currently thirsting for Olivia Wilde and her insane bone structure
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

No title available

#extradirty
tumblr dot com
will byers stan first human second

JVL
wallacepolsom

No title available
dirt enthusiast
🪼

blake kathryn

PR's Tumblrdome
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★

Janaina Medeiros
taylor price

Product Placement
Cosmic Funnies
AnasAbdin
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Indonesia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Lithuania

seen from T1
seen from United States
@duchessinprogress
currently thirsting for Olivia Wilde and her insane bone structure
5’10, size 00, redhead, blue eyes, full lips, sculpted cheekbones, a jawline that could cut glass, perfect teeth, and mile-long legs
Officially a size 2
Tried to make a billionaire bend over backwards. He didn’t exactly like it. 😂
I got annoyed at an influencer for making jokes about pdfiles and Epstein, so I ended up ranting about it to a friend. In response, he jokingly told me I was turning into a ‘blue-haired’ person. What made it even more frustrating was that a lot of the comments under the influencer’s post were defending her. People were saying that anyone who found the jokes offensive just lacked media literacy, and that culture has become too boring because everyone gets offended by everything nowadays.
These men are winning because you keep rewriting the rules in their favour. Fuck you!
rich, gorgeous, and the owner of a celestial pussy.
Elizabeth Taylor in Paris, 1957
incredible picture found on the interwebs i had to share with everypony
Instagram is killing me lmao
If i ever contradict myself on here just think of it like Old Testament vs New Testament
Luxury Qajari Carpet/ Golestan Palace/ Tehran
We're living in the golden age of the unknown winner. Someone can go from invisible to unavoidable almost overnight. Experience is overrated as fuck
Yesterday, I found an old photograph of him at Oxford: full lips, cheeks flushed, curls I loved so much. Past tense. He looked innocent and self-assured all at once. His face was so different that, had instinct not told me otherwise, I might not have recognised him. I remember him telling me he was a handful back then, as much of a handful as any young man launched into the world from the most privileged of starting points could be.
Another day, a man at a dinner party spent the evening fawning over me.
‘You must have had a very, very good education. Cheltenham Ladies?’
Instead of attending Cheltenham Ladies, I was spending my days in one of the poorest corners of Eastern Europe, seeing dead bodies on a daily whilst taking care for an ill parent.
I let him keep his assumptions. There was no reason to spoil his evening. I’m pleasant, you know.
My agent wraps the tape measure around my hips and nods.
‘You still need to lose half an inch.’
If only she knew that three years ago I was morbidly obese.
I smoke, I watch politics like a blood sport, and swear at politicians regardless of their colours. I see the underclass and the upper class with the same unsentimental gaze. People are suspicious of me. Nothing about me seems to add up. My stories contradict one another, my very self is a contradiction. I have the eyes of a cat and the cheeks of a child.
babygirl you’ve never met someone as isolated as me before
Everything I read about recovering from burnout is like “it takes months or even years to fully recover” and it’s like okay…. I have a weekend before I gotta clock in on Monday