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it is how it is

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Two secret agents. They might kiss. 👨🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽

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The Half of It (2020) dir. Alice Wu

– Gravity is matter’s response to loneliness. – Who said that? – I don’t know. – Then you said it.

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Is this BOLD enough for you?

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just a reminder for everyone

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Hello, tumblr user. For this trap, you must exit your bedroom. To do this, you remove yourself from the blankets you woke up in. They are soft, cozy, and warm. Good luck.

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ah you can't tip yourself

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nick nelson and charlie spring icons

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Whenever I take a long car ride I end up exhausted afterwards, and I'm always like "why am I so tired? I was just sitting around doing nothing all day."

But the answer, it turns out, is I was doing something. Riding in a car jars your body in many directions and requires constant microadjustments of your muscles just to stay in place and hold your normal posture. Because you're inside the car, inside the situation, it's easy not to notice all the extra work you're doing just to maintain the status quo.

There's all sorts of type of work that we think of as "free" that require spending energy: concentrating, making decisions, managing anxiety, maintaining hypervigilance in an unfriendly environment, dealing with stereotype threat, processing a lot of sensory input, repairing skin cells damaged sun exposure, trying to stay warm in a cold room.

The next time you think you're tired from "nothing", consider instead that you're probably in situation where you're doing a lot of unnoticed extra work just to stay in place.

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Ficlet: And I Am Left To Sell

Notes: THERE BE SPOILERS AHEAD.  READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.  Shamelessly stealing the title from a line of “It’s Time.”  Based off spoilers from this article revealing what Kurt’s doing for money while stuck in Lima.  Because the world needs more barista!fic.

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Blaine slid into the Lima Bean as inconspicuously as possible, and though the bell over the door chimed, none of the staff looked up to greet him.  The usual “Welcome to the Lima Bean, what can we brew up for you today?” was nowhere to be found.  The 7 am morning rush was always insane (there were oddly enough more caffeine-addicted business men in Lima than one would figure).  So even as he slowly made his way through the line up to the counter, the cashier didn’t even look up at him.

“What are you drinking today?” the person asked, both trying to begin to ring up his order and move the order receipts down the line for those of the baristas making the coffees.

“A medium drip please,” Blaine asked.

The person behind the counter jerked their head up, the lines across his forehead immediately softening. 

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That tweet about Tricia Lockwood’s cat is going around tumblr again as a sort of semimeme and I wanted to commemorate it. Had to look up a bunch of pics of her for ref

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Every single fantasy race should have cool ears and a tail. You agree. Reblog.

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Favourite Designs: The Atelier Couture Spring 2022 Bridal Couture Collection Pt.1

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Hey reblog this post to give the person you reblogged from gender euphoria

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listened to Bohemian Rhapsody today… i’m so very sorry

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She’s sitting on her bed cross-legged, holding an old stuffed animal. It’s a duck, the one that Connor won at the Oktoberfest carnival when he was eleven and she was ten. They’d run off from their parents down the midway with the five dollars that Larry had given each of them clenched tightly in their fists. Connor hadn’t thought of the duck for years. The memory of it comes back now, as bright as the sun had been that day. Connor had just started his first of many growth spurts, and Zoe was still too small to win at the ring toss. Connor had been able to get enough rings over the bottles to win her that stupid duck.

He didn’t know she had kept it all these years.

Connor Murphy Is Dead, chapter 1