“who Fancies A Movie Then?” I Fancy A Solitaire Film Thank You Very Much

Hey, I’m just reaching out to people on Tumblr. You’ve probably heard of Jesus and God, but have you ever reached out to Jesus for problems in your life? Big or small. Not to make you uncomfortable, but did you know sin (in your life and other people’s lives) can really hurt you, it make feel like there is a void that is never satisfied. That void could be called a “God sized hole.” Sin sucks and not just in a societal cookie cutter way, but in a way that it feels like there is a decay within a person. That can be a lot to take in, but I hope it is good food for thought. I hope you’re having an awesome day!! 💕

Big, small, or God-sized, I've personally never had a problem with an unsatisfied hole that wasn't easily solved with lube.

Sometimes people use “respect” to mean “treating someone like a person” and sometimes they use “respect” to mean “treating someone like an authority”

and sometimes people who are used to being treated like an authority say “if you won’t respect me I won’t respect you” and they mean “if you won’t treat me like an authority I won’t treat you like a person”

and they think they’re being fair but they aren’t, and it’s not okay.

Please share and sign (if you're in Europe), the amount of countries has been reached. We only need more signatures. The amount of signatures is rising fast, but may just not be enough, so every bit helps!

eci.ec.europa.eu

European Citizens' Initiative

Give your support !

I wanna eat paper, preferably the kind that isn’t completely smooth but I don’t want it to have too much texture

I think the paper you make yourself but a lil thinner and as little texture as possible would be perfect

transition goals: night vale townsperson

Drunk texting this drunk texting that, it’s a surprise if I even know WHERE my phone is when I get drunk enough to text people

I want Michael the Distortion to meet Page Gerry. I want them to talk. I want Michael to gently touch his face and say, "What did she do to you?" And Gerry to stroke Michael's hand and say, "No worse than she did to you."

The people who say shit like "I don't dream about labour" when asked about their dream job make me sad. It's not their fault and it's an obvious conclusion to come to in the environment that we live in, but they really do seem to make no difference between work, and being exploited. You do want to work, it is inherent human nature to want to do things, you just don't want to slave for shit wages while making profit for someone else.

If art wasn't an option and I didn't have to worry about being profitable, I know what I would be doing: Keep a little shop selling secondhand-thirdhand buttons and buckles.

Thrift shops and secondhand stores could dump (or sell, whatever) their unsold and unwanted goods to me, and I could spend all day going through the heaps and picking them apart, plucking the still-perfectly-good buttons, zippers and buckles out of discarded things with threadbare fabrics and sell them.

Probably also making those little trinket storage boxes out of hollowed-out books. By hollowing out books that nobody wanted or read.

When I say “I love this artist” I either know 5 of their songs that I play on repeat or I know their entire discography and you just have to guess which one it is