we be crying tonight ladies!
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Xuebing Du
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YOU ARE THE REASON
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Not today Justin

Andulka
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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@kalemom
we be crying tonight ladies!
stevie nicks: I took my love, I took it down
me, immediately:
my hobbies include daydreaming about romance and loving the color pink
Only a matter of time before this is printed on a shirt
Has anyone ever had the inside of your ears licked before? God really put a sprinkle of pussy in there and then didn’t tell us like the coward he is
cranky because you haven’t had any prophetic dreams to aid you on your quest aren’t you
Early morning farmers markets > sleeping in
oh to be an early 20th century college student laying homoerotically on the grass with your best friend who you’re secretly in love with, surrounded by books while you lunch and have deep conversations about life…
every time i get rejected by a man i become possessed by the ghost of a ruddy, plain-faced secondary character in a romantic-era novel... my wholesome and pure heart desperate for love, i yearn to be desired. the handsome local blacksmith may find true joy in my companionship but instead of calling on me, he will always be tempted away by the beauty and charms of highborn ladies. they would never sacrifice their whole souls to love him as i would. oh well. i gather my eggs up in my apron, call the cows in and move on.
I could have a cuter room if I wasn’t a goblin who threw all her shit on the floor
resting your head on their stomach while they play with your hair… the intimacy…. the tenderness…… peak romance
me, logically: it’s never gonna happen the tiny hopeful goblin in my brain: but what if it did
safe places to leave your heart:
the sea
empty churches
lilac groves
graveyards at night
old libraries
dusty used bookstores
sundappled shades of yellow, green, and pink
books of poetry
rose gardens
the sleeve of your last lover
a knot of willow branches
a misty morning in early summer
floral print
in the company of a cat
a sunrise or a sunset
deep green forests
i don’t want to achieve equality by sinking to men’s level, i want them to get on ours! why should i have to unlearn the conversational art of waiting my turn, unlearn sexual self-restraint, unlearn trust in others’ good intentions, unlearn the impulse to cater to others’ needs, just to have a chance at success among savages? why can’t the men learn some fucking manners so we can all conduct our affairs in a civilized manner? i shouldn’t have to stop saying sorry, you say sorry!
peaches 🍑
crazy how so many of your experiences as a girl are shaped based on whether you are perceived as attractive or not
imagine being someones dream girl . i almost blacked out thinking abt it