itcuddles:

dog trying to save fishes

my heart

Dogs are better than people

He’s not trying to save the fish, he’s instinctively trying to bury the fish so he can save it for dinner later.

Final Fantasy VII - Green

I was trying to sign in to a student profile for the first time in like three years to order transcripts but couldn’t remember my password, so it asked me some security questions

one of them had the hint, “my ff7 ot3” and i was like

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"sephiroth/zack/cloud"

"Welcome back to your student profile!"

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If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.

My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

beyondleftbehind:

A famous explorer once said, that the extraordinary is in what 
we do, not who we are. I'd finally set out to make my mark; to
find adventure. But instead adventure found me. In our
darkest moments, when life flashes before us, we find something;
Something that keeps us going. Something that pushes us.

jean-huh-kirschnickerdoodle:

being a capable writer:
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having the urge to write:
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having a list of fic ideas:
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having new ideas get in the way of old ones:
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not having the inspiration/motivation to write:
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Conclusion; Jack Sparrow is my creative mind:
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Applying for jobs is one of the most demoralizing fucking things.

"The future of our land depends on those who are truly free."

i want a word for the almost-home.

that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.

what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
comfortably exhausted?

i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.

give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.

i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.

there and back again, n.m.h. (via anoraborealis)