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“don’t make me hurt you” “don’t make me laugh“
Heartstopper Netflix Adaptation Announced!!
So…… here it is. I have been dying to share this with you for a long long time. Heartstopper is coming to Netflix as a live-action TV show!!!!!! Written by me, directed by Euros Lyn, produced by See-Saw Films! WE ARE GREEN LIT!!!!!
https://deadline.com/2021/01/hearstopper-netflix-alice-oseman-order-euros-lyn-1234676286/
Just thinking about people making year-end summaries of their accomplishments and also about reasons to keep yourself alive through the next year. Sorry, it’s a bit of a sappy comic.
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zac efron on the verge of tears after eating pasta is both extremely relatable and also incredibly sad
Hollywood is so toxic with men's "body goals". Society is so toxic with men's mental health. This is heartbreaking to see. I really hope we change the view point of these things.
Zac Efron’s show is an accidental documentary over one man’s lifestyle deprogramming. Almost every episode ends with him having some kind of revelation over just how fucked the culture he belonged to is and relearning what normal living is like.
Rich person nepotism and poor person nepotism are not the same.
Rich person nepotism is “I’m going to suggest my son for this entry-level position that comes with a $45,000/year starting salary even though he’s completely unqualified, or I’ll ask my coworker to just make up a position that doesn’t exist yet so my son has something to earn a wage doing.”
Poor person nepotism is “I’ve been working at this Starbucks for a year, if you need some extra cash I can ask around to see if any stores are hiring and you can use me as a reference, there’s usually someone within driving distance that needs a new barista for a few of the shakier weekdays.”
for some reason i think about you loudly. like i’ve thought about just about anything under the sun. i’ve thought about how hungry leaves look right before a storm. i’ve thought about hands and the structure of holding and how when we look at someone, in some way, we are holding them inside of us. i have thought about how when people leave your life, they also leave behind broken habits - not just their habits, but the shared habits of inside jokes and meeting spaces. i have thought about dogs and fisher cats and how to love without being selfish.
but you are a loud thought. i will be thinking about cookies, or about how tender it is to grow flowers - and i will find myself thinking about you. you swell up and block everything else out. you become the sun. a ringing in my ears, all sweet in its siren, all fluid, all open ache. in the middle of movies, of conversations, of collecting my life, you simply slip in between the cracks. and i am thinking about you again.
i suffer from a disease called “not wanting to work”, and it’s incurable
every time i reblog your posts and tag it with “HFKDKKFKSKGDKHIOSMGKDG” i am actually holding your hand and looking into your eyes tenderly
god 1:1 scale ramen noodle model kit it’s already sold out thoguh
I fucking hate James Tissot’s paintings because in ALL OF THEM there is ALWAYS someone staring right at you, but it’s not always immediately visible. You just feel watched by this mf. Sometimes the little shit is right there at the centre, but others the bastard is just gazing from the distance, it is CREEPY, my guys
STOP STARING AT ME, THIS IS DISCONCERTING AS FUCK
I think this is hilarious. We’ve been caught.
REMEMBER THAT EPISODE WHERE REESE THOUGHT MALCOLM WAS GAY AND MALCOLM THOUGHT REESE WAS GAY AND THEY TALKED ABOUT IT BUT LIKE THIS I’M CRYING
I know I’ve reblogged this and commented before- but my favorite part is that immediately after this, Malcolm is like “so anyway I got you these” and hands Reese some pamphlets about accepting yourself as queer that he got from the guidance counselor, and Reese is like “oh, I got you these” and hands him a grocery bag full of gay porn.