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babygirl🩵
"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.
And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?
But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.
Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?
What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."
Pulled this from this guy Preston Rakovsky's Instagram (@prestonrack) because it is a beautiful perspective on love, marriage, and relationships in general.
6/19/2026
does anyone have a picture of that beautiful letter to the editorial in which a green lantern fan threatens them with exploding the hqs or something like that
It's so much better than just that
looking at the top ten restaurants on yelp for your hometown will really have you being like damn i’ve never heard of any of these places in my life
the thing about het romances is most of them are sexist so even tho i’m meant to root for them ill spend half of it thinking he shouldn’t talk to her like that
The Bombastic Blue Beetle By character designer, Arturo Miramontes
save me rachel zegler singing fame is a gun at the las culturistas awards save me
file -> phrases that are going to shift something in me forever
Scott McCall
*trying to pitch public transportation to Americans* it’s like a legal form of texting while driving
if i'm a lesbian do i have to listen to carly rae jepsen?
some people will accuse me of gatekeeping here, but the answer is a hard yes
Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.
Here's a Puppy pack edit with a splash of college au. Song: Tonight I might by KATSEYE.
🚨Urgent🚨
As my children and I were getting ready for bed, we heard a commotion and calls from residents of the Al-Salam neighborhood urging us to evacuate.
The occupation forces had threatened to bomb the residential block where my children, husband, and I were displaced. We left our tent and fled into the street in the darkness of night to save our lives😭😭 amidst the screams of children and adults, a mixture of terror and panic gripping our hearts. A violent explosion shook the area, leaving behind immense destruction. 😞
Nothing is the same. 😭😭 Everything is destroyed. 💔😭
The entire place, including the tent, was damaged 💔 Please donate towards its restoration 🙏🍉
💔 Please donate via the link 🙏🍉
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My name is Kristina, I have gotten to know Maryam and her family through Instagram while they have been living a nightmare in their homeland
Plz help me 🙏🙏🍉
Whats the deal with the shambling corpse thats been following us for weeks
my dad is very intensely involved a battle with his city’s public administration over a playground they have tried to forcibly remove like five times in the past 20 years and DID remove once in like 2005 but then had to rebuild because my dad was such a pain in their asses and came through with undeniable receipts of the zoning plan from the 60s/the historic/cultural value of the urban planning…. like there’s a woman in the city office who is his arch nemesis. he is literally the daredevil of urban planning
everyone in the tags needs to stop saying they want to fuck my dad.