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the one time you bought me flowers, they were roses. you know my favorite flowers are peonies
i have so many thoughts on love and dating and romance. i posted all of this on my spam account just now and i thought tumblr might have some thoughts on this as well. i post these on here w intent of sparking some sort of discussion. please comment your thoughts!! please reblog adding on!! don’t be too harsh on my grammar please 😞 it’s 2:42 am rn and i am so sleepy!
Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
talking about politics, ai or feminism to people irl will have you feeling like wow you're really going on with your life with your eyes ears brain all shut
im tired of things costing money
once my friend made a drink he called turpentine that tasted like every worst college night out rolled into one and felt like getting whacked in the head with a hammer, and I woke up in my own apartment with my phone wallet keys clothes and absolutely zero memory of the night before, and when I checked my watch I'd walked over 60k steps.
60k steps in the middle of the night in heels for reasons entirely unknown to me. what was I doing. where did I go. where did I come from. cotton eye joe. or whatever.
people are theorizing what happened so here's what I know:
the club we went to closed at 2am and 45kish steps were after 2am, meaning I wasn't still dancing at the club. we got there at 11:30pm. I don't know when we left.
none of us had any charges on our cards or venmos after getting into the club and none of us were missing cash
we all woke up with all our things and no injuries except some bruises (to be expected from a night out)
I woke up smelling like salt water which would make me think I'd ended up in the ocean(??) except my hair was still straight, none of my things were water damaged, and I was completely dry
from our camera rolls we know we were all together until around 4am, but not where we were because they're all too dark to see, which is fucking weird because we live in a city with tons of lights all night
I didn't wake my roommates up when coming home, managed to take out my contacts, cooked mac n cheese, and passed out on the living room floor
me and everyone else who'd been wearing heels had crazy blisters
my friend found a bunch of rocks in his pockets
two of my guy friends were wearing each other's shirts when they woke up (in their separate apartments)
we all got back to our apartments around 6am which we know for a fact because we all texted pictures of ourselves being home safe to the group chat, so being unbelievably hammered didn't stop us from having enough common sense to make sure we were all okay
if we'd been able to sherlock holmes together what happened it'd just be a funny night out but the fact we all have no fucking clue means we have conspiracy theories about it. and we don't let my friend make turpentine anymore.
OP went dancing with the 12 dancing princesses pass it on
everyone go home this guy solved it
Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.
Every morning, I put on my thinking cap and my smartiepants. Unfortunately, there is no shirt that properly proclaims my intellectual abilities, so I have to go tits out
I still remember the first time a man looked at me with pure lust
im lowk turned on at the thought of drinking tn
can i come over, sit on your lap and ramble whilst you look at me with soft adoring eyes and think i’m the prettiest thing in the world?
“It’s spring, you’re young, you’re lovely, you have a right to be happy. Come back into the world.”
— Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle
a tshirt that says I LIKE YOU AND I'M TRYING TO UNDERSTAND YOU
literally said out loud to myself 'i need to do something to calm down and regulate my nervous system' and then opened tumblr.com. like a guy in a horror movie going to check out the scary sound in the basement.