Saturdays are for Twilight.
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Saturdays are for Twilight.
Kakashi: Gotta love knitting needles. I can make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab your eyes out, I can make mittens…
Gai: What was that middle part?
Kakashi: I can make a hat
being on tumblr on new years eve actually makes you feel so good about being in bed doing fuckall because you see your mutuals doing the same unlike other social media where you log on to see photos of drinks and fireworks and fakedeep posts about healing and whatever
I watched a scary movie from between my fingers while it poured rain outside.
sorry yeah, you're actually not allowed in the grocery store anymore. yeah, everyone thought it was super weird when you were rummaging in your wallet for your debit card and it was making everyone super uncomfortable and taking a long time. sorry
Look at him. His name is Boi.
i jumped out of bed in a cold sweat to make this
id: first image is the tumblr halloween icon, which depicts a skeleton-like ghoul in a spooky red robe. the second image is the same ghoul, now photoshopped to look like they're dabbing. end id
I aspire to be…… this.
The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.
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Bro has 100% learned by example. I love it.
I miss those og tumblr posts where people would share a completely random but equally wholesome and entertaining story, and then others would reblog with their own story of the same vibe, and so on… thus creating a randomly wholesome and entertaining thread of stories that may or may not have actually happened.
I miss the old school tumblr magic. :’)
Also, I heard tumblr is bringing back porn, so maybe the aforementioned story types can also make a comeback?? ^-^
Food for thought I guess. <3
Did someone say vision board?
I purposely want to make you so jealous that you possessively punish and fvck me into submission
My fav thing to do
Is it just me or is being spoken softly to by my dom while he roughly fucks me feel really good? “You’re doing so well” “I know baby, I know” “just a little more baby” “can you cum one more time for me?” Like the gentle calm tone with being roughly handled is just everything.
When I was younger my mom told me that if it was meant to be he would be back in my life one day.
I was eighteen; I wasn’t even in a relationship with him and frankly I didn’t want to be. I was fresh out of my first one, and fresh into college.
So four years and some bruised hearts later and he starts to send me songs.
The stars aligned and he was put back into my life. Not by force, but by choice, and then sheer coincidence… or fate?
Two years and a month later and he’s still sending me songs. Except now they’re immediately added to our playlist with a heart, instead of the playlist that used to break it apart.
I thought I loved him then, but I was wrong. We weren’t ready for each other. It wasn’t our time. So he lived his life and I lived mine.
But to come together those years later, and for him to keep in touch, but wait to date her - I’m in love with him now how I dreamed of then.
But the future of then knew the right timing within.
So, right person wrong time? It was a yes. Because now I burn for him -
- for in the future is where our hearts met.
Very much having a very bad foggy brain; trapped in a bubble; “I feel like I don’t exist” moment.
in the US we only have 3 genders. american beauty, american psycho, and american pie