This is beautiful. And on the topic of sleepovers and kids getting stuck in uncomfortable situations: My mom and I had a code, ever since my first sleepover. I would always call home to say goodnight, and if I asked “How is the cat doing?”, it meant that I wasn’t comfortable and I wanted her to pick me up. I did use this code a few times, and whenever I did, my mom came up with the excuses for me. I was never stuck at a sleepover I didn’t want to be at - and as a child with anxiety and social phobia, this was a great system.
posts like these are the reason i love tumblr
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look at this #gif. this is a being that fear not god, nor fatal wound nor death. in fact he laughs, quiet joyously, in death’s face. he is missing half of his body. he is skewered by an icicle. but does it phase him? no. he has surpassed this world’s simple minded way of life. he has reached mantra. he has removed god from his throne and god was willing
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I have been waiting a whole year to reblog this.
Reimagining classic Superman
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