Postcards For Paragons

averycrampedandcrabbythespian:

ATLA + Tumblr Text Posts

thunduros:

fashionablecrocs:

so lately ive been really obsessed with political cartoons for some reason

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IT IS AMAZING HOW SOMETHING SO SIMPLE CAN HOLD SO MUCH MEANING AND TRUTH

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becausebirds:

chiltonomics:

owls-only:

An owl landed in a bar

deAR SIR, HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIZARD?

WHAT IS THIS STRANGE PLACE

becausebirds:

chiltonomics:

owls-only:

An owl landed in a bar

deAR SIR, HAVE YOU SEEN MY WIZARD?

WHAT IS THIS STRANGE PLACE

Family reunions be like

silverhavok:

obscure relative:

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me:

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daedalus: icarus, whatever you do, dont fly too close to the sun
icarus:
icarus: im gonna fuck the sun

flagg0t:

If someone tells you to listen to a song, listen to it.  It may be the worst song you have ever heard but they wanted to share it with you.  That is really special.  If it makes them feel a certain way and they are so adamant about you hearing it, take 5 minutes to hear it.  It shows a lot about someone.  

Stream of Consciousness 8/18

I’m at a beach. The few clouds left hanging in the sky are steeped in umbra. The tide is loudest thing within earshot. Straggling beachgoers are taking their last selfies before they pack it in and call it a night. I just got here. I’m waiting for a friend to call me back so we can meet up and watch Teen Wolf together. The breeze doesn’t even make me flinch. An odd numbness is about me as I gawk at aircrafts touching down in the nearby airport. I can’t believe summer came and went so quickly. Which, in retrospect, sounds odd and counterintuitive because midway through it seemed to drag on endlessly. The past few days have been a bit of a bummer. My mom was mugged in Harlem, which is a crime that hardly ever goes rectified by the actual police force. They always deem it “beyond their control.” Perhaps. Perhaps not. It’s seems like a dull excuse to not even try. My aunt who had lung cancer just passed away yesterday, and I can feel the bag of bones on my back getting heavier. I lose a lot of people I love and that scares me. My awesome free concert plans were cancelled because the band is feeling under the weather, unfortunately. I still have 16 list items left to cross off on my 100 Things To Do This Summer in the City list. I’m saving the all-or-nothing casino bet for the last day. Reflecting upon the past 3 months, I feel like I’m a different person than before my summer vacation. The problem is, I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not. I feel sturdier, more resilient, perhaps I have the trauma to blame for numbing me to poor experiences. Perhaps it’s a good thing. I miss my friends. I’m so very glad that we’ll be back in our tiny, brick-filled city by Thursday. Proximity really does make all the difference. I’m happy with my new roomies, even though I’m the only male, yet again. I wonder what this year holds for me. I feel so far behind from where I should be. The majority of my friends will be leaving after this year. I know I’ll cope, but it’s hard to imagine my everyday life without them. Far all the strife and grief and headbutting that may go on internally within our group, I love them unconditionally and consider them family. I wonder what new faces will become important in my life. Meeting new people is one of those pleasures I do so very much enjoy. New connections, new adventures, new prospects. I’ll be taking an 8 hour bus back to Rochester. I’ve got plenty of new tunes to listen to with my undivided attention, which makes me giddy. I really do love music. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the stars this clearly. All the light pollution makes it next to impossible to see in the city. My feet just feel asleep. Beaches are supposed to make you feel relaxed and at ease, but since Thomas drowned himself, I haven’t found the same tranquility. I guess she was right when she said that I carry too many people’s burdens without addressing my own. Perhaps it’s the carrying that IS my burden. I should write a happy poem about the sea. About tranquility. Love. Friends. Family. I’m sure the words are lodged somewhere in my throat.

urtube:

Do parents not understand the concept of closing a door after leaving your room 

voldy92:

there is nothing rarer and more beautiful than liking every song on an album