C'mon make it easy. Say I never mattered.

Hey. Soooo. Uhm. I'm Justin. I'm 23, I live in Texas. I love going backpacking, playing my guitars, and just soaking in the world and all it's wonders. God is love, and love is who we're called to be. Hope you enjoy my blog.

[shiximi]

Mighty Nein - Part 2 > Done for Critical Role and most recently featured in their 10th anniversary trading card collector's box.

[shiximi]

Mighty Nein - Part 1 > Done for Critical Role and most recently featured in their 10th anniversary trading card collector's box.

[thetattedstoner]

When you're not getting the amount of sex you really want

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[feelling-you]

[love-personal]

[dionnesims]

There was this girl. And let me tell you, this girl she was sunshine. Burning the ground beneath your barefeet, light radiating from the very pores of her skin, bright, beautiful, sunshine.   I think I loved her.   She brought warmth to my fingers and toes (she teased me for having extremities that were perpetually cold). Laughed when I told her to fuck off. Held my hand through museums. Never once teased me for pulling her into the night to look at the moon. I swear to god she kissed me like she wanted to make flowers bloom between my lips and   I think I loved this idea of her.   The one where I walk out of the house and into a storm, door slammed behind me, and she comes running out in wet socks and soaked hair, begging me to stay the night. The one where she never makes me feel anything but Amazing, and certainly not Just Human. The one where she is always a personification of sunshine, and not someone with imperfections sometimes too dark to gloss with metaphor.    But this was a love poem, wasn’t it? And so it must go that   There was this girl. She was sunshine. I was lukewarm water. Any warmth of my own I gave her left me feeling ice cold. I know she loved me. But water evaporates in the sun and I couldn’t change my chemistry.

“I don’t trust myself not to make a metaphor of you” // dionne sims (via dionnesims)

[nursepup-deactivated20150910]

this is probably the only sex gif i will ever reblog, because for some reason i feel like it’s more than just sex. i don’t know if it’s how they’re actually looking at one another or the way they can’t get close enough. he’s actually looking at her like a person and not just a sex object.

but then again, it could be all in my head. i mean, this is how i would want it to be. but that’s just me.

[leviathan-supersystem]

so uhhh

was he supposed to do a jump there

or is this like… what they planned from the begining

[the-evil-conservative-deactivat]

Good question.

[leviathan-supersystem]

unfollow me

[the-evil-conservative-deactivat]

Uh, why?

[leviathan-supersystem]

i despise you and your political philosophy and also your blog is terrible?

like i only occasionally blog about politics, but i do very much believe capitalism must be destroyed and global international communism must be established, so like…. why is it confusing that i don’t want you following my blog.

[the-evil-conservative-deactivat]

You may “believe” that capitalism should be destroyed, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t the most successful economic model in human history, and has to led to the most successful civil societies in history. You may “believe” that international communism is “necessary”, but that such a system can’t compete with capitalism is historically evident, that it doesn’t work is well established, and that any citizen with even a half way decent life would reject any proposed decline in their standard of living, through violence, is obvious. I won’t fault you for holding these misguided beliefs as much as you fault me for my correct ones.

[theraddragon]

What the fuck is going on in this post

[ninzya66moon]

[kikuism]

bnha + latin proverbs 

[beggingfortr4gedy]

No Matter What, I Will Live Forever.

Whether there's a God and eternity after or not, in my eyes I will live forever and you might not. There will always be the possibility of outliving you. The chance of you not being there whilst I press on through my eternity. But when I close my eyes for the very last time, I will have either entered into the second stage of existing or ceased to understand or care about time as I knew it. Either way I will or will have lived forever.

[sweetnovember19]

I want your Monday morning sleep soaked eyes dream drenched voice, lazy bones ‘five more minutes please babe.’ I want your Tuesday afternoon coffee break, glasses off, laughter on ‘just hold me for a while it’s been a hard day.’ I want your Wednesday evening fingers through hair teeth nibbling nails neck craning, eye glazing ‘this paperwork never ends’ I want your Thursday night drinks for two bones unbind muscles let loose flats, slacks, ‘just me and you’ I want your finally Friday stretch soul smile, sun sipping light from the glaciers in your eyes fingers unfurl, hand extends ‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’ I want your weekend. your movie marathon Saturday reading by the fireplace kissing in the blankets want your Sunday morning orange juice and pancakes white sheets, tender skin hair like the Fourth of July ‘let’s not get out of bed today.’ I want your ordinary and your stress, rest, release I want your bad day and that terrible night I want you drunk in my arms forgetting the place but never my name I want your lazy and your lonely and your fist full of fight I want you everyday in every way for the rest of my life. - yet unknown writer

(via sweetnovember19)

[killergirll-deactivated20220129]

[weebtold-deactivated20220613]

[egosolus]

[sustancy]

Pre-covid

[thewestcoastwolf]

[uptional]