Vague Concept of a Man

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
slavicafire
slavicafire

sometimes I think about myself as a child and I'm overcome with love that's too vibrant to contain in words and feels like it might make my heart burst. the pride and gratitude and the softest, warmest affection.

sometimes I remember I dreamt of such warmth and such peace, and overwhelming love, as a child. golden dreams. safe. warm.

and then I think, perhaps, that I am now reaching through time - sending this love and acceptance and hope to this little girl looking into the night sky - that I have always been the one to root for me, to love me, to keep me going. always the one looking out for me.

I exist now and then, and I have always existed, and the web has always trembled in its thin red threads, and I will always be here - dreaming of myself and keeping myself going.

dziady
catilinas

help i’m in london w my dad and he keeps pointing at buildings and saying ‘there used to be a coffee shop here’ but by ‘used to be’ he means. in the seventeenth century

catilinas

we went past a pub and he was like ‘when this was a coffee shop (in the seventeenth century) isaac newton dissected a dolphin in the back room one time’ like ok. we are about to miss the train

arctic-hands

Your dad was present for all of these things

evilwizard
jame7t

The miserable wizard reading that his favorite spell, “instant painful organ failure IV” has been banned by the council, closing his newspaper and crying softly to himself while a light misting or rain falls outside

evilwizard

*turns to face camera* i told you to stop narrating me motherfucker

peri-thewisesnake

But, as the wrathful wizard was about to punish the humble narrator, he remembered that his favourite spell had just been banned. He lowered his magical and handsome skull orb, which ceased glowing ominous green gradually, and sat down on his pimped out evil armchair -the kind to have spikes and gems and such opulent details-, and let out a great sigh, resting his cheek on his fist. It was just not the same without it...

evilwizard

stop that!

spr0utsies
detectivehole

no little punk girl don't walk into the lightning storm! your outfit is so conductive! little punk girl nooooooo

detectivehole

the lighting strikes her eyebrow piercing and travels down the spikes on her jacket to the chains on her pants down the hooks of her boots till it's grounded in the 2 inches of rubber at the bottom of her stompers and she blinks comically, pulls out a mirror, admires her newly fried hair, and walks away happily

kulaykonfetti

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