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Just follow your heart and keep smiling. 魔女の宅急便 Kiki’s Delivery Service ┃1989

waking up everyday is just like. good morning sun. good morning sky. good morning evergrowing festering pit of primordial rage inside of me. good morning birds

brooo i haven’t even watched this and i’m already fangirling, that’s too adorable goddamnit

Ed starting to fall in love with Stede before they've had a single conversation.

Imho the idea of ‘cruelty free’ products or food shouldn’t mean that nothing died to create it, but rather that anything and anyone involved in the creation process hasn’t been exploited or harmed.

Leather is good actually. Veganism isn’t the end all be all to morality and consumption. The issue isn’t that a chicken died for those nuggets, but that while the chicken was alive, it’s life fucking sucked. Vegan chocolate means little if the cocoa that made it was gathered by child slave labor.

Factory farms, abuses of the people who pick the fruit and vegetables we eat, the focus profit and productivity over all else - that’s the fucking issue here. It’s capitalism folks.

i remember a friend and i used to play around in the cemetery as kids and make up elaborate stories about the people buried there, i still find them pretty nice and not so much creepy

cemeteries aren't creepy they're actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity

SO COLORFUL

it fascinates me that theres (probably) billions of species left undiscovered

that time of the year when you realize the depression isn’t seasonal

idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that's why I'm here.

cracking open a freezing one with people haunting my narrative sounds about right

cracking open a lukewarm one with the nobody

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU