[somersetlevels]

Drummond Castle & Gardens in the January snow.  A view resembling embroidered silk.

Sources: Katielee Arrowsmith, HHE

[notpano-deactivated20170912]

[finndamerons-archive]

castle // halsey

[ahkmenrah]

this is still such a good post

[disgustinggf]

[lobotomyallie]

femme lesbians will sink their teeth into you for any reason. sexual frustration, stimming, excitement, affection, horny, happiness- like can we be chill about this or are you gonna bite me for saying you’re pretty??

[lobotomyallie]

out of all the things people added to this post— this tag is the ONLY thing that should have instead been a caption

[virgoasf]

[curlsandstems]

I need this.

[poni1kenobi-deactivated20250915]

Reblogged last year, hoping it comes this year

[jeniferprince]

[trans-ralsei]

[trans-ralsei]

[caughtthedarkness93]

I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.

[gaynfl-moved]

tweets that did get a chuckle out of me

[cryptotheism]

Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.

[orcboxer]

[orcposts]

[memewhore]

[gingerhastoomanyobsessions]

[livelovelacerate]

how do i politely tell someone i want them to fuck me until i cry

[dyke-daughter]

From your knees

[thememedaddy]

[k1nky-r0b0t-g1rl]

@hrsgrl16 you

[ormundshightower]

The Substance (2024) // Shrek (2001) & Shrek 2 (2004)

[ghost-in-the-library]

rest in peace forum thread deleted before its time

[luvwich]

i thought about this for a long ass time and decided on serge lutens "Cèdre"

any st. sebastian fragrance would involve wood - the tree to which he was bound and slain. it's the only element of the material world we can readily associate with his fate, so, here: cedar!

but sebastian's story is not about wood, and despite Cèdre's name, it's not all about wood either.

Cèdre is actually about spice and tuberose (the most mysterious and intoxicating of fragrant flowers). because martyrdom isn't merely a function of arrows and pain and the tree to which you're tied. martyrdom is something rare, sweet, and exquisite, something you're gazing at just out of frame, up and to the left, intoxicating, beyond reach until now — beyond reach except to you, with the warm spice of blood dribbling down your supple torso, yes, you, you beautiful suffering thing, you saint!

[lingormxouple]

[lingormxouple]