I Love Boosters (2026) Dir. Boots Riley.
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I Love Boosters (2026) Dir. Boots Riley.
So excited for this 😆
One of the hardest things I've learned as an older adult: there won't always be someone there to save the day, sometimes you'll have to cry on your own shoulder, and unfortunately you have to master the art of trying to be there for yourself, without it feeling lonely or isolating, AND no one can ever really be there as good as you can be there for yourself. The saying "if you want something done right", literally applies to everything.
Stillness
As the sunsets on another day
I feel my hearts beat become slower
with every inch the sun becomes lower
I feel the twilight caress my soul
the moon pouring over my face
the night giving it's loving grace
Darkness surrounding me with warmth
brisk air breezing by like a soulmates whisper
telling me it's okay to fall deep
letting me know it's almost time to sleep
I long for the stillness to rejuvinate my mind
I welcome the embrace of the rest I find
All of these elements create this equation
My admiration for midnights sensation
as I, a speck of person on this floating rock
await it's rotation around the clock
eagerly, I hear the evening call my name
like an invitation into relaxation
all of this heavenly creation
this masterful recipe of care
like a beautiful enigmatic feeling of love
the universe has brought us this down from above
darkness,stillness, misunderstood as a fearful sight
if you fully comprehend, you'd know the light
and you'd know it's most visible in the still of night
it amplifies the brightness in all of us
by giving us room to fill up it's space
with illumination from within that it's fostered with faith
to be who we truely are, to shine as much as possible
the sun departs for our pleasure, leaving space for us to see the sunshine within we treasure
Goodnight
Rosas
Mis labios se ven como rosas, no rojas, rosadas Pero suaves como los petalos
qué caigan delicamente Soltándose del tallo
Se bajen despacito con el viento que sopla de los bocas de Los Ángeles
Como yo me caigo por ti Cuando usted me dice hola
Yo sé que con el verano de su amor Mis flores se crecerían con orgullo Para que pueden conocerse a los tuyos
Para que podamos empezar un jardín de amor que nos dará sostenimiento emocional
Un alimentación del alma, llenando mi corazón con calma
Cuando mi piel siente el tuyo es como las vitaminas del sol dándome poder
Siempre me salgo al sol no tengo que esconder
Porque esta estación es lleno de pasión
Un verano lleno de rosas
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time
Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS
I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.
Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.
who the fuck is Madame Zeroni
Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is
Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button
Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her
idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
Because wise, I am.
Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys
It's my 13 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
gently though the water so clear
like a tear, dripping and dropping down my feet
I move with courage towards the station
Ready to take my seat
I've made it to the concrete concourse
I'm moving towards the source
I've brought all the pieces inside me
The ones that became the key to set me free
Through the journey I find my peace
On the locomotive I find release
Until the next challenge I've found my center
Until I arrive the calmness enters
So blue, white, teal, and turquoise
The whooshing and splashing the only noise
This car tracing and racing through the night
Small glimmers of light in sight
On my way to the next stop
So that I can start from the top
the world at night meant so much to you
40 hrs to Zero
Enter and Exit, Everyday, through the door of pause and gray
I feel my conscious slip away, and away, and away, but I'm awake, and it's violent in this wake
Chipping like like a chisel at my desire, making my spirit tire, and suffocating my fire
LIAR. You sold me a dream I couldn't buy, and now I'm renting to stay alive
If that's what you call living, I'm unalive
The illusion, the matrix, the delusion, call it what you want but we are in it, everyone one of us living in a New York minute, nothing slow, no concept of time, just line, after line, after line, after line, repeating the same words no newness to find
This is not a simulation, it IS real, it's time that you face it, it's time that you feel
We're so desperate for a lie, because the truth is to hard to face, understand it's wrong, but we're really in this place
There's no where to flee, you cannot hide, because the change of pace you need starts inside.
If you had 40 hrs to Zero, would you face it, or would you hide?
Soul at Peace
Gentle gusts softly blowing
Ripple through the grass that's growing
Like waves in the ocean, the wind creates that motion
Through the rolling sea of green, through me till I am serene
The Pillows in the sky, creep so lovingly on by
Behind them is the Atmospheric Ocean, the one without motion, so blue
Nothing in site for miles, no stores with aisles
No asphalt with tracks, no book filled sacks
No chairs infront of tables, no problems, no labels
No dollars no cents, No bills due, no rents
No alarms set for 8, No worry, you won't be late
No territory, No Noise, no social life decoys
You're where you should be, no goals required to see
It's not heaven, it's the peace inside of me
And the Piece inside of me, FREE.
Sprinkles on a Sunday
I'm awake, eyes wide open
I gently slide my feet out of bed and onto the floor
Ivory curtains billowing in the distance by the door
I walk towards the cold breeze filling my room
On the balcony sweeping the floor like a broom
The city's lights sparkle, and the drizzle sprinkles
Softly illuminating the skyline with each drop
For a moment my thoughts stop
In this concrete jungle, rain provides Oasis
Baptizing the bustle, sanctifying the hustle
Left with a clean heart, the cities new start
I look towards my nightstand in the darkness
"2:30 am", it's Sunday.
Comfort
I find my peace in the quiet ambiance
Of LoFi music, playing gently in the background, slowly melting the mundane moments of the the daily comotions. Scented candles softly flickering and filling the air with serenity, and fragrance, the scent wafting away the fullness of the thoughts swimming in my mind. I lay in this dimly lit bed that's freshly made and the comforter provides me the space to indulge in relaxation. I lean out the 3rd story window for a moment and feel the cold air of a blissful night; Hearing the sounds of vehicles moving on the street below, rolling by, the street lights shining down on the sidewalk, feeling the silence and calm of the city in the distance that bustles aggressively during the day, but slows down gradually as the evening approaches. This moment though brief makes my mind feel like a cloud empty and floating, no friction or sound, just there. I take full advantage of the time in which my brain and body can be still and float; Float away from all the weight resting on my shoulders and just feel light as a feather and empty as the stratosphere. This is where I find comfort.
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Golden Goddess
Sun setting, gently departing,
She stands in the patio door, gently leaning against the sill, still, and silent
Letting the sound of the waves caress her stress away from her body
With each soft spray of ocean, gently sprinkling away each emotion
She's like art with her silhouette not in motion
Smelling the slowly emerging coolness of night
With each descent of the sun darkening her sight
Calm, cool, centered, the inner peace has entered
With each brush of wind getting stronger and colder
The fire inside becoming a smolder,
The vision of her silence is a thousand words
Like an oil painting, in the Louvre
Her tranquility, like the sunset, is made to move
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