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People have sex. People don't have sex. People like sex. People don't like sex. It's fine!
I promise you, sex is not a big deal as it might seem at times. It's just another random part of life, or not, and it's fine!!!!
Skam is a show made for younger humans than me, and so I get how sex might feel like this monumental thing, but I promise you, it's not.
If you do it or if you don't.
It blows my mind how people hold to that part so tight on both sides of the matter. People who want to see it and people who would rather die than see it.
I don't need to see Ivan x Lovro being intimate, I'm not against it either. I don't care if they have sex or not.
My main problem is that these boys have barely talked in the (very) few clips we had of them. Of those clips, there are even fewer of the two of them being happy/on the same page. I loved the line where Ivan said they share everything because it was the cutest thing, but my guy!!! I doubt you know your boyfriend's birthday or favorite food.
And what's more frustrating is that they seem to have chemistry, the actors seem to understand their characters really well, and we just don't see it :)
Skam Albanian version
If you see beauty in something don’t wait for others to agree
"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Në supin tim papritur erdhi te ulej një flutur,
Një sup të tillë kjo flutur ç'pati që zgjodhi?
Të thuash se ishte një sup i bukur,
Gjepura! Kjo duhej të ndodhte dhe ndodhi!
Shumë gjëra s'dime pse ndodhin në luftë a në paqe,
Për shembull, s'të zuri mes luftrave plumbi,
Në paqe të vjen njē grerëz, me thumb të thumbon në faqe
Dhe ti, që s'vdiqe nga plumbi, vdes një ditë nga thumbi...
❤️ #sram
E lypsit, që trokit nga dera në derë, diku ia falin ndoj send, diku i thotë zoja e shtëpisë: s’kam besa – dhe lypsi atëherë asht i butë, shkon tue mbajt mend këtë derë, me ardhë ndoj ditë tjetër.
Por at "zoti të dhashtë" lypsi s’e duron, s’don ta dëgjojë. Ai e din mirfilli se ç’do me thanë "zoti të dhasht'". Edhe atë, i cili përcjell me këto dy fjalë, ai fillon ta mnijë. Kurr ai s’i ka ndamë këto dy fjalë njenën nga tjetra. Kudo që dëgjon fjalën "zot", ai pa dashje ia shtonte atë "të dhashtë" dhe në tru të tij u krijonte diçka që s’kuptohet e që mnihet. Se ai ishte i sigurt se "zoti të dhashtë" do me thanë tallje.
bring small comforts with you everywhere you go. most don't need to be physical items: when feeling uncomfortable or anxious, slow down and take a moment to feel the warmth of your clothes around your body; to observe how softly the light bounces off certain buildings; a wild bird grooming itself (imagine its relief); a warm goodbye between acquaintances in the street; take a moment to find the one thing that feels nice (or felt shortly before, or will feel soon) and hold onto it tight, let it keep you afloat. pick the invisible, ripe fruit of gratitude and compassion which grows even in the most hostile of environments
“If the feeling of his teeth and lips against my skin is considered sin, then fuck it, rip the wings from my back and crack my halo over my head because I would rather fall into the flames feeling loved from the inside out Then go to heaven, sorrowful, thinking that I was unlovable”
- My gay ass left unattended with my notes app
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