2020
YOU ARE THE REASON

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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$LAYYYTER
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@caladari
2020
Where is Dari now?
I paint things.
You can find all my work on Instagram: daricalamari
I also have a website. daricalamari.com
Still cute.
oh hey tumblr! we go way back.
Just a reminder that even though I don’t post on here, i still have an IG and I Snapchat daily.
I ALSOOOOO have a website/blog where i write about travel and other random shit.
Most recently, my 22 goals for 2017
www.daricalamari.com
Instagram and Snapchat: DariCalamari
daricalamari everything bruh
Describing My Sexuality:
Person: So, do you like girls, or guys? Me:
2/12/16
I half a few more months to go of this military thing! and i can. not. wait.
i just painted my toenails blue.
i’ve applied to school in VA and i’m waiting to get accepted, if i do i can apply to get out even earlier.
i’m going to new orleans in 2 weeks.
i’m making plans to go to colorado.
my ex and i are friends. we talk every day. so that whole thing is good. they wasn’t lyin when they said time makes things better. i was a little skeptical on whether or not i’d be okay and look at me being okay and shit. life goes on.
i drank too much wine last night
i snap just about every day. snapchat: daricalamari
IG: daricalamari
I’m making/I’ve made a website that will be a blog/journal/collection of my ramblings
it’s daricalamari.com
that’s all
Don’t lie to your doctor about being a hoe
For real though, they’re just there to make sure your hoe ass can keep on hoeing. Tell them you’re a hoe. They’ll help you become a HEALTHY hoe.
Reblogging. Untreated STDs can kill you. And not just HIV. Shit like chlamydia can cause full blown sepsis.
Remember kids, if you’re gonna hoe, hoe responsibly.
i’m single again
the boy and i have been together for 4 years and we are together no longer
it’s been a month
he broke up with me
it’s been the toughest month of my life nestled in what was already the toughest 3 years of my life..emotionally speaking.
i know this feeling is only temporary but i wish it would be gone now. i mean, it’s been a whole month! i know it takes longer...
it wasn’t bad or spiteful or messy but it wasn’t mutual.
Irreconcilable differences
this is my first relationship and therefore my first break up and i truly think i’d be able to handle this better had it happened at 17, 18 or 19 like most people.
im okay though. i have good days and bad days. tonight i’m having beer for dinner if that’s an indicator as to which type of day this is.
the world keeps on spinnin.
anyone with breakup advice out there holla at me.
life is so much simpler when you stop explaining yourself to people and just do what works for you
I needed this.
A little something for Bisexual Visibility Day. Follow SexEdPlus for more stuff like this!
hey guys
just in case you care
i made a snapchat :DariCalamari
of course i’m still on IG : daricalamari
and i made a couple of videos on good ol Youtube as well
i’m too lazy to link em but at least i let you know!
:)
Write something every day. It doesn’t matter what. Inspiration will come through this action, I promise. Now repeat it to yourself while I repeat it to myself. Write about anything. Write about everything. Doubt that you have it inside of you? No. Never. We haven’t even discovered all the worlds we hold inside. The lifetimes and the stories and the thoughts and emotions swirling around becoming a tornado that will destroy us if we don’t let it loose in a field of blank paper. Kundera writes about this so beautifully. How we all carry these invisible worlds around, he says, and when someone walks through our door they bring all of that with them, and when they leave whole worlds leave too. If this is true, then we have endless material. Stop writing for everyone else. Write for yourself and your need to write. Write for the love of writing. Write for the thoughts trying to scratch their way out of your body. Write because you understand something and you want to scream it out and write because you don’t understand at all and it’s sad or it hurts or you think you can write the answers. Write stuff you’re proud of and stuff you think is shit and then rip the shit apart and make it better, or let it rest and count is as a stair step to bettering your art. Stop letting your worst dictate your best. Stop telling yourself you have to be in the mood or the perfect setting. If I am learning anything this summer, it is that I cannot wait for perfect conditions. Write when you’re tired or bored or about to start another episode of some show you’ve already been watching for hours. Turn the music off or up or change it. Write when your thoughts are a pressing weight on your spirit and write when you’re so content you’re singing. Write to keep writing alive. But good god, if words are in your blood, you must write.
I needed this.
Remember white people, according to black people all white people are mayonnaise colored.
you put mayonnaise on your arm to prove to us that you’re actually the color of sliced ham…
Do you know why I am pinker than usual?
I’m also 75 percent Native American as well as European… Now you’re the racist one.
your bio says you’re half native american. what is the truth? and explain your calculations, because with 25% sliced ham and 25% mayo, you look like 50% sandwich
FIFTY PERCENT SANDWICH I AM DECEASED
Lmfaoooooooo I laughed toooooooooo fucking hard
sonofthehulk kingrico13 glorifythestars
Lmaooooooo
My God
I don't know if I 'm in a giggly mood or what, but I'm laying in bed about to fall asleep and I laughed audibly at this for two minutes . Like real laughter, not just a side smirk. Whew.
Here’s the first installment in my #BYEBIPHOBIA series:
STOP PROVING YOUR SEXUALITY
reblog to spread some bi positivity! ✨
Hitting the nail on the fucking head here!
This is absolutely perfect.
Non-problematic fave: Matt McGorry.
He’s a gem
He’s officially hubby now.
Beautifully said.
i spent the past hour watching youtube videos on breastfeeding tips
is this the epitome of baby fever?
i wanna be a mom. but i dont need a kid right now.
i mean i could do it but i always said i wanna travel abroad before i have a kid. but when am i going to travel abroad? i did look at flights to paris though. we could do that. that’d be fun.
but i digress.
i have no intentions of crating a life right now. that’d be no good. im here by myself. no boo. no family. no friends. what i look like a 9 month preggo lady living on the 3rd floor working night for 3 months at a time with no one to rub my feet and bring my cupcakes? not gonna happen.
i know theres no time limit really, well until you’re like 45 and even then it’s still doable. but im not even 30 yet. why am i stressin? probably cause my birthday is next month. and babies are so damn cute.
i just need thursday to hurry up so i can go on leave and go hoome and be around the constant rotation of babies there. i need a baby fix.
my nephew is...7 months old? my baby cousin is 4 days younger than him. and my other baby cousin is a year and some change older than those two.
i want a baby.
i don’t need a baby.
*drinks moscato*
Rape Escape
Easy and very effective
Requires nothing but your body
Includes attack
Very useful to know, pass and share please.
Worth watching
I don’t mean to impose a personal favour on you guys, but I really would like to ask that everyone who follows me reblog this.
I don’t think I made it very clear but last month I was sexually assaulted by someone who I thought was my friend (I don’t want to talk about it don’t ask), and it’s… really fucked with my head.
Had I known this a month ago I would have been able to get away.
So, essentially, I’m really pleading with you to reblog this so everyone who follows you doesn’t get stuck in the same position I was with no way out.
I mean again I don’t want the point of this to be my sob story or whatever but if you could reblog this it would seriously mean a lot
I watched it. You never know...
any time i’m scrolling on social media and a lovely lady starts talking about period stuff and cramps im like man that sucks girl but i know what you mean
and now all i want to do is make a post about this heating pad and these cramps and this INSTANT bloating and how i feel like a beluga whale and i havent even started bleeding yet and it’s lie a tease like hurry up and start already so you can finish and omg my bf is coming this weekend and it’s taking FOREVER to start and i just want a girl to be like yeah girl i know exactly what you mean and i see you over there
solidarity
period shit ain’t fun (literally, and period farts?! anyway this ain’t about that) and sometimes you just want to express it
woosah