feast on that beating thing inside my chest

(forever w.i.p.)

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holy shit its fucking happening

o h m y g o d I just remembered I dreamed last night that I was cole caufield. I was pulled in the middle of the game and I still don’t know why, so I was very angry. I had to leave the bench but when I walked out I got in the opposing team’s locker room and there was this player sitting there getting in his gear looking at me with interrogation points in his eyes. I open the door and check down the hallway but the only other locker room has leafs colors on its door. so I look back and the guy tells me that my locker room is on the other side of the rink. by that time, gallagher has to leave the game because of a penalty and he shows up in the locker room confused as well, so I tell him something like “nah, gally, ours is the other way around.” so we have to get BACK on the ice during intermission just to cross the rink, exit opposite of the bench to our locker room. not the most glorious moment in a crowded arena.

anyway, I start undressing in the locker room but my stall literally becomes a closet full of clothes and crochet projects and plushies (?) so I start putting everything in a suitcase and it takes so much time the game is done and the guys have left the locker room. it can’t all fit in the suitcase so I start giving the plushies to some women that have shown up in the locker room (I’m alone with them, but I get the sense they’re my friends? I’m giving the plushies for their kids to take home.) someone comes in to check on me because they’re thinking I don’t want to do the press conference (where they would ask me about being pulled) when I’m in fact just struggling with the amount of stuff I still have to sort in my stall. I wake up. 

“How are you going to label me as a murder and nothing else?”

EEK!! very excited to post my fanart, hello quackity nation

Honestly I could never be a Crown Prosecutor or defence because I am way too sensitive and would probably cry on the stand because counsel for the other side was being mean to me.

the bus drivers, via walkie talkies, are having a serious debate about how many holes are straws, wormholes, and black holes

Jennifer Connelly

Requiem for a Dream (2000)

Some more wombo

Hey remember when Technoblade was supposed to care about Ghostbur and then Phil called him an empty doll and Technoblade didn't say anything to defend him or the things he held dear? I do. I suppose he wasn't as deserving of kindness as *insert literal animal* was.

The Hill Wife IV. The Oft-Repeated Dream – Robert Frost

She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window latch Of the room where they slept.

The tireless but ineffectual hands That with every futile pass Made the great tree seem as a little bird Before the mystery of glass!

It never had been inside the room, And only one of the two Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream Of what the tree might do.

211206 Minhyuk ☕️ Talktok

“When arriving, proof is a must”

I can't imagine the pain I'll feel when the Dream SMP ends. It'll be so bittersweet. I'll hate to see it go. But I get it. All things end at some point.

finally listening to book weeeeee

what’s really sad is i know that i am the only insane ranboo fan left. there were so few of us to begin with and then they all disappeared…. what the hell is an enderwalk all i know are blackouts and the undertale soundtrack

Tenía que compartir esto en @WeHeartIt

guys i think id rather die than get my bfa in painting/drawing

just got this text from my sister and im losing it lmao

Hey @MyOwnBrain? Wtf

"Some people get their power through talking, ass kissing and schmoozing. Some through force! They fight and take, destroy until they have their little kingdoms. It doesn't matter what it takes, they get their piece of Power. Their throne of blood and ash! And are cursed for it."

-Me, standing in what I THINK was like an old saloon, monologuing to break up to epic fighters (one of whom was technoblade) while also being a disillusioned soul mussing on the futile nature of challenging the Gods???

I don't even KNOW it was a dream and it woke up!!! But Uuuuuuh hey BRAIN??? You squishy fucker?????

Why can't you give me sweet monologues or lines while i'm fucking AWAKE??!