And Jil Came Tumbling After

I'm a bookish type. Clumsy, affable, tall.

[tmr-1992-deactivated20251026]

[marchantia]

[jillypups]

One day you wake up, you’re 46, and the first thing you do with your paycheck is pay off the credit card bill, which you had only used in an emergency mechanic situation, and the wild seventeen year old in you screams “who the hell are you?” but you can’t hear because of all the damage that seventeen year old did by blasting Pixies too loud in the car all the time, so you sit back with your enviable credit score in your Epsom salt bath because the other night you tweaked your back while looking for your weed pen.

[ageae]

[jillypups]

Whenever I moisturize my hands, I wonder how things may have played out if a blob of lard fell on Elizabeth Bathory’s hand, instead of a drop of blood.

[chronictranssexuality]

"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally

[bellark]

[lovesickbrat]

[addelburgh]

[stuckinapril]

i said it was my favorite piece of media that i’ve hyperfixated on since the tender age of 12 and have not let go of since. i didnt say it was a Good piece of media

[stuckinapril]

“what do you like about it so much?” the fact that it cocooned me like a tender wool blanket during my vulnerable teenage years. next question

[gif87a-com]

[antifa-hulk]

[curegifs]

you, strange as angels

[funnymemes-and-kinkydreams]

If you're not with this unfollow me, block me, stay far from my blog

[guerrillatech]

[jillypups]

Guns Hidden Under Our Petticoats - Chapter 10

“Now, you tell me right this minute why it’s you that’s here, and not Bronn come to see me himself,” Margaery shouts the moment she rounds the corner into the chilly barn at Winterfell Ranch, knowing it’s right where she’ll find him.

He might not be the man of the hour to her, but he is the man cornered by her interrogation, and he’s giving her the look one would expect from so big a man being so pestered. Sandor heaves a sigh of undisguised irritation.

[tockthewatchdog]

we need to give this tweet more credit for im pretty sure coining "die mad about it"

[invertprivileges]

checks out, thank you melanie

[visenyaism]

Had to ban the phrase “tricky dick” from my classroom during watergate lesson because saying the word dick in front of 30 fifteen year olds is like lighting a bomb and throwing it through the doorway but now they’re just calling him Richard the Treacherous like they’re all medieval peasants. gonna lose it