I'd Airdrop Half My Weight In Titties To You If I Could, Babe.
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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roma★
occasionally subtle
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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we're not kids anymore.
Claire Keane
ojovivo
Jules of Nature
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Origami Around
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I'd Airdrop Half My Weight In Titties To You If I Could, Babe.
I can't fuck with people who are fundamentally uncurious.
🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸
My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.
But life had other plans.
War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.
There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.
I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.
Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.
This is my life.
This is my daughter’s life.
And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.
Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.
That’s why I keep going.
I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.
How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war
💛 If you can, please support our journey here:
My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no
If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.
From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.
I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.
Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.
With love and endless gratitude
does anyone know if we have locking in today
no it was canceled. today we are taking things as they come and doing exactly what feels right
nonchalance turns me off so badly. give me obsession on the brink of depravity or give me nothing
Nobody seems to appreciate the gentle urgency of it
Tumblr has got to be one of the webbed sites of all time because sometimes you log on and it seems like the entire site has gotten really into stick figure juggling and you just kind of have to shrug and accept that that's part of the furniture now
I love this fucking website. I'm never leaving Tumblr. You're all so fucking funny. I'm serious. I'd rather die than not see this kind of shit on my dash.
Your First Draft Is Supposed to Be Awful
Somewhere, in some cursed corner of the internet, a writer whispered the dangerous idea that your first draft should be… good. And like all bad ideas, it spread. Suddenly, everyone’s trying to make their draft read like it could be printed and shelved in the bookstore tomorrow. Which is ridiculous.
Your first draft isn’t a book. It’s… well, it’s barely even a thing. It’s the ugly braindump you slap down before the real work begins. The plot doesn’t make sense yet. Half the characters sound the same. There’s a paragraph in chapter six you don’t even remember writing. And that’s totally fine.
Right now, your only job is to get the story out of your head and onto a page before it rots in there. Forget about making it pretty or “good.” You’ll get to that later. <3
reblog if you’re a sick fuck
What are you? Bird or cat?
Moose.
as above (insane in the head) so below (insane in the pussy)
I like it when things come full circle.
Excerpt from my upcoming poetry book "Stars in the Universe", available for pre-order right now, and out on March 1st!
I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3
Passing along for all the writers out there!
the only consistent thing in my life is my attachment to fictional characters and my inability to finish anything.