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d0bbyisfre3 · 3 months
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Personally
I think the kiss shared between Loki and Slyvie is a symbolic. For as long as I've taken a liking to Loki, I've felt as if he hated himself. He didn't much less accept himself.
So, I feel like Loki and Slyvie kissing is more like him accepting himself. And begining to love himself. Because Slyvie is Loki. And Loki is Slyvie.
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d0bbyisfre3 · 4 months
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I agree 100% though just like you my entire family disagrees.
"are you a low life?" they ask.
But it's ironic because our ancestors sat on the floor, slept on the floor and even dinned on the floor. Even my parents dinned on the floor because during the 1970's it was rare for families to buy or build a table enough for the entire extended family who joins together for all meals.
But other than that...
THE FLOOR is really somehow weirdly comfortable. It is cold yet makes u feel warm? I don't know, simply lying on the floor whilst watching the tele seems really good too.
But...
I get the icks if the floor's not neat and clean.
do you ever just wanna sit on the floor? like, im not even sad/depressed or anything the floor is just such an appealing place to sit for me rn
my mother disagrees, apparently, because i was sat on the kitchen floor this morning waiting for my food to cook and she gave me such a confused dirty look when she walked in
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d0bbyisfre3 · 4 months
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I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE
I'm sorry, as much as the artwork portraying infps is fabulous. I can't possibly be the only fellow INFP who is severely annoyed by the way INFPs are portrayed to be an ooey-gooey-uwu-hng-and all other pathetically 'cute-Kawai' things when in reality most of us look, fudge-caking dead and are generally feeding on their monthly depression and never-ending anxiety, addicted to coffee(of all kinds), always having dark circles from the peaceful nights of sleep striped away from us because of some reason most of us aren't sure of! to find comfort in writing the most holistic gut-wrenching somehow relatable poems.
They'd have ink stains all over their hands and even smudges of lead if they ever opted to sketch from reality as well.
Yes, I agree that most of us have a soft side to beauty, BUT still! not that "uwu" you know.
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d0bbyisfre3 · 4 months
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kinda does this in order not to cause a misunderstanding just to be the suspect of a misunderstanding because I was "unnecessarily giving the backstory"
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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if someone ever planned to propose to me. I want this ring. GIMME THIS RING AND ILL FOLD.
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I found it HERE
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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IM NOT ALONE IN THIS!! YEASH
My all life is marauders code...HEAR ME OUT:
Listenning to conan gray 🟰 the black brothers.
Listening to maneskin 🟰 sirius and marlene coded
Listening to arctic monkey 🟰 sirius coded
Listening to abba 🟰 james coded
Listening to david bowie 🟰 remus and sirius coded
Listening to taylor swift, tv girl and girl in red 🟰 lily and mary and doecas coded
Listening to yungblud 🟰 barty coded
I CANT LISTEN TO MUSIC IN PEACE AND WITHOUT STARTING CRYING.
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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Amen.
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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YES.
Reblog if ur with James, Remus, Marlene, Barty, Mary and me are a depressed lonely child with crippling anxiety<3
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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Single child trying her best being James Potter for her friends. But, always ends up being associated with Regulus Black
Im an only child but I still manage to relate to Regulus Black
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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I will take my chances. Oh golden 🥔
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d0bbyisfre3 · 5 months
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Does anyone ever just have a critical self identity crisis? One day, you know what you are, you know your weaknesses and strengths. You know your pros and cons, and then suddenly..
!!BAM!!
You no longer realize yourself. Who you've become. What you once proudly identified as your traits now remain so distant. You no longer have a touch; no longer realize yourself??
Anyone here who relates?
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