âYou know what Iâm so hyped up for? Suicide Squad. Damn it. Why canât it be August 5 already?â
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âYou know what Iâm so hyped up for? Suicide Squad. Damn it. Why canât it be August 5 already?â
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zolawtf:
Sitting at the table surrounded by buckets of paint and the occasional person walking up, Zola rested her head on the palm of her hand and lowered her sunglasses. Selling paint wasnât the highlight of her week, she didnât even know who to spray once she finally got hers either, but it was a part of Greek Life. If she ever wanted to make it out of being a pledge, getting initiated into Kappa Kappa Gamma, and becoming the Social Chair she would have to sit through her duties as a pledge and pretend sheâs not miserable. âRemind me why I thought it would be a good idea to sign up this early? No one is even buying paint yetâŚâ She groaned not being able to hide her true feelings about the situation.
Carmen didnât quite see what the hype about the paint war was all about. It didnât feel as interesting as going to an actual place for paintball. At least, that was her perspective. Standing away from those who were already in line, she just decided to watch for now, feeling quite lazy instead of energetic. Maybe later sheâd join, but not yet. Hearing somebodyâs voice though, she turned her head to it before pursing her lips and shrugging. âI donât know. I think thatâs more of a question you should ask yourself. âYeah... Canât help you there, except maybe suggesting making this idea fun.â
vittcs:
âiâm proposing an experiment. iâm gonna bounce this ball repeatedly against the wall, and see how strongly i need to throw it until it bounces back on my head and knocks me out for the day. i have three exams today, and iâm not even close to knowing anything. so thatâs how my day is going.â
âOr you could just ask someone to knock you out. Itâll probably be more painful though. It must really suck to be you, but good luck still.â
maverickmerlott:
âFuck this is some nasty shit. Iâm not normally one for quality control, but this is something from the seventh circle of hell. Safe to assume iâll either be dead shortly or lit af. TGIF and poor choices.
âIf it tastes so bad, why keep drinking it? Then again, Iâd be doing the same thing. Here, let me have a sip. Sharing is caring anyway.â
bbyhailey:
âIâm trying my best to keep smiling and be nice to everyone even when some asshole comes over and spills coffee onto my favorite leggings. If thatâs not considerate enough for you, I donât really know what is.â
â...--At least youâre trying? Not sure what I could say about this though. Did the dude even apologize? Because if not, he definitely deserved to be yelled at.â
*.:・⌠â â â snapchat; all contacts
wtfmona:
MONA: okay but listen to this MONA: sleeping is pretty wild MONA: we have special hours of the day where we go unconscious for about eight hours and hallucinate, we have special sleeping clothes, and a special place where we pick to be unconscious.
CARMEN: noah fence but i..... CARMEN: stopped reading after hours
fckngenevieve:
âLearn to control your fucking children or you wonât even have any recollection of having them once Iâm through with you! Yeah, thatâs right, keep running!â She growled through clenched teeth, her hands gripping paper towels that she used to blot up the spilled coffee that now stained her incredibly expensive dress. Her hazel orbs darted towards the nearest person, allowing a loud huff of air escape her lips. âLong story short, cildren start to cry when you throw their ice cream cone on the ground all because they kicked the back of your chair one too many times, thus spilling your coffee and ruining your brand new Valentino dress. Whops, Iâm not fucking sorry. Those little shits are lucky they came out unscathed.â Her rant was honestly into no one in particular, she just felt the need to vent it out in a rather rude tone, more to hear herself than anything.
At the story she was listening to, Carmen could only roll her eyes and shake her head. Sure, she could be an ass at times, but not when it came to people who were around the age of being in middle school and under. While high school students were a different story for different situations. The one she was staring at though obviously didnât seem to be considerate of others. âAw, boo fucking hoo. Youâre lucky the mom didnât complain about your ass when you started giving out threats,â she grumbled before wiping up the tables. She hated those who bullied anyone younger or couldnât stand up for themselves, so she felt like she had to say something about it. âYouâre also lucky the kid didnât bite you because at that age, I would have, but then again, I guess ruining your clothes is good enough.â
frickwesley:
âOkay, great, do you hear that volume youâre speaking at right now? Letâs try that again but like⌠ten decibels lower. Quieter. Or, better yet, you can stop talking entirely and give me a cigarette because I lost my pack at a party last night and now my head is pounding.â
Rather than listening to him though, the blonde only spoke much louder. âIâm sorry! What was that? I couldnât hear you!â she practically yelled before smirking. âIf you wanted me to be quiet, you should have said the magic words.â
wyattrhds:
âAlright, tell me your best joke. And I know itâs tempting, but it canât be the chicken one or the orange one. Those arenât even good puns.â
âChicken one? I donât think Iâve heard that before, but alright. Knock knock.â
gdiscout:
â so, as i was walking to bio, some random guy just smacked my ass so i thought it was only fair that i smacked his face. funny how the one day i even kinda felt like going to class, some perv makes me late. but fuck it, you know? might as well just skip again. â
âIâd do the same thing, honestly. I donât see anything wrong with skipping though. Mind if I join you?â she questioned, her head tilting to a side before she could cross her arms.
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CALVIN: so my gym introduced a no phones policy :)
CALVIN: so i gotta move gyms bc how else do i take shirtless selfies w/o looking like a beg...lol
CAVLIN: id have to actually work out and we all know that i cant hack doing too much of that
CARMEN: wtf there's a gym with that sort of rule?? i'd cry tbh.
CARMEN: okay maybe not cry, but i'd be sad bc how else am i supposed to wait for people if i can't listen to music or watch stuff?
duhzach:
â i honestly canât believe the amount of girls i caught doing the walk of shame across campus whilst trying not to get caught . i mean itâs kind of hard to not stand out when youâre covering yourself with only your clothes whilst running . âÂ
âIf youâre going to keep talking about this, I suggest walking away right now before I just kick your ass and Iâm sure we both know you wouldnât want to be embarrassed that way. Although, I wouldnât mind it at all.â
I am a firm believer that you can have the body you want, only to the extent that youâre willing to work for it.