Marysbisexualhaircut➡️ WaywardDyke ➡️ devpatelloreboydyke
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

oozey mess
Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins
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if i look back, i am lost

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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Stranger Things
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Marysbisexualhaircut➡️ WaywardDyke ➡️ devpatelloreboydyke
Listening to songs and thinking about something the songs aren’t about
sorry i cant talk rn im busy thinking about how i should have done everything differently
I need to stop ruminating
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
Let’s do this.
does anyone else miss castiel and dean winchester
from that one show
Just fyi, the title is a quote by James Baldwin, but the poem is by Nikita Gill.
I shared the source of Baldwin's quote here. It's from an essay that he started writing after Kwame Ture, then still known as Stokely Carmichael, had his passport confiscated by the US government in 1967.
I also share the poem there. Nikita Gill wrote it in 2024. You can find her on Tumblr as well, @meanwhilepoetry
Here's a transcription (copied from my previous post):
"Every bombed village is my hometown" - James Baldwin And every dead child is my child. Every grieving mother is my mother. Every crying father is my father. Every home turned to rubble is the home I grew up in. Every brother carrying the remains of his brother across borders is my brother. Every sister waiting for a sister who will never come home is my sister. Every one of these people are ours, Juist like we are theirs. We belong to them and they belong to us.
americans are sooo desensitized to guns and sometimes it manifests in ways that affect your media literacy. like remember in the first episode of sherlock when john watson opens up his drawer and you see a gun in there and youre supposed to understand that this is narratively significant and conveys his suicidality as well as his willingness to skirt rules and laws but the first time i watched it i was like oh well theres his desk gun. lots of people have those
Supernatural undeniably and irrevocably took a turn for the worse when Sam and Dean stopped impersonating college students and priests and repairmen and stuck solely to impersonating the FBI
i need increasingly elaborate and implausible cover stories. i need the bunker stocked with a costume closet. i need dean to impersonate a struggling musician to get backstage at a haunted concert venue and end up actually having to play the saxophone
early season 15 is so fucking funny because sam and eileen are quiet bright smiles and hesitant but sweet touches. and dean and cas are going through a messy divorce.
these are all from the same scene
characters who try so very hard to look like a Bad Boy™ and fail spectacularly bc their heart is just so so big are everything to me actually
problematic will to live gap
I will those days when Tumblr was my real life
I think that if you asked Shaggy what his gender was he'd say "you're, like, livin' in a prison of your own creation, man" and then eat a huge sandwich in one bite
Gulmp.
I love this relationship so much