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Whenever I see red pandas standing up like that, I imagine them thinking “I’mma getchu! >:3” emoticon and all.
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Why couldn’t Thor’s hammer break Captain America’s shield?
BECAUSE IT WAS MADE OUT OF FREEDOM AND THE DREAMS OF THE AMERICAN PEOPLE
uh excuse me wasn’t it adamantium
no it’s vibranium
you mean FREEDOMIUM
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Anchors are important, or so my companions would have me believe. They keep you grounded and give you a foundation to add to or build upon in order to form the person you will “eventually become.” I never understood the importance of weighing yourself down with such clutter. It might seem callous, but being mercurial and having the ability to wander off at a moment’s notice is something I have prided myself on for the majority of my adult life. I never wanted to tell anyone my whole story lest it create tethers from which I would be unable to free myself from, hence my status as a wallflower and people-watcher.
Romance, true romance, is a foreign subject. I understand that people give themselves to others out of choice, but always balked at the idea of doing it myself. Now it’s happening without my consent and it is a petrifying thing indeed. Small gestures like a hand rubbing the back of my neck during a long drive or a quick glance filled with desire shot in my direction when my body curves just right make my heart flutter. At the same time, it feels like my feet are slowly being filled with lead. Reminders that life is riddled with breathtaking impermanence rear their ugly, beautiful heads and a quiet desperation to greedily hold on to whatever my small hands can clasp washes over me.
I can’t hold on to everything and it breaks my heart.
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napoleon bonaparte
more like napoleon BORN2PARTY
