Open-world Tetris

Yo truly! A few months ago I found some vitamins for kids and they tasted way too good so I ended up eating all of em. I’m not sure why all of them, they didn’t start tasting the same before the last 5, but I did anyway. And I would not recommend it, my throat was sore as hell and it hurt to swallow, so drinking water was a painnnnn.

I mean, on one hand, they kinda have to make the vitamins taste good because these are kids and they are really stubborn and will not eat anything that doesn’t taste good daily but ON THE OTHER HAND it’s kinda their fault for making the vitamins so delicious!

why do they make some vitamins taste so good. do they WANT me to take way too much vitamin B 😐

thinking once more about when i sold patches on etsy and someone sent me a pic of their cat in a little denim vest wearing one of them.

12th century church ruins at Aghowle, Co Wicklow

I haven’t quite found anything like it yet

There's a heart piercing feeling inside me I will never find a books that can touch every single part of my soul and not only my soul like did Cemetery of Forgotten Books

Sun

they’re moving. why are they moving? stop it- please, please stop it. it hurts so much. you’re so afraid.

Charizard mega Y

now for the ultimate test. go to this website. set it to randomly generate ONE pokemon. all generations. all types. whatever it generates? thats you as a pokemon forever. what you get is what you get. NO RE ROLLING. now. who are you? i got goomy :^)

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore, “On Writing On Your Own Terms”

[Text ID: “I mean I’m writing to remember. I’m writing to remember. I’m writing to remember.

But also I’m writing to challenge memory. We’re back to the gaps, the places where language stops. Let me in.”]

blood and love blood from my chest, both things red in nature, yet one aims to kill and one to heal, yet which one is it? the red courses through my veins, sating me, making me weak, making me painful, making me sharp. which red is this, the one of hearts anatomical or hearts drawn poorly? which heart aches in my chest, the one i’ve drawn into my flesh, or the one under it, pumping away?