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@bonelotus
This stupid exchange between friends has become a cultural icon.
This stupid exchange
between friends has become a
cultural icon.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
@adriennewantsyoutodrinkwater
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
“omg peoples mental health is so bad they don’t shower??” girl some people have such bad mental health they kill themselves
my rule of thumb for this, for any behavior that you look at and go, "god, how can you not (X)?" is to ask myself: well. how bad would it have to be, for me? how bad would it be before i would stop doing that thing? how bad would i have to feel?
what would have to go wrong in your life, and how wrong would it have to go, for you to stop bathing? to stop eating? to let the garbage pile around you until you can no longer see the floor?
how bad would you have to feel, and for how long, before you would stand on the street screaming at anyone & anything? beating your fists on your head and crying? how bad would it need to be?
do you think there's some fundamental difference between you and people who suffer until their lives are unrecognizable to you? can you face the knowledge that if things went badly enough, you would be just like them? just like them? just like
why the fuck is everything labeled mature content now who runs this app? mormons??????
number theory* diagram
these relationships are always increasing numbers as well. so obviously we need six eleven to mean somethimg
imagine if that's the date it finally happens
Like to charge, reblog to cast
Tried to reblog this post:
but Tumblr refused to let me for some reason.
Anyway, I’ll just show you what I tried to write here:
Also, this is not a hypothetical.
This is a real scenario that is happening now
Which is why people whose brains literally cannot let them lie need a way to hack the meat computer to keep people alive
Everyone in this family is hilarious no notes
#OH. JOE HILL IS A REAL DUDE. #I did think Mr. nashville tenesee was doing a funny lol
I am cracking up so hard bc it lowkey implies Mr. Joe Hills (coming at you like he always does from Nashville, Tennessee) might not be a real dude.
Um no I'm pretty sure those are both switches
Hey. If you need a reason not to end your life tonight, just remember that you’ll never be able to listen to a Slayer song again. Is that really a risk you want to take?
Live on and keep thrashing, you legend. <3
The two most romantic lines in cinema history are "As you wish" from the Princess Bride and "I can fix that" from Holes.
art is just iteration and reiteration and this one single paragraph changed my life
My back hurts
taste too good (ben poindexter x reader)
dex cant seem to stop eating you out.
warnings?: oral (f receiving), fbi dex, short fic 😓.
“dex..please” you whimper.
“please..aw ugh dex i can’t-”
once again, you were ignored.
“can't believe how good you taste” dex mumbles, face buried between your legs, eyes closed.
he had been giving you head ever since he stepped foot in your bedroom after coming home from a mission.
not being able to see, talk or touch you had dex gnawing at his fist whenever he grew hard at the thought of you.
he was so lost in the taste of you, dex couldn’t tell you his own name if you asked him.
your thighs trembled underneath his hands, which were splayed wide, thumbs parting your lips to make way for his tongue.
one of your hands slide down his back to get lost in his greying blonde hair, the other grip the sheets for dear life while dex ate at your center with more enthusiasm than anyone else who has been in his position.
his light stubble burned the inside of your thighs and in the back of your mind, you hope you'll still feel it in the morning.
each time his warm tongue glides through your folds, dex releases a groan into your pussy. your face feels like it's on fire when you grind your hips onto his mouth, gasping and dragging in air like you're drowning.
every roll of your hips causes him to squeeze the meat of your thighs, and when you whimper his name, all desperate for him to stop, his tongue works even faster.
he licks and sucks and moans into your cunt, and when he slides two thick fingers inside of you with ease, you yelp out his name and dig your heel into his back.
“fuk,” he whispers when he pulls his face away to catch his breath.
“dex-” you gasp, his mouth suctions over your pussy again and you gasp. he sucks and flicks his tongue over your clit while his hand pumps steadily into you, curling his fingers, making you nearly scream if it isn't for how fast and hard you're breathing.
“dex- baby plea-”
you struggle to finish your sentence but it doesn't matter. dex knows, and hums between your thighs and works faster, devouring your cunt and dragging your orgasm out of you.
your body tenses and you cry out his name, but he still doesn't let up. not until he cleans up your release with your tongue.
you're seeing stars. you have to be covered in sweat and you probably look insane, with your hair and eyes all wild while you lay there, completely fucked out.
you fight to control your breathing but it is no use, the sight between your legs has you spell bound.
deep green eyes stared up at you, glassy and unfocused before finding you again. dex’s cheek rested against your leg as he struggled to steady his breathing, there was something dazed in his expression, something almost desperate, as though no matter how long he looked at you, it would never be enough.
dex climbs over to rest his body over yours and kisses you deeply.
his tongue licks into your mouth and all you can do is take it. your hands barely grab onto his elbow tha are caged around your face as he whines into your mouth.
the taste of you intoxicates your nose and tongue.
you close your eyes in bliss as dex slowly sucks on your mouth, his one hand coming to softly caress your cheek.
“shoulda never left” he rasps.
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something small because im busy with school 😓
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
chipped
Man, this is such a perfect analogy. “Chipped”… Just damaged enough for it to show at times, but not nearly broken enough to warrant fixing. And so often does the chipped cup turn itself to show its undamaged side.
someone put it in words
i love this. this is a beautiful way of setting out how a lot of people feel
I have seen this post some 50 times and everytime I softly whispered ‘Fuck’ to myself cuz it hits SO close to home
━━╋━ 𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩 💭 .
[...]⠀⠀┄ ⠀ a lonely, socially isolated benjamin poindexter becomes unexpectedly fixated on a small pink bracelet worn by a kind barista. what begins as an awkward misunderstanding turns into the first genuinely warm interaction dex has had in years, when you gifts him the bracelet and treats him with a kindness he doesn't believe he deserves.
❝ including ⠀! ⠀benjamin poindexter. ◟ warnings ⠀! ⠀part 1 of series → part 2, fem reader, yandere dex, fbi dex, fluff maybe? masterlist, english is not my first language 𖹭⠀⠀❞⠀
The bracelet is pink.
That’s it.
That’s the whole fucking problem.
Not you.
Not your smile.
Not the way your voice sounds soft enough to make his chest ache.
The bracelet.
Pink stones around your wrist.
Small.
Glossy.
Translucent under the café lights like little pieces of skinned flesh dipped in sugar.
Dex notices it the second he walks in and then his brain clamps onto it so hard it feels physical. Like teeth sinking into tendon.
Great.
Fantastic.
Another thing to obsess over.
He should leave.
He knows he should leave.
The coffee shop is crowded and loud and smells like burnt espresso beans and wet jackets and somebody’s cloying perfume two tables over. Every sound crashes into him separately instead of blending together normally.
The espresso machine screams.
Silverware scrapes ceramic.
Somebody taps their nails against a laptop keyboard too fast.
A guy near the door keeps sniffling every twelve seconds exactly and Dex notices every single one.
Twelve seconds.
Sniff.
Twelve seconds.
Sniff.
His head already hurts.
He shouldn’t have come here.
Should’ve stayed home.
No. Home is worse.
Home breathes.
Home makes noises at night.
Not real noises. Just settling pipes and creaking walls and neighbors moving around upstairs but his brain stretches every sound open until it becomes something alive. The apartment feels like the inside of a body sometimes. Warm and airless and rotting slowly around him.
So he came here instead.
And now there’s you.
Pink bracelet.
His eyes drift toward it again immediately.
Fuck.
Stop staring.
He looks away.
One second later his eyes slide right back to your wrist.
Fuck.
You’re moving behind the counter, smiling at customers while steam curls around you in pale ghost shapes. The café lights catch against the bracelet every time you move your hand.
Pink.
Pink.
Pink.
His brain starts tracing the movement automatically.
Trajectory.
Distance.
Speed.
The beads hit against your wrist softly every time you reach for something.
Click-click-click.
His fingers twitch against his coffee cup.
Don’t stare.
He stares.
He tells himself he’ll stop after one more second.
Then another.
Then another.
It feels good.
That’s the embarrassing part.
The bracelet quiets something in his head for a second. The noise around him dulls whenever he focuses on it. Like his brain finally found one clean line in a room full of screaming static.
You laugh at something a customer says.
Dex’s eyes jerk upward automatically.
And there it is again.
That smile.
Jesus.
You smile like you don’t know what people are capable of.
Like nobody’s ever bled on your hands before.
His stomach twists strangely.
Look away before she notices.
Too late.
You’re already walking toward him.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Dex straightens immediately in his seat without meaning to. His spine locks rigid. He looks down at the coffee cup like maybe if he avoids eye contact hard enough you’ll leave.
“Do you need anything, sir?”
Too close.
Your voice is too close.
Warm.
Soft.
He can smell vanilla syrup on your clothes.
“No,” he says too quickly. “No, I’m okay. Thank you.”
Weird.
Too fast.
You definitely noticed that.
Your eyes narrow slightly.
“Then why do you keep staring at me?”
There it is.
He fucked up.
Heat floods his neck instantly.
His grip tightens around the paper cup hard enough to bend it inward with a soft crunch.
Everybody heard that.
Now everybody’s looking.
Nobody is actually looking but it feels like they are. Feels like the entire café just turned toward him all at once.
Creep.
Weirdo.
Psycho.
His heartbeat starts slamming too hard.
Say something normal.
Normal people know how to do this.
“Well— I—”
Jesus Christ.
Spit it out.
Your expression shifts slightly.
Not angry.
Guarded.
Like you’re already preparing yourself to leave.
That feeling hits him somewhere ugly and soft inside his ribcage.
“No, it’s not—it’s not like that,” he says quickly.
Too quickly.
Now he sounds defensive.
Good job.
You made it worse.
“Then what is it?” you ask.
His thoughts jam together immediately.
Words never come out right when people are looking directly at him.
Too many things happening at once.
Your eyes.
Your voice.
The noise in the café.
The smell of coffee.
The bracelet.
Pink.
Focus.
“It’s just your bracelet,” he blurts out finally.
You blink.
“My bracelet?”
“Yeah.”
Too blunt.
He should explain more.
Why can’t he ever fucking explain things correctly?
“What about it?” you ask slowly.
He notices your shoulders tightening slightly.
You think he’s lying.
You think he’s dangerous.
Maybe he is.
The thought flashes through him fast and cold.
No.
Stop.
“It’s just…” His throat feels tight suddenly. “It’s a nice color.”
Silence.
God.
That sounded pathetic.
A grown man staring at a waitress because of a bracelet.
You’re definitely gonna walk away now.
Instead your eyes widen slightly.
“Oh.”
Color rushes into your cheeks almost immediately.
Dex stares before he can stop himself.
Pretty.
The thought arrives sharp and sudden.
Too pretty.
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