look it doesn't matter if sandwiches existed in this time period. because i know in my heart this character would be eating one right now
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JBB: An Artblog!
cherry valley forever
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@graveyard-run
look it doesn't matter if sandwiches existed in this time period. because i know in my heart this character would be eating one right now
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
oh no is this what we’re doing now
…relic…
*crumbles and blows away on the wind*
Happy pride month everyone!!!!! 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈
The whole “AO3 curse” thing cracks me up because people talk about it like it’s some magical force that ruins your life the second you post a fic. But here’s the deal—it’s kinda real, just not in a supernatural way.
AO3 isn’t cursed, the writers are just human. Most of us write when life’s kinda falling apart, and our author’s notes end up being emotional diaries. Life can be shitty sometimes, and that just gets shared, but that doesn’t mean AO3 is actually causing it. I know a lot of people get that it’s a joke, but for those who don’t or who worry, I wanted to clear it up. No need to stress.
in order to preserve my internet privacy i’ll have to start feeding everyone misinformation about myself. i don’t eat. i don’t sleep. i don’t breathe. i don’t blink. i don’t have “blood”
zom mini internet privaatsfääre z'erhalte muesi falschi sache öber meech verbräite. ech do ned ässe. ech do ned schlooffe. ech do ned aatme. ech do ned zwenkere. ech ha käs "bluet"
כדי אויפֿצוהיטן מיין אינטערנעט־פריוואטקייט וועל איך אנהייבן געבן צו וויסן פֿאלשע זאכֿן וועגן זיך. איך עס נישט. איך שלאף נישט. איך אטעם נישט. איך פֿארמאך נישט די אויגן. איך האב נישט קיין ״בלוט״
ad secreta mea in rete celanda omnibus res mei falsas edicere coepero. nihil edo. non dormio. non spiro. non nicto. “sanguis” non habeo
It's not too late to suppress all of your wants and desires and to die unfulfilled and afraid without anyone ever having really known you.
big life tips dont be neurodivergent dont be poor dont get in any sort of situation and dont let yourself need or crave
not getting good reports back on your progress with this guys
like at least 50% of internet lgbt discourse would evaporate if people quit using the term "spaces" when they mean "discord servers" or "tumblr blogs" because we would collectively realize how stupid that shit is
“this is a lesbian-only space” no this is the tiktok comments on a chappell roan video
my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush
yall ever lose interest in something so you stop seeking out content for it and your brain will be like. wow its so crazy that that thing used to be everywhere and then everyone stopped talking about it. so crazy that it fell off like that because nobody is talking about it on my personal curated social media and youtube algorithms. surely no other factors here.
(emerges 3 hours later covered in blood) i figured out what emotion i was feeling
Happy Pride to the ones who deserved better
i would finish my book but sadly i am busy being haunted by the concept of finishing my book
I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.
would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no
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I love dandelions!
*puts a dandelion in your hair*
Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair
A doll youtuber I watch has made a video about the history of Polly Pocket, and she's describing the plots of the dvd specials, one of which features an elderly woman named Ms. Throckmorton, and my reaction was
I raise you
MTF throckmorton