yeah my pronouns are they/might be giants
RMH

pixel skylines

ellievsbear
Not today Justin
EXPECTATIONS

Kiana Khansmith
art blog(derogatory)

#extradirty
Sade Olutola
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Today's Document

shark vs the universe

JVL
we're not kids anymore.
tumblr dot com
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON

if i look back, i am lost
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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yeah my pronouns are they/might be giants
Original handwritten lyrics, Psycho Killer by Talking Heads, c.1975.
david byrne tryna figure out how the fuck u spell "qu'est-ce que c'est":
i ❤️ homoerotic horror novels
"I don't care how dark the world is for you. I'll hold out my hand until you find it, and I won't let go."
ig: @j0anko
Thomas: I would die and kill for you. I would rip my heart out, gouge out my eyes, tear my organs apart and rip the flesh off my bones with my bare hands if that's what you wanted.
Andrew, sad asexual: Yeah but you'd want to fuck me too.
i'm going to [remembers suicide jokes have a negative impact on my mental health] be unwell, gentlemen. quite unwell, i expect. and i don't know for how long. a week? no, two. perhaps... perhaps more
아주 오래전부터 좋아해왔어
hazelthorn 🖤 can’t wait for y’all to be able to read this one
on a scale of Victor Frankenstein to Laurie Lennox-Hall, how well are you dealing with the creature you made?
YES RIOT GAMES COOKED ME A HOT DRAGON MOMMY (this cinematic makes me cry so hard actually)
wake up babe, riot dropped a new yuri ship
Backgrounds from “The Bird and the Clock” painted by Mabel Ye.
Don't be caught unprepared! Get your tabs in order!
hours after being bodysnatched by an alien virus, your hijacked body flies itself across the Atlantic ocean to be molded into the shape of a stranger's fantasy. your body approaches the stranger. the stranger screams at you. she hurts you. she sends you into cardiac arrest. eventually, when it suits her, she fucks you. she asks you about your real life; your mouth gives careful, palatable answers. mango ice cream. a former partner, their gender withheld. the wig on your head smells like her house. "you're mine," she says, eyes wild, and your body agrees. that's all it knows how to do anymore.
Carol may actually be some of the best lesbian representation ever. Like on a serious note it's amazing how her sexuality is very center to who she is and her motivations, without it being the main focus of Pluribus. (Not to mention I love a queer story that isn't all about coming out) But on a less serious note holy Uhaul omg.
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3