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We’re having a problem us NSFW blogs with being deleted without warning. From looking at some posts one of the reasons for this may be underage followers. If you’re underage for wherever you live please unfollow me. Not just for the fact I could have my tumblr deleted. Unfollow me for you. If you’re 16 or 17 or God forbid even younger you shouldn’t be looking at porn, of any kind, especially the kind I blog. Not because it’s “wrong” but because you’re probably not experienced enough to realise how skewered it is. That most bodies don’t look like that or bend like that, that most cocks don’t look like that and vaginas can wildly differ. That the kind of BDSM porn I blog needs a level of understanding behind it that I truly believe only comes from growing up. I truly passionately believe that all adults should have the right to indulge in whatever sexual practices they wish to indulge in with other consenting adults, yes even “vanilla” sex (I know some BDSM blogs can be quite scathing of such a thing, which truly irks me). I also believe that we need to be adults before we gain a true understanding of sex and porn. Before you’re an adult you need to understand your body, you need to talk about sex yes, you really really do, but talk about it, read about it. There’s a million and one blogs on tumblr that cater to those kind of questions. Ask your friends, your aunt (I’ve discussed blow jobs with my 17 year old niece). But please, keep away from porn. I love my blog and I love tumblr and I know many sweet awesome people on here. However I would hate for 16 year old me to experience my tumblr, it would have altered me in a way I wouldn’t be ready for.
“I remember when I was doing Rent and I was too thin, and I was doing that on purpose because I’m dying, I’m a HIV+ drug addict. I remember having to eat raw food and doing all this work to make sure I could stay thin… And I remember everyone asking me when I was doing press for the movie, “what did you do to get so thin? You looked great!” and I’m like, “I looked emaciated.”
It’s a form of violence in the way that we look at women and how we expect them to look and be, for… what’s sake? Not health, not survival, not enjoyment of life, but just so that you can look ‘pretty’.
I’m constantly telling girls all the time, “everything’s airbrushed, everything’s retouched, to the point of just that it’s never even asked, and none of us look like that.”
- Rosario Dawson
I freakin’ love Rosario Dawson. <3
(via https://open.spotify.com/track/0UNaePP8Mq2FOBBkDioV13?si=KvjGDh1YSvmJkg7g4ZL5Tg)
A woman wants a man to be strong and to protect and watch over her. She wants to be able to relax in the safety of his arms and the world that he creates for her. If you can do that for a woman, you will see something inside her blossom and grow, and you will marvel at the treasure you have discovered that was always inside her but which she never felt safe to reveal, so afraid was she that it would not be appreciated for the incredible gift which it is.
Underhishand (via southerngirlk)
And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.’
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via bfastwithtiffany)
(via https://open.spotify.com/track/2DSkylpH2SkCCFplwPGzu0?si=3ywiHNdIScGvXy_H3JTV_A)
That strange, yet relieving moment when you realize you would do absolutely anything for your best friends; whether it be murder or sex, or anywhere in between.
I watched again the movie The Bachelor and all I could think was to make gifs about Tom Hiddleston and Tumblr.
This is just about the only problem I have with being rabidly obsessed with a popular actor. I’d have to kill so many of you to kidnap him and tie him up in my basement and feed him cupcakes and pet him.
Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ THIS.
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week.
It’s not a PHASE. It’s not a CHOICE. It’s not LAZINESS.
spread the word guys.
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Kitten rejected by mother and raised by golden retriever
I’m so happy for this little kitty
im cryin a bit
Awwwww sweet