the other night I dreamt that ao3 got a new number go up button titled "jorked it"
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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the other night I dreamt that ao3 got a new number go up button titled "jorked it"
ZARA LARSSON Photographed for Midnight Sun: Girls Trip (2026)
I love this artist!
Francesca worshipping those beautiful Michaela's thighs ♥
i have a feeling their season is going to ruin me
Magnificent
THE PRINCESS DIARIES 2001, dir. Garry Marshall
everytime I’m reminded that men will straight up complain about how pussy smells and there’s a whole industry around women buying products trying to cure it like some kind of disease it Goes in the evidence pile towards heterosexuality being some kind of obligation based death cult wherein each side despises one another truly and deeply . What I wanted to post is I would huff pussy smell out of a paper bag in a back alley like it’s paint fumes but the thought went elsewhere
I want to be very clear on this. You can be out drinking with your friends on Friday night and dead on Sunday because of meningitis. Does that sound a little specific? Guess why I have such a specific scenario in mind.
And getting vaccinated is an easy way to prevent that. There is no medical reason to stop recommending that vaccine. There's no new study that shows that it's unsafe, there's no replacement that's better. This is literally the government making its citizenry less safe for no reason.
This is the most accurate vaccine schedule as laid out by the AAP, who have stated that they think JFKjr is bullshit: 
If you have a kid, either download this or print it and confirm with your pediatrician that this is what you want to follow.
writing my own version of heated rivalry but for double luge
was gonna go into more detail but honestly you get the picture
i see your freckles.
the way the light catches the yellow in your eyes. the small dimples that punctuate your laughs. those laughs, infectious and high up above the trees, soaring. your teeth. your cheeks flushed and rosy and blushing from the memories of the last year. how your feet turn out and your hair flops inevitably and how you say “i love you.”
i see you in fragments. the kind of seeing with space to spare. i can’t ever remember enough, though remembering is what i do the most of. it’s all i can do. missing you so much my eyes become rivers, my cheeks the banks. i cry so hard my face hurts and my eyes are swollen and my room is dark. you can’t just fix it.
there’s a longing that breaks me into pieces every time it presses down on my sternum. how can i rebuild myself when the pieces require four hands to lift them?
6 years later, we’re married now, btw 😌
i see your freckles.
the way the light catches the yellow in your eyes. the small dimples that punctuate your laughs. those laughs, infectious and high up above the trees, soaring. your teeth. your cheeks flushed and rosy and blushing from the memories of the last year. how your feet turn out and your hair flops inevitably and how you say “i love you.”
i see you in fragments. the kind of seeing with space to spare. i can’t ever remember enough, though remembering is what i do the most of. it’s all i can do. missing you so much my eyes become rivers, my cheeks the banks. i cry so hard my face hurts and my eyes are swollen and my room is dark. you can’t just fix it.
there’s a longing that breaks me into pieces every time it presses down on my sternum. how can i rebuild myself when the pieces require four hands to lift them?
sobbing
30 days till they come back to me 😌