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JBB: An Artblog!
cherry valley forever
ojovivo
I'd rather be in outer space đž
we're not kids anymore.
AnasAbdin
Cosmic Funnies
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
KIROKAZE
almost home

Origami Around

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dirt enthusiast
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

Janaina Medeiros
styofa doing anything
Sweet Seals For You, Always

Kaledo Art
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Rebecca Perry, Beauty/Beauty; from 'Kintsugi éç¶ă'
we're in love, boygenius
me & my dog by boygenius (2018) // letter to an old poet by boygenius (2023)
My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss.
Alex turnerâs love letter to Alexa Chung.
Normal People
Normal People (2020)
Normal People (2020)
honestly some of yâall want a significant other so badly and canât understand why you canât find one, but have no sense of boundaries or healthy expectations of what a relationship is like. in a committed long-term partnership you get left on read, you wait for texts back, and you can forget about each other when youâre busy. sometimes you fall asleep without saying goodnight and sometimes youâre too caught up to text each other before 6pm. thatâs how it is. thinking that you canât be deeply, beautifully in love and still wait more than â1.75 hoursâ for a text back is such an unhealthy and unreasonable expectation of what love is, and you shouldnât be in a relationship if you canât allow the other person to exist on their own apart from you. if youâre projecting your anxieties and insecurities onto a partner who doesnât even exist yet, then you arenât ready for one.
normal people (2020- ) // fleabag (2016-2019) // pink in the night, mitski
Quando diz que parou de escrever e aprendeu a enfrentar seus sentimentos como adulta. Esquece que o papel que te compreende nĂŁo tem idade. Escrever Ă© assinar com a alma teu sentimento no papel. Vc Ă© adulta agora e infelizmente nĂŁo aprendeu nada.
essa ask faz mto tempo mas vc certo (a)
not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you. not to me. not if itâs you.
look: the right people will get it. the right people will see you and appreciate you for the person that you are. the right people wonât require you to dilute, censor, or edit yourself in order to be worthy of their time and affection. you donât need to waste your time on people who are committed to misunderstanding youÂ
Caraca, eu te conheço HĂ MUITO tempo daqui do tumblr, sempre quis me aproximar mas eu morria de medo de vocĂȘ ser esnobe comigo, como os outros. Ainda te acho genial.
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Tem uns posts seus que me definem no momento e por mais que seja doloroso, eu amo ler. Obrigada.
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Tai ou Vinicius? TĂŽ confusa ):
vc tå atrasada né anjo
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their loverâs once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
Everytime I read this it fucks me up more.