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This song has been stuck in my head all day. May you be cursed the same 😆😆😆
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SAX-A-BOOM
1…2…3…4…1…2…3…
mothaf*@&er!!
This song has been stuck in my head all day. May you be cursed the same 😆😆😆
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There’s a lot of negative posts going around, not intentionally negative but highlighting the issues at hand - they are doing their job, but let’s not forget the light and the good that still prevails. And it does - I promise you that - because, fundamentally, people are good.
A solid way to accept someone’s feelings.
i’m gonna die still laughing at this
I gleefully showed this to at least four people and nobody got the joke so
First poem in YEARS
The question of old
That makes some of us seem so bold
What is right and what is wrong
The answer lies within the song
Our world is always changing
Some could say that it was caging
The freedom to truly be ourselves
Can only be within the shelves
Of our hearts we must be sure
For that is the only cure
Of what is right and what is wrong
That answer lies within our song
To be bold
To be cold
To be bright
To be light
Each one of us has different answers
Within the mind
Lies our cancers
Of what is right
Or what is wrong
only we can find
That truth so we belong.
There are times in life when you just have to let things go. Admit that you wasted timed on someone who did not deserve it. Admit that you do not need them in your life.
Times like these are rough
To move is a really sobering time. It is the time in which one finds out just how much or how little they considered four walls and a door to be a home.
Truth #6
America is not great again until I can buy the same amount of razors as a guy and not have to pay at least two dollars more for them.
Seriously.
"I love you," he whispered again in my ear. The way he said it had me stilling. He said it like he was dying. He said it like he was living. He said it like he didn't expect me to say it back." - from Blooded To A Vampire (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/kG9ppUElTC
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This is what I come here for! The color coordinated animals!!!
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I am eating at a restaurant that half of my group does not care for. Why? One girl could not STAND to not watch a basketball game. Here is my problem with this. 1. We are now all cramped with NO ARM ROOM. 2. Some of us do not like basketball AT ALL. 3. This was all. For. One. Person. That. Does. Not. Know. How. To. Take. No. For. An. Answer. 4. We have a golf game tomorrow and everyone is more worried about BASKETBALL
I am tired. Tired of the lies I must give out to everyone I meet. Tired of acting like everything is okay. Tired of not trusting anyone or thing. Tired of trying to control my emotions. Tired of being a mess. Tired of fighting. Tired of crying. But, most of all, I am tired of being tired.
I’m just so damn tired
If you fall in love with me, know this: you are falling in love with my flaws. You are not falling in love with some confident, thin, toned, flawless being. You are falling in love with my insecurities. My fat rolls. My jiggly thighs. My acne. My less-than-perfectness. You are not falling in love with a self-assured, motivated person. You are falling in love with my depression and anxious tendencies. You are falling in love with my 3 a.m. tears and fears, my 4 a.m. dry, unsleeping eyes. You are falling in love with my inability to motivate myself to eat. To sleep. To move. To do anything If you fall in love with me, you are falling in love with all of me, not just the parts you find appealing. I tell you this so that you know what you are getting into. I tell you this so you can see what you are falling in love with. I tell you this so that you may run away and never look back. I tell you this so that you will never love me, and never have the chance to hurt me. Everything that is me is now barred for you, so what will you do with it? Will you attempt to love the unlovable, like so many others, or will you be smart and run as far away from me as you can?
If you fall in love with me...
I found myself inside of a bottle. I found peace, not in another's arms, but in the tranquility the pills brought. I found hope of something better, not in the words of the masses, but in the way the light reflected off of cold, heavy metal. I found strength, not in myself, but in the words as they left my pen and began their life on paper. I found a source of comfort, not in those close to me, but in the sharpness of the blade. I found endurance, not in physical activities, but in seeing how long I could hold my breath and hang. I found a home, not inside of a house, but under the ground. But before it came to this, I lost myself in this world.
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