Whisper Of The Heart - Dir. Yoshifumi Kondo (1995)

dailypsychologyfacts

How much do you know about porn? Ft.  Psych2Go x Christian! 

We share 6 irresistible facts. 

quandebeanfest

DAMMIT I CANT WATCH IT ILL PROLLY DO GOOD THOUGH

heyhosers

vines y’all have been sleeping on aka vines i haven’t seen in comps but still make me happy

darkestelemental616

I’VE NEVER SEEN THAT ASL ONE BEFORE DOES ANYONE HAVE A LINK TO THAT BY ITSELF?

catchymemes

George-Washington.zip

strabius-strawberry

Why is this so funny to me? I think it’s the quick little jumpcuts, and then the reveal feels like a punchline to a joke.

Apollo in his splendour

curlsandstems

Don’t do drugs, ladies and gents. 😂😭😂😭😂😭

turtle94c

“Whats your safe word?”

diaryofakanemem

That part had me weak��😂���😂😭😂😭 

paninimami

“You think I’m in pilates?”😭

trashg0d

“watch ya fingers bootyhole man!!” Lmfaooaoaoaoooo

quietly-islayem

Lol i need to be his friend

southernbitchface

“Every strong man got a sensitive side”

5unflwr

Lmaooooooooooooooooo

pussyprlnt

“Ooo that’s cute”

mysoulrunsdeep

Bruh I love this dude! Why is he getting arrested and is there a link for us to send money to bail him out?

nodsoft

ice cream asks

chocolate: when was your first kiss?

french vanilla: how old are you?

cotton candy: three places you want to travel to?

strawberry: a language you wish you could speak?

coffee: favorite cosmetic brands?

mint chocolate chip: indoors or outdoors?

cookie dough: do you play any instruments?

rocky road: favorite songs at the moment?

butter pecan: favorite songs for life?

cheesecake: what’s your zodiac sign?

toasted coconut: the beach or the pool?

chocolate chip: what’s your most popular post?

bubblegum: books or movies?

pistachio: manga or anime?

salted caramel: favorite movies?

birthday cake: favorite books?

moose tracks: favorites for manga?

orange sherbet: favorites for anime?

peanut butter: favorite academic subject?

black raspberry: do you have any pets?

mango: when and why did you start your blog?

mocha: ideal weather conditions?

black cherry: four words that describe you?

neapolitan: things that stress you out?

raspberry truffle: favorite kind of music?

chocolate marshmallow: favorite brands of candy?

toffee: a card game that you’re good at?

lemon custard: do you eat breakfast?

dark chocolate: turn ons?

fudge: turn offs?

peach: how do you relax?

praline: a popular book you haven’t read yet?

superman: do you like sweaters?

cherry: do you drink tea or coffee?

dulce de leche: an instrument you wish you could play?

blackberry: have you ever laughed so hard you cried?

ginger: a new feature you wish tumblr could have?

blueberry lemon: favorite blogs?

almond: favorite mean girls quote?

butterscotch: what color are your nails right now?

cinnamon: have you ever been confessed to?

blue moon: have you ever had a crush on someone?

cappuccino crunch: do you take naps?

mint: the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done?

brownie batter: do you like sushi?

key lime: where do you want to be right now?

red velvet: do you wear prescription glasses?

green tea: favorite flavors of ice cream?

“I played something about myself. I thought it would be dark, but it was full of light and hope”. Improvisation July 4, 2018 (by Milamai)

I heard goodbye lands softly between the footsteps we’ve taken, and the sunrises that have paused before your name. Sometimes the idea of another day is too much for a smile, sometimes the smell of rain doesn’t mix with the midnight of your eyes. tomorrow will be the softer part of the ache, the skin that only graphs these memories when your complexion fades, but maybe I have touched you too often. Maybe we aren’t meant to find answers, for as long as I breathe, you’re never alone. The world is mostly quiet when we’re alone, faced with certain thoughts I don’t know how to react. the tenderness that once rushed through my face when i first heard your words come to life, i knew that i will love you indefinitely. like the bruises of the night sky when the sun isn’t around, i coat you inside of every metaphor because in some way it means that you’re still here and it saddens me to say that i’ll always keep a photo of you close by even when you were to shy to take them yourself. The world is mostly quiet when we’re alone, faced with certain thoughts I don’t know how to react quick enough. the joy that once bled through your veins and showed me that love doesn’t have to mean sex, it can mean a conversation that’s held in high regards. i’ve learned that people who really give a fuck about you, they carry a certain vibe and you can feel it. The world is mostly quiet when we’re alone, faced with the reality that you never made it home– I wonder about the blues that played inside of your head that night I left you alone. how terrible to be surrounded by your own guilts and flaws, you danced to the whims of maybe, just maybe this time– things will work out. I don’t know how I’ll make it through this without you. The world is mostly quiet now. Home is mostly quiet now. You are still loud enough for me to hear through all of this silence that they have whispered into my ears– I’m afraid to leave you alone even when I’ve yet to make it home myself. I wonder if you stopped by our favorite spot or listened to hours upon hours of your favorite songs before you wrote those letters. The world is mostly quiet now and I don’t know if I want to sleep on my bed tonight. The stars have kept us company for many moons– tonight is not any different. The only thing that is missing is… you.

Improvisation for my mother. Happy Mother’s Day! ♡

“feeling my way through the space
left unanswered, left unscathed—
feeling my way through remorse
and regrets, left unplaced, left unlaced—
hearts tied to barbed wires,
art torn down between the walls
that we’ve worked so hard to build.
you left the city in flames,
i watched every brick break apart
like hands reaching for divine intervention—
this is not conventional, was it intentional?
feeling my way through my thoughts
left unmasked, left under the stars—
how many ways are there to reach heaven?
how many sins do i need until hell rejects me?
words are soft, love is softer. hold me now—
love me tender, longing like the stretch of
the sky aiming for repentance—
this was not my intent, to love you.
this was not my intent, to hurt you.
this was not my intent, to betray you.
this was not my intent, to miss you.
this was not my intent, to hate you.
the clouds look pretty tonight,
it’s as black as coals rubbed under
my eyes to cover up the bagginess—
if there was such a word to describe you,
left to the sea, left to the mountains,
left to the letters, left to the apologies.
this wasn’t me. that wasn’t you.
it was us, wasn’t it? that was our intent,
to measure the length of space
with our smiling lips leaving,
to hold up the weight of time
with our dying laughter—
if we’re all living to die and
dying to live— i will always
remember lyrics from one of my
favorite songs where he writes
and she says: I thank God at least
I got to know what love really was,
but it hurt me to see what true love
really does.”

cashcutie

born to be mild

babyferaligator

*mediocre guitar solo*