we’re all on here like “heuh huh sans undertale” as if undertale didnt personally take our hand circa 2015 and lead us outta depression fuck our fake asses
Picture of a Mountain Gorilla right before he punched the photographer
The Gorilla mad as fuck lol
oblivion HD screenshot
the photographer is dead
“jealousy is so disgusting” “anger is so toxic” did u know? these are emotions every human has
I’ve always been a fan of an analogy I heard once. Your emotions are like one of the lights on your car’s dash. When one of them turns on, it means you need to check under the hood and fix them. It’s not bad that the light turned on, per se, and it doesn’t always mean something is broken. But what IS toxic, dangerous, and likely to break something, is when you let that light stay on, pretending it’s normal, until that braking fluid finally fails and you crash into someone, or your engine fails completely.
Feel jealous. Feel anger.
Just don’t let it fester. You need to look inside of yourself, find out why you’re feeling the way you are, and bring yourself to a satisfied, stable state of mind. You can look at philosophy, meditation/introspection, religion, or actual therapy, or at least talking to someone about it. You’ll find you’re much more content and happy when you do something about those feelings, and come to some sort of conclusion or resolution.
That is a wonderful way of looking at it, thankyou. Makes me feel better about myself when I DO feel that way.
do you read HP as health points, hit points, heart points or something else? write your answer in the tags, i’m genuinely curious
dark salt and pepper diner
play me 21 consecutive plays of tom jones its not unusual with one whats new pussycat thrown in the middle
John is the cutest lil’ baby omg had to doodle these
(and yes I know John met WV before but I’m too lazy to make another panel)
one of my favorite things about Zelda is just the fact that Nintendo just fucking… hates giant eyes… just… stab giant eyes… do it… that’s the stuff
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
i’m reading a very manly 1950s account of a hunt for el dorado but i’m thirty pages in and the narrator has already described his traveling companion as “handsome” 4 times, “extremely handsome” twice, “exceedingly handsome” once, his voice as “quietly husky” and “a husky whisper,” his fingers as long and deft, his body as “tall and cat-like,” and his eyes as some variation of ice-blue at least three times.
just men being dudes. dudes being pals. it’s great. this is great.
“Ever since he had aimed that gun at my throat, I had liked him immensely. And now I liked him even better.”
oh my god
“I awoke when a beam of light fell across my eyes. Jorge had come into my room carrying a lighted candle.
‘I’m going with you,’ he said quietly.
‘I can’t pay you.’
He smiled. ‘I thought I was a partner?’”
OH MY GOD
according to apparently every adaptation of a search of el dorado, i think we can conclude that maybe the real el dorado was the homosexuality we found along the way
there was actually a small bit cut from the part where the giant statue chases them where they kiss each other. when it cuts to the next scene you can see they had just come out of the kiss
