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Golden Girls was more progressive decades ago than half of America now.
life is hard
Life is hard, life is really fucking hard. I broke down today on the ride to the airport. My roommate was driving, thankfully, so I was able to cry on his shoulder a bit. My roommate is awesome. He's one of the most kind and compassionate people I know. He calls me one of the most honest people he knows, and "that's why I like you so fucking much", he says. I like him too. I've only traveled a couple times by myself, but it's usually quite the adventure. I got lost in an airport in Germany after going through the wrong passport checkpoint. I've had to run between gates and have been the last person sat on the plane. I spent 3 hours at an airport bar talking to one of the most amazing people I ever met who missed his flight and was stuck there for another 11 hours, only to find out my flight was eventually cancelled. I was then booked for the next evening on a flight with a layover. That flight was delayed and lost an additional hour in the air forcing me to miss my connection, subsequently stranding me in the middle of the country. Never had any of these issues when traveling with my ex wife and our kids. I type this as I sit at an airport bar awaiting my third attempt to see my baby dino pup, half a country away. My time with my baby is very precious to me. We've been through an awful lot together, and even though we aren't as close as we once we're, I know we'll both have a special place in each other's hearts. What makes life so fucking hard, though, is tying to finally be myself. Trying to finally live a life free of lying and covering up my true self from others. My roommate says I should not be so honest with everyone. I should hide my sexuality from people for fear of ridicule or retaliation. I can't do that any longer. As my ex wife says, I chose this life. I chose to lie to people and cover up my true identity. I chose to then abandon my life and the people in it and start over. I didn't abandon anyone. Sure I got divorced, but I planned on staying at the house with my family, until my ex told me to leave one day. I then picked up the kids every day after school and stayed with them until bedtime. I fed them and entertained them and I was their dad, until my ex told me I can't do that anymore. I still pick them up, but have to leave when she gets home. It's hard not seeing my kids as much. It's hard not being there for them every day. Sure I chose this life, but I chose it for selfless reasons. I chose it because I couldn't love my ex the way she deserved to be loved. I couldn't be there for her the way she needed me to be. I ultimately chose this life because I forced my ex to change herself fundamentally at every turn. I forced her to conform to me and take everything my way or the highway. That was my biggest fault. My ex wife deserves someone who will love her for her. Someone who will not force her to change anything about herself. She deserves a better man then I ever was. She deserves to be happy. But life is fucking hard. And my life is going to continue being really fucking hard for a long time.
I’ve been dinosaur’d
Happy thumbsucking diaperboy 👶💙😶😗💕💦😉👍👅💖
So cute!
Date night
The Solar System!
bonus Pluto!
Yay Pluto :)
The latest Tweets from HouseDex (@HouseDex). A house of 2 kinky adults with a variety of fetishes, chief of which is daddy Dex's diaper fetish. This is a new account after I closed another DL related one. Boston, MA
Out with the old, in with the new! I changed my twitter account form @DLDex to @HouseDex. Please join me in the new house to stay up to date with my musings.
“Diapered” night in 💕💕
Messing around and had an accident😳
Adorable wetting!!
Adorable!
My wife and I just finished a pretty awesome Lego build! It even moves on its own!
Hot
Love love love baby diapers ❤️💛💚💙💜
Absolutely beautiful
OUR BONDS ARE STRONG…
We have our own language.
If I were to stop you on the street and ask, “are you padded” – you’d have no trouble understanding exactly what I am asking you.
“You heard the crinkle?” you might reply.
“Yep. Cushie?” I might guess.
“Dry 24/7,” you might say. “Gotta have that thickness, bro.”
“Had those in my stash, before my last purge,” I might tell you.
“Going to Teddy?” you’d likely inquire.
Anyone around us who heard that conversation would probably be like: What. The. Fuck. Is. This. Conversation. Even. About?
But we’d get it.
Because we understand each other.
We speak the same language.
We are the only people who do.
We don’t realize that, of course, until we do our first internet search – probably something like “why do I like diapers” – and we finally find out that we’re not alone.
But once we do find out, and we surf the net and realize how ‘not alone’ we actually are, a wave of relief sweeps over us.
Eventually, we begin to make friends.
And, for most of us, at some point we realize that these aren’t just friends - it’s like we have a second family out there.
People who understand us in a way that nobody outside of this community could ever hope to.
Our secrets – and the connection we feel when we finally find someone else who speaks our ‘language’ – is probably why the bonds we make with one another are so strong.
The next time you are thinking about purging, think about how valuable you are to this community, and how valuable this community probably is to you.
Before you deactivate your Tumblr account, or throw away all of your diapers and baby stuff, remember that your pictures, stories, comments, and other contributions to the community probably mean as much to someone as others’ mean to you.
Be proud of who you are, and your role in all of this. That’s what being a part of the #ABDL community is all about.
- Cwis | Abysitter.com
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Taking a break for a while. It's been fun.
This came with my new hair cut apron. Do I have to walk like that when I put it on?
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