Like I’m Ever Going To Let Some Absolute Godless Pervert See The Bottom Half Of My Face Ever Again.

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[at disneyland, on the teacup ride]

INTJ and INFJ: [spinning calmly while talking]

INTP and INFP: [flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming]

this kid’s post and his replies to people’s questions are so pure I’m sobbing

i fucking love taking the bus for real. the only thing i love more than taking the bus is taking the train. choo choo am i right. i think most human distress can be alleviated by listening to dramatic music on public transportation.

she’s in her “just tryna graduate” era bro leave that woman alone

I'm gonna need to remember this prompt for when I'm having a bad day

D.L. Smith

When F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.”

But also, when Madeline Miller said, “Name one hero who was happy.”

i can't vibe with anyone who thinks icarus was an ignorant idiot for flying too close to the sun. "oh i'd never do that i would have remembered my father's warning and been fine". do you seriously think that after years of imprisonment, feeling the sun on your face and the open air beneath your wings, you would be able to focus on anything but the joy of being alive and free? do you actually think that if you were given the opportunity to go where nobody has never been before, you wouldn't want to push it to the limit? to dare to be the first to try what no one else has ever even thought possible? do you honestly think you're too good for your own human nature? look me in the eyes and tell me if i strapped a pair of wings to your back that could take you wherever you wanted to go whenever you pleased that you'd be careful and sensible about it. you are not better than icarus just because you have the benefit of his example.

undoubtedly the best thing i read all day

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire