Gizem Bozkurt on Instagram

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Gizem Bozkurt on Instagram
One of the baristas at a nearby Starbucks makes me lose my mind every time I’m there by saying things that are not outside the spectrum of normal human words but are just slightly off-the-wall.
Barista: Welcome to Starbucks, home of delicious, what deliciousness can I put in motion for you today?
Customer: … Can I get a trenta pink drink please?
Barista: Go big or go home, we here at Starbucks appreciate your commitment, what else can I get started for you?
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Customer: Nitro cold brew with shots of espresso please.
Barista: Brave of you to commit to staying awake for three days, anything else today?
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Barista: *slams open drive-thru window* HI HOW ARE YOU?
Customer: …I’m pretty good.
Barista: Are you ready to be even better? Because you’re about to be. *hands them their coffee*
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Barista, realizing that a drink was made wrong: *slams open window* SO how do you feel about surprises?
Customer: ….they’re okay.
Barista: Great because I’m about to give you one.
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Barista: You have two drinks so I am going to hand you two straws which means, FANTASTIC news, these straws double as drumsticks. / You have one drink so I am going to hand you one straw and, promise not to tell anyone, this straw doubles as a magic wand.
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Barista: Here are those cake pops, I plucked them fresh from the tree myself.
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Barista: *slams open window, holding drink* Amazing, fantastic, delicious, you are a very lucky man/woman!
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Barista, realizing drink is being delayed or remade: Looks like it’s gonna be just one minute so they have time to put the extra love in.
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Barista: I’ll be with you in one hot second. *beat* WOW that second sure was hot!
Anyway she has a few dozen catchphrases she rotates approriately and it’s both distracting and fantastic to listen.
this blog is an idiot positive zone. if ur a dumbass thats ok. this is a safe space for people w half a brain
I MOVE WITH THE TREES IN THE BREEZE, I KNOW THAT TIME IS ELASTIC
there’s no upgrading after me and i’m not talking about looks.. what i do and what i give can’t be bought or taught.
being a woman is just a constant cycle of [maybe if i was prettier] [maybe if i was prettier] [naybe if i was—]
Babies really are like agshjahss uh yisificiiejx iiejxjei iueijhwucilejrekjcocojnrnroofjviekckokshwicjjfnekkkkifj. Jrjdnbfbekxjejdnv file f blhehellhabjllahxjcjfj kfkkemenrbbjcn nj j jfj jfjjejskalk k kiekvkm ksllslkfucufjneneoosicicnennsjkekfjkvkvkekekmmfmckcivic... father??
jesus fucking christ pukicho
One second you're a dumb little brainless thing and then the next you're a tax accountant for a business with a fiscal record akin to that of the great market crash of 2022
feeling like a slug im begging sombody to come and fucking salt me!!!!!!1
my obsession with placing such high value on my aesthetic and physical form versus my desire to hide my identity and profile and live entirely in secret
The Serenade (details) by Leonard Raven-Hill (1867-1942)
oil on canvas, date unknown
Saw something similar and had to recreate.
One of my favorite tropes is post apocalyptic towns being named after dilapidated signs with missing letters, like Novac (no vacancy) and Eaden (dead end). There’s something inexplicable about it
catch me in the city of fre shavaca do
i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in ront of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.
If you don’t propose with this don’t fuckin bother
*me, kneeling with tears in my eyes* WE-haw.
Will you be my pardner?
Absolutely not.
you truly do not exist for other ppl’s consumption and your existence is not hinged on making others happy and comfortable by stifling and hiding and crushing and editing parts of yourself to be less than who you really are