We Are the Crystal Gems
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Song: I Will Wait
Album: The Book of Life
16,756 plays

jenimation:

so The Book of Life has a Mexican mariachi version of “I Will Wait” by fucking Mumford and Sons

this movie is a cinematic masterpiece

posted 7 hours ago with 4,177 notes via ballisterblackheart
#oh my god
Anonymous


Pearl is the most radical gay bird

Yes

posted 8 hours ago with 10 notes
universepearl:

dance-like-a-tree:

universepearl:

[ check out this science lesson *guitar rift* ]

What is going on right now



I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

universepearl:

dance-like-a-tree:

universepearl:

check out this science lesson *guitar rift* ]

What is going on right now

I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD

posted 8 hours ago with 73 notes via universepearl
Anonymous


Aw ye Pearlcest

Pearlcest fuck yeh

posted 14 hours ago with 6 notes

universepearl:

[ my otps ]

I fucking can’t believe

posted 14 hours ago with 130 notes via universepearl
universepearl:

[ kickflips into space ]

the only ship anyone really needs

universepearl:

[ kickflips into space ]

the only ship anyone really needs

posted 15 hours ago with 34 notes via universepearl

stealthboy:

cool thing: headcanoning pearl with ocd/anxiety

uncool thing: saying that pearl “is so ocd” as a joke

posted 15 hours ago with 76 notes via sweggie-bro

veganweedsoup:

nonmono-perspective:

And above we see one of the few non-slut-shaming bisexual jokes ever made in television history.

we have to put our trust in to bob’s burgers, people

posted 15 hours ago with 406,219 notes via queenoftheskeletons
my mirror speaks | crystal-gem-pearl

universepearl:

The processing felt like it took a year to do. The stack of paperwork to fill out made it feel as though she were purchasing something. The doctors with the same aging faces and condescending tones. She couldn’t stand the barren walls. She couldn’t stand the cleaning agent smell that coated everything in the hospital, and how everyone inside were treated like ticking bombs and not human beings.

But they were home now. It was late and her stomach was clenching in protest but food was the last thing on her mind. She was home now. And there was nothing that was going to take her away again. She would make sure of it.

"I tried to keep it as it was when you…—I, uh. I did have an accident. But it was a good excuse to get a new rug! I think it matches the rest of the place well," she babbled in an effort to reduce the tense silence between them. She held her lovers hand as tight as she could without hurting her, unable to peel away from the comforting touch. No matter how changed it was.

The apartment itself was very clean, perhaps cleaner than it had been before the beginning. Coats hung neatly in a row on the wall, and the shoes were tucked away into precise cubbies. She flicked the lights on immediately, then began removing her jacket.

"Are you hungry? I can make you something," she asked.

It felt like decades since she had been taken into the mental hospital. It had only really been a few years, but each day that passed was agonizing. They had treated her like she deserved to be in a prison, instead of a hospital. Like a criminal instead of a patient.

It wasn’t her fault that she did those things. It was her hands that had been caught stained with blood, but her captors never saw who was controlling those shaky hands.

Each visit went by far too quick. In a second, the one person who brought her happiness was gone. She was alone again. Her frequent hallucinations provided the only form of company. 

But now she was home. She was finallhome. They had managed to “cure” her. 

She acknowledged the rug with a small nod. In response to the question, she shook her head.

posted 16 hours ago with 2 notes via universepearl