a region of space having a gravitational field so intense that no matter or radiation can escape.

JB. 23. She/fae. Just a girl living her fictional dilf loving dream.

laurenablack:

“The world really is broken. But it can be fixed! Now that said, please don’t involve our sons. Especially my son, Terry Jr. I mean, I guess I care about the other sons, too. They’ll want to join DADDIES, but keep them out. They shouldn’t be responsible for our- our mess.”

mj-thrush-gxn:

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just realized i never posted this-

i love them dearly

phillycheesesteakcore:

The fact that D00d can smell the teen spirit on the mascot costume, the fact that he loves it so much, what that meant to Normal— hold on a minute, I can’t

sekaiikun:

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im fucking sad

endopyre:

Nothing is worse than the frustration of not being able to articulate/artistically express an idea in your head like HELLO?! THIS FILLS ME WITH BONE SHAKING EMOTION WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CANT SHARE THAT SOMEHOW

t-dubber:

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The Oak-Swallows-Garcia kids with their Grandpa Hen 🥹💖😭

rooolt:

This episode had it all, Boss Kicks, Scam Likely appearances, insane Freddie antics, Hermie content, Dude eating a phone and killing two men. Perfect, no notes

princess-of-purple-prose:

luthienne:

Special Problems in Vocabulary  There is no single particular noun for the way a friendship, stretched over time, grows thin, then one day snaps with a popping sound.  No verb for accidentally breaking a thing while trying to get it open —a marriage, for example.  No participial phrase for losing a book in the middle of reading it, and therefore never learning the end.  There is no expression, in English, at least, for avoiding the sight of your own body in the mirror, for disliking the touch  of the afternoon sun, for walking into the flatlands and dust that stretch out before you after your adventures are done.  No adjective for gradually speaking less and less, because you have stopped being able to say the one thing that would break your life loose from its grip.  Certainly no name that one can imagine for the aspen tree outside the kitchen window, its spade-shaped leaves  spinning on their stems, working themselves into a pale-green, vegetable blur.  No word for waking up one morning and looking around, because the mysterious spirit  that drives all things seems to have returned, and is on your side again.ALT

Tony Hoagland, Application for Release from the Dream: Poems

[ID copied from alt:

Special Problems in Vocabulary

There is no single particular noun
for the way a friendship,
stretched over time, grows thin,
then one day snaps with a popping sound.

No verb for accidentally
breaking a thing
while trying to get it open
—a marriage, for example.

No participial phrase for
losing a book
in the middle of reading it,
and therefore never learning the end.

There is no expression, in English, at least,
for avoiding the sight
of your own body in the mirror,
for disliking the touch

of the afternoon sun,
for walking into the flatlands and dust
that stretch out before you
after your adventures are done.

No adjective for gradually speaking less and less,
because you have stopped being able
to say the one thing that would
break your life loose from its gr
ip.

Certainly no name that one can imagine
for the aspen tree outside the kitchen window,
its spade-shaped leaves

spinning on their stems,
working themselves into
a pale-green, vegetable blur.

No word for waking up one morning
and looking around,
because the mysterious spirit

that drives all things
seems to have returned,
and is on your side again. End ID]

cjkhalifa:

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Barbie doll

oakay:

normal, to lark: don’t make me hate you as much as you hate him (henry)

i’m crying will campos what the HELL