you can, the floor is your own and the music is to your liking. dance until you can’t and even then keep going.

literally who the fuck cares? who the fuck cares about quality when knowing that it makes you happy is good enough? who ever the fuck cares about whether what you’re doing ‘good’ is someone you shouldn’t care about. 

its your world and you’re the one fucking living in it so its bout damn time you start acting like it

STOP saying u cant draw something u can literally draw whatever U want. I wanna draw a horse, BAM drew a horse. I wanna draw two ppl kissing BAM drew two ppl kissing. I am God of mine own hands and I will create

so, here’s some bad news. earlier today I went to join my online classes. Normal, right? Totally normal thing to do on a school day. Except there was no update what so ever and I started to get worried. Then I found out all my other classmates got updated. I thought ‘Hey, maybe its a technical error,’ and Private Messaged my teacher so tell her that I couldn’t get access to the lesson. Then she laid down the news. I’m no longer able to join online classes until my family has paid the overdue fees. A few minutes ago I got a text from a different teacher, also stating the same. If my father - the only working adult in my family, my mom is a stay at home mom - cannot come up with enough cash to pay the fees, then that’s done. Granted, I have faith that my dad will be able to come up with something. He’s the most resourceful, hardworking and family oriented man I know. I respect him and I trust him fully. But I also love him, and I hate the sight of him coming back home every day so tired. And I hate the fact that I can do nothing about it. Except, hey, maybe I can. I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but I still have commissions open. I have my patreon link which I’ll put at the bottom of this post. Look, I know I probably can’t even do much. But I want to do something. I want to help contribute to my own education. Anything. And I mean, even then, please don’t feel too pressured. If you’re already planning on giving something to someone who’s life is worse - which I’m sure there are plenty - then please give it to them first. I won’t die, I won’t go hungry (hopefully) and I’m sure it’ll all blow over. But I still want to do something. Anything, if I can. That’s why I’m making this post. Thank you for reading this far. I truly, tremendously appreciate even sticking around. Thank you. Ily. https://www.patreon.com/modernscrib3

as a non-binary i can confirm that fungi do marginally interest me because they remind me of someone important to me

As a nonbinary person interested in befriending & flirting w\ other nonbinary people, I have decided it is in my best interest to learn much much more about assorted fungi

running water is underappreciated and it should stop being underappreciated

Related: Albuquerque is also providing mobile showers to the homeless — and they’re doing it in a wonderfully sustainable way.

Writing Prompt #2

‘Spring’

Lots of people, each with their own thoughts and likes, leads to lots of opinions.

Lots of opinions, means that sometimes its hard to find one that you can really relate to.

It’s hard to find someone that you can truly relate to.

Where I live - where I was born and raised and planned to raise my own children here - has four seasons.

The usual; Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter.

To me though, there’s something special about spring.

Maybe it’s just the relief it gives after harsh winter.

Maybe it’s the smell of the flowers blooming, and the smell of the dirt they grew from.

Maybe it’s the birds, singing their song for all to hear in the morning.

Spring’s the best season, in my opinion. I’m always happier in spring.

My good mood usually doesn’t go unnoticed, too.

‘The Spring Joys?’ My flatmate asks me, when I nearly skip out of my room.

He likes summer better than Spring, but he says he enjoys watching the smile on my face during these three months.

Every year, every spring, he asks me this. At first, when we first met and were still awkward with each other, I can see a glint of hard amusement.

Like, as if he was laughing at my spring mood.

As time wore on, we grew closer. When he locked himself in his room after the death of his foster parents, I left him meals in front of the door. When I stressed over my younger siblings not having work, he sat by me on the sofa and listened.

We even helped each other fight off our nightmare of a landlady from wrangling this flat out of our hands. Afterwards, every moment spent had a certain sweetness to it.

Every year, every spring, I smile at him. ‘ ‘You can cut all the flowers, but you can’t stop spring from coming’,’ I quote.

He rolls his eyes, as always. I spot a glimpse of a smile hidden away, as always.

As we move on with our daily routines, I can’t stop the occasional glimpse out the window.

Can’t help the smile that tugs on my lips.

The contented sigh that escapes my lungs.

Spring is here.

Suddenly remembered this one dream I had when I was running a pretty bad fever.

Y’know that one Tom and Jerry episode where Tom dies and he goes to a train station in heaven? Yeah, I was there. And I was arguing with the train conductor. And I was going; “Let me in, you know who I am.”  But then the train conductor. They tipped their hat at me and shook their head. “I’m sorry, my friend, but it’s not your time.” And then I woke up.

i’m not a predator and god damn it i would love to meet my online friends. @yellowfoot-06 just to name ONE. JUST ONE. I WANT TO MEET ALL MY ONLINE FRIENDS. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. GAAAAAAAH

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

I didn’t plan on being a wanted fugitive.

Of course not. That’s not a thing you ever plan on doing. You don’t wake up on a fine Sunday morning, look up at your ceiling and say to yourself; ‘Today, I’m going to become a criminal.”

You don’t. You don’t do that. Please, don’t do that.

For the Official Record in case anyone is taking notes, I was not the mastermind behind the whole operation. I wasn’t the main character - I still am not, actually. I’m not even the love interest.

I’m just the guy who ended up being very, very unlucky. Enough to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

For me, that was eleven a.m. in the playground next to my apartment.

Oh, who was I kidding? I was practically inviting trouble on my doorstep, what with being up at such a godforsaken hour as that.

The morning air was crisp and cold against my skin. My dull grey and ratty jacket was like a teaspoon of sugar against a tablespoon of coffee - not enough to ward off the bitterness.

Goodness, I could so go for a coffee right about now. Not even with any cream or sugar - just the pure black bitterness to maybe send me back a day before this all even happened. Wouldn’t that be grand - I wonder if it were possible.

You might be wondering about now; “Hey, what’re you doing standing in the playground near your apartment at eleven a.m in the morning if you don’t like being awake that early? You don’t even have proper attire against the chill.”

Now that is an excellent question. I had no little kid to watch over - I didn’t have a partner, and I didn’t really plan on having for the next few years or so. I didn’t even have like, a pet or something that I had to take out for a walk. I lived alone.

Oh no, I wasn’t standing there because I had to watch over someone. I was standing there because I was looking for someone. Or rather, something.

I was looking for the magical arrowhead that I’d been forced to buy on the internet that morning.

I didn’t even know what an arrowhead was before that morning.

I have been fighting death ever since I was born and I’m not fucking dead yet so one can only assume that I’ve just kept winning