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liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell

google search: how to take a break from the linear flow of time

It seems like an auction where the highest bid would be placed by someone on the phone under a fake name that's actually their Tumblr profile.

Is it weird I can imagine them doing actually doing this?

Owning a tumblr is like having a secret double life

who’s got that one gif of Captain Kirk doing this I Need it

you are not a wasteland you just need ibuprofen and a hot bath and a shower and a nutritious meal and some water and some fresh air and to do something productive and to do something creative and to do something that takes physical exertion and to do something social

My dad was dealing with some mixed feelings so I told him "In therapy when something is too complicated to do a simple 'pro and contra list' we sometimes do an excercise where you imagine all these mixed feelings around a table in some kind of conference, letting each tell their bit and you leading the debate."

and my dad didn't really respond and just stared ahead so I kept preparing lunch. Until a few minutes later when he suddenly piped up: "I am having a bad time at the conference"

ao3 goes down

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Sometimes your mother tongue isn't always a home,sometimes your childhood place isn't always your wish. Sometimes home resides somewhere far,outside these barriers,of time,age, and languages. And it's okay.

misread a post. thought it said "we'd need each other in every universe"

isn't it haunting?

"we'd need each other in every universe." yeah, we don't meet each other in all of them. in that one you died in infancy, and i lived to feel a presence at my shoulder, a flickering in the corner of my eye, always looking for someone who'd never come. in that other one i was a piano repairman and your instrument kept inexplicably going out of tune, but my name never jumped out at you from the yellow pages.

there's a world with the two of us against it.

there's one where you brought reinforcements too late and the enemy overwhelmed me and my brothers in arms.

there's another where you left a letter at the finish line and i lived to receive it but not to come back home.

one of us drowned and the other knew how to swim. one of me passed the salt to one of you, and that was the extent of the need.

Ray Bradbury's stories have always felt like home to my soul.

“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”

— Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)

There is a place in Edinburgh making sushi crepes 👀

It's a quiet thing when your heart breaks. I thought it would be loud, ... I thought it would drown everything else out. But it happened like a whisper. © Not mine

the dichotomy between the "immigrant" (someone from the global south who moves to the north) and the "expat" (someone from the global north who moves to the south) makes me feel fucking crazy. a white person who moves to asia is an expat but an asian who moves to the west is an immigrant. & how those terms are politicized and assigned class statuses, like the word "immigrant" tends to imply a blue collar worker (even if that isn't the case) while "expat" implies a white collar worker. the associations with "expat neighbourhoods" in asian countries is very very different from those of "immigrant neighbourhoods" in western nations. also how "immigrants" who dont assimilate are seen as "failing" and bad, lower class, a burden on society, etc. whereas "expats" not assimilating into local culture is expected and viewed as a sign of their higher status. the double standards are so insane