this bitch empty
YEET
YOU ARE THE REASON
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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we're not kids anymore.
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@flipflopfire
this bitch empty
YEET
and yet, somehow, she is able to hurt me again. she knows all the soft spots in which she can sink her fingers, dig around until my gasps are sobs and my sobs become silence. there's blood on the floor and she acts like she can't see it. i slip in it and crack my head on stone.
acrylic nails in old wounds.
And I know I'm not perfect at it, this whole loving people thing. It's work. People get hurt. I get hurt. And I can usually find a way to fuck it up. This is evident in the trail of empty beds in my wake, the half-smoked cigarettes and the scars that trace the back of my left calf muscle, reminders of those 10th-grade nights where I spent the evening surrounded by toilet paper and razor blades, looking for a new way to draw a line in the sand.
i can kick the back of my dark jeans in geometry and it keeps me from screaming.
i keep having this dream where i am made of iron. a metal monstrosity in a world of porcelain teacups.
at first, everyone sees me and they smile and they reach out offering me their teacup. but when i reach for it, i crush it.
again and again, people reach out to me and i find a new way to crush the thing they love most. so they leave.
and i am left standing there with shards sliding through my fingers.
one day i decide this is enough and in the dream i find a gun and place it between my lips. the barrel rests on my tongue. the metallic taste intimately familiar.
weapon recognizing weapon.
i wake up with a headache and mouth that tastes like blood
and i licked your sweat from my lips after telling you goodnight and i knew i could do this forever.
you can stay, if you want.
DISTRESSED BEEPING
you said there was love to be found here and i dug and i dug and my shovel broke and my trowel fell apart and my fingernails split but i kept digging and now i have hit clay.
there's now a hole big enough to bury us both.
It’s Tom Holland I’m dead
I really cannot get over this cats fucking face it’s so round and conveying an emotion that I simply am not equipped to understand
I WAS AT THIS MEETING, I MET THIS CAT. I forget his name but he was soooo sweet, I think it was Councilman Clark who brought him in! This was at the very first meeting in Denver to decide whether to ban declawing (the ban succeeded!)
Update: I emailed this post to councilman Clark, subject line “your kitty is famous”
Update 2: Councilman Clark responded, he thinks this is awesome and his cat’s name is Kit Kat
Thank you Kit Kat for protecting the cats of Denver!
I think the emotion on Kit Kat’s face is democratic engagement.
Who put this voice over cardi B voice 🤦🏻♂️😂😂😂 hell nah
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gentrification
i am not unconvinced that january is the longest month of the year. frozen soil and flowers refusing to rise. roots unwilling to spread. the world is an open wound, but when you look inside, it's white and cold.
i brought an extra jacket.
“Hehe into the wind” 😹😹😹
Seasons Greetings my dudes!
some say shes still chilling in cedar rapids to this day
why my hand shaky
your skeleton is ready to hatch
this is so fucking ominous thank you