“Bennet’s last two monsters.”
🎨 by @avendell

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“Bennet’s last two monsters.”
🎨 by @avendell
its a cliche but im a slut for when a character is introduced as super chill and goofy and then you later find out theyre chill and goofy because theyre too powerful to be touched. the level 100 wizard whos already figured out everything and is just vibing now. big fan.
RHYSAND
𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ ⋆.˚
boys of tommen getting an adaptation i’ve never crashed out so hard in my life before please cancel it immediately
let me inside ur ribcage i promise i can be trusted in there just let me innnnnnnn
there is a distinct, quiet, aching hollow that forms when you hit your late twenties and realize you have never been the object of someone’s active pursuit. you spend your life waiting to be chosen, only to realize you haven't even been spotted. it does things to your head that you can't just self-love your way out of.
im a different girl every hour u have to understand this
Do you enjoy normal things
no
there is something erotic about irritating a man. i’m really enjoying pissing you off. do you want fuck me yet
sorry i didn't reply i have existence issues
boys of tommen may be one of the best book series i’ve ever read and i’m genuinely not okay about it?? like i finished the last book and immediately felt that weird hollow ache in my chest like someone ripped my fictional lifeline out of me.
i love every single one of them. every. single. one. like okay my found family. the feral attachment i’ve developed??? embarrassing. the fact that they’re not real??? criminal. the way i would sell my soul to be part of their little gang??? pathetic.
i’m literally walking around like a ghost because i miss them so much. can’t think. can’t breathe. can’t function. society does NOT understand my struggles.
and the worst part??? i have absolutely no one to talk about it with. not a single friend who’s read it. not one soul to scream to about the feral loyalty and the trauma and the chaos and the softness and the way they make my neurons light up like it’s a rave in my brain.
at this point i’m genuinely considering starting a freaking diary just to cope. like some 1800s heartbroken maiden writing dear diary, today i missed fictional irish boys so much i almost perished.
i need new books asap before i start leaving cryptic notes in chalk on the sidewalk about how much i miss fictional people. until then i’ll be here, dramatically clutching my chest and whispering why aren’t you real into the void like an unhinged victorian ghost.
all my babies please come back to me
deserve to be cozy in a big man’s lap while i lazily grind against his bulge tbh
currently obtaining an unhealthy obsession over the book series i’m not even done with the second book of, the first two books’ male lead, bulldozing, calling people eejits, edel’s scones, and track nine. thank you, chloe walsh, i’d like to ask for the hand of johnny kavanagh in marriage.
marriage is scary what if he’s not like the guys in the books i read
Congratulations forever to Charli and George - the most beautiful couple of all time
Before we have any sexual intercourse let me see your Spotify .