Fuck You I'm A Prophet

~Campy and Pretentious~ Grace, 32, white, they/them, bi bro. Sorry in advance for hockey blogging. AO3: wingedgods

[bodies-made-of-art]

Nude at the Window by Paul Paede (1913)

[wintercorrybriea2]

queen latifah, the source (1998)

[broromini]

Sitting in a meeting realizing my background blur filter got turned off and the lesbian erotic framed on my wall is visible 🫠

[leahberman]

poppy field sunset

instagram - twitter - website

[pmamtraveller]

Art Nouveau floor tiles

[broromini]

I keep trying to watch Widow’s Bay but I absolutely cannot get through the opening of ep 4. I can’t do it, I love horror but that party(?) makes me want to pull my hair out. Im not sure I’ve made it past 5 mins. Can I just skip it please say I can just skip it

[sophsun1]

Speed (1994) dir. Jan de Bont

[maxmorkson]

Happy Pride, bite a transphobe today 💙

[smllscallywag]

reblog if the first musical you listened to was not Hamilton

[chelsamander]

[numboars-deactivated20241205]

Gumby did not say that

[beesmygod]

he said this you son of a bitch

[privatejoker]

heal your nervous system with this one weird trick

PRINTS / TIP JAR

[broromini]

Crash needed a friend… so now there’s Nuke!

[calleido]

[broromini]

Working on my ghost novel and getting bogged down by the details (local government politics)

[joshsandersons]

just so we’re clear, there is only one Captain Clutch and her name is Marie-Philip Poulin

[downwithpeople]

you and me are going to outlive this website. you and me are going to outlive everything. one day it will just be you and me

[downwithpeople]

some people have tagged this with their various favourite fictional characters or even worse, their friends and lovers. let me be crystal fucking clear. it’s going to be you. and me.

[broromini]

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of my dad passing. Today I’m laying in bed next to a dog he never got to meet, watching our baseball team and reading a book he would have loved. This morning, I walked on a beach he loved and my mom and I talked about how gross it was the way he would chug cold coffee before leaving for work. Last night, my mom and I spoke for hours with cocktails laughing, and it was almost like he was in the next, listening to us like he always loved to.

I miss him. But I think he’d be happy.