Follow me for more.
𩵠avery cochrane š©µ
todays bird

ellievsbear
noise dept.
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

gracie abrams
No title available
Color Me Curious
Doug Jones
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć
Xuebing Du

Kiana Khansmith

oozey mess

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£
Fai_Ryy

titsay

Origami Around
Game of Thrones Daily
almost home
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Morocco

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from Ireland
seen from CĆ“te dāIvoire

seen from Ireland
seen from United States
@jayce2309
Follow me for more.
⢠THE BANISHED ONES ā¢
pairing: eddie munson x (he/him) reader
summary: nothing beats your first day at hawkins high. you meet your guide, munson, along the journey...
warnings: 18+ content & characters, minors dni, adult language; set in 1983-4, reader nicknamed "j," fluff comfort, fist fight, bullying, heavy petting, pb&j?, nasty food, make out sesh, peer pressure, novice reader, dungeons & dragons discussed (of course), eddie dom, slight mentions of violence and anxiety, almost caught, y/l/n: 1, eventual smut, references to previous parts, semi-public, detailed oral (reader & munson receiving), after care, internal dialogue, consent discussions, so farā¦
word count: ~14.5k so far...
reblogs for sweet baby eddie! š¹
By Horacio Quiroz
Itās called Polaris, and itās about two characters and a tunnel. Oneās a boy and the other one⦠it doesnāt matter. Could be a boy, a girl, a creature⦠we donāt know because that character never leaves the tunnel, because theyāre afraid of the light. And so they meet the hero, whoās afraid of the dark.
But how do they meet, then?
Well, they actually canāt, because theyāre afraid of each otherās world. So they chat at the border without ever meeting one another. They end up chatting every day, they get to know each other until they realize theyāve fallen in love⦠without ever having met once.
So theyāll never meet?
Not unless one of them conquers their fear and decides to go into the otherās world.
- Polaris Project by Eliott Demaury.
(Source)
DPC and DPL.Ā Dead Peopleās Clothes and Dead Peopleās Leather. Their toys, their paintings of half naked, naked, screwing men.Ā The statues.Ā The leather.Ā The sling.Ā The posters.Ā The ... all of it. Weād literally Straighten homes.Ā Depending.Ā Some families knew and were fine. Or more ok.Ā But pictures of other guys on phones was the least of it. I have... leather thatās been passed through three or four men whoāve died before getting to me.Ā Theyāre the heirlooms now, passed down chosen families.Ā Ā Sometimes there were crews.Ā Weād show up as soon as possible, as a unit.Ā Weād hit the bedrooms first.Ā Clear out closets, under beds, bedsides.Ā Weād donate, throw out, take mementos.Ā Pass on.Ā Secret lives and secret, us only treasures.Ā Ā Then weād leave.Ā For some familyās you never talked about it.Ā They never knew.Ā It was better all around.Ā Ā I have vests, gloves.Ā A belt.Ā Arm bands.Ā Paintings.Ā T-shirts.Ā Photos, undeveloped film thatād Iām still somewhat terrified to try to get developed (lol).Ā We live on in the living rooms of others.
This is. A very important message for the younger generations of queers.
We still have so much father to go, but y'all. Don't let our past be forgotten.
via weheartit
Gayš¦irl
I HAD to share this not only because it features a gay couple, but because I really love the art, love the whole message of it and it makes me feel safe and warm. Follow @heartstoppercomic !
via weheartit http://station.tumblr.com/
via weheartit http://station.tumblr.com/
āi am not the person you left behind anymore i have new favorite songs, a new favorite color, new bad habits my hair is different, my heart is different, my soul is different the scars on my heart are now stars i am shining brighter than ever the freckles covering my skin are a map of my future and my past i am lighter than ever my smile tells stories of the places iāve been i am happier than ever iām not the person you left behind anymore remanence of the past still lingers but there is no one left here to missā
ā roughlycapricious (via wnq-writers)
Love
Iām scared. I mean, if the person I used to love isnāt the same person it was at the time... did the person I fell in love with dissapear ?
LāĆ©toile qui tombe
I used to be this bright star in a shining sky. My pictures where the most liked . In town, my body was the one everyone craved , my personality the one everyone liked , my kisses were the ones everyone wanted. I was an icon , a star.
But then this happened and no matter how hard I try, my charm is lost , if I smile I donāt mean it , if I laugh Iām faking it. What happened with my happiness ? Where did it go?
Everytime they touch me I feel guilty ,confused ,repulsed , obligated. What happened with my heart? What happened with my sensuality and self confidence?
Everyone sees me as the happiest boy in school now . Always smiling, laughing ,being productive . But..I feel like I put myself in all these activities to avoid the dark thoughts in my mind.
So yeah I became nobody , Iām fake , Iām not happy , I donāt smile because I want to , I donāt even speak because I want to. Iām scared . I hate everything . Sorry