SHRIIIMMMPPPPP 💓💓💓💗💗💗

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lore mode

LITERALLY ME NOT EVEN TWO SECONDS AGO

Do y’all think siblings in medieval times would look at the little beasts in illuminated manuscripts and point at each other like ‘ha! ‘Tis thou!’

AWWW💕💕💕💕💕

lil mudskipper painting :]

referenced from a frame from this video

Unecessarily true wtf

I…..NEEED…..A WHITE BOYYYYY..!!!! 🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️🧟‍♀️

Grrrghh…..nerdy white boysss…..GNNNRRGHHH!!

how i feel when i dont have a white boy to obsess over

edit: holy shit yall, thanks for almost 800 likes/reposts 🫶

I love how the world perceives tumblr as useless platform. No world news here. No algorithm. No verified accounts. Ads are about Pikachu cosplayer and shoelaces. Folks that's exactly how social media should be

reblogging to share w my mutuals and whatever wayward soul stumbles upon this beauty <33

The Rain Stick

by Seamus Heaney

Up-end the stick and what happens next is a music that you never would have known to listen for. In a cactus stalk

Downpour, sluice-rush, spillage and backwash come flowing through. You stand there like a pipe being played by water, you shake it again lightly

and diminuendo runs through all its scales like a gutter stopping trickling. And now here comes a sprinkle of drops out of the freshened leaves,

Then subtle little wets off grass and daisies; the glitter-drizzle, almost-breaths of air. up-end the stick again. What happens next

is undiminished for having happened once, twice, ten, and thousand times before. who cares if all the music that transpires

is the fall of grit or dry seeds through a cactus? You are like a rich man entering heaven through the ear of a raindrop. Listen now again.  

“x reader is so cringe.” to YOU. im reading this shit and having a ball ‼️

reblog if u a lil dead rn

was chilling in my english course the other day and we went over seamus heaney

needless to say,, i’m in love with the man. 😋💕

“Who cares if all the music that transpires //

Is the fall of grit or dry seeds through a cactus? //

You are like a rich man entering heaven //

Through the ear of a rain drop. Listen now again.”

…why did he eat it up like that…🥴🥴🥴 literally like i am in love with this line. his poem The Rain Stick just made me astral project into the air of the lecture hall i was in..

THIS IS WHAT I NEED!!! either a poet whispers something like this in my ear or someone volunteers to be my subject !

seamus heaney,, I AM LISTENING THROUGH THE EAR OF A RAINDROP!!!!

hmmm why does my uterus hurt and why do i feel kinda off. weird. surely these are not the warning symptoms of a predictable biological process that occurs on a regular schedule. anyway. im going to wear white pants today.