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@kashymcgrath
cat valentine from victorious could’ve killed thanos
do you ever listen to music and suddenly you’re like wow I want my life to be the way this song sounds I want to live in this song
I JUST WANNA CUDDLE SO BADLY
I like that “good morning, princess” / “morning baby” kinda relationship. The no games, great communication, lots of sex, lots of kissing, lots of cuddling, lots of flirting, lots of being goofy kind of relationship. The kind that makes you want to run 100 miles, read books, clean up your bad habits kind of love.
I like to picture the perfect girl in my head everyday all day and when I close my eyes before I sleep, and it’s the same girl every time. I picture her hair, her eyes, her lips, her smile, her laugh, her voice, her hands, even down to the minute details of her face like freckles, god I love freckles. She’s so perfect and my dreams start to become my favorite place to be just so I can see her. When I wake up, every time I wake up, my heart breaks over and over because I know she doesn’t exist. But I never get that sad about it because I know a real version of her is out there waiting for me; I know she won’t be exactly like the perfect girl in my dreams but she will be perfect to me and in that way she is the perfect girl I see in my dreams. I just want her to know that I’m here, I’m coming, and I’ll see her soon. I promise.
You deserve someone who wants to give you a fucking text back, y’know? Someone who wants you, only you, and makes you feel wanted. Someone who can’t help but message you first thing in the morning when the sun light is slow-dancing through the curtain, and they’re barely waking. Someone who wants to spend their drunken Friday nights with you, but also their lazy lemonade Sundays. Someone who holds their one-person umbrella right above you when it’s bucketing down, so that you’re sheltered, even if it means they get soaked through. You deserve someone who thinks of you, often. Someone who calls you on the phone at the end of a long day, because they want to hear the sound of your voice before they drift off into slumber. Someone who makes plans with you on a Tuesday evening, because the weekend is just too far away, and who cares if we have to go to work the next day. Someone who says definitely, not maybe, and follows through. You deserve to hear a song on the radio that makes you melt on the inside at the mere thought of this someone. Someone who could watch you sleeping for hours at a time, and be perfectly content in the grace and stillness of that moment. Someone who steals a cheeky kiss when you’re mid-sentence and least expecting to find their lips. Someone who will happily pig out on pizza with you in bed, and not judge the sweatpants & top knot look you’re sporting. Someone who is just that into you. You deserve someone who challenges the both of you constantly; someone who makes you strive to be better each day, because they’re trying to be better too. Someone you can count on to stick around when the shit hits the fan, which it will. Someone who chooses to lift you up, always. You deserve magic, and fireworks, and confetti canons exploding in your clear blue skies. You deserve someone who will always be careful with your heart, because they know just how fragile it already was before they held it. Someone who’s heart aches whenever yours does. Someone who wakes up next to you each day feeling like they’ve hit the jackpot, over and over again, and thinking what on earth did they do in their past life to be so damn lucky. You deserve someone’s complete attention. Someone who looks at you, and I mean really sees you, and all of the beauty you hold. You deserve to be someone’s first choice. Someone’s best friend. Someone’s partner in crime. Someone’s everything. You deserve to be loved; and loved extraordinarily well. And to be told that you are loved, every single day
– Thought Catalog
this FUCKED me up
if this isn’t the most accurate thing ive read
that first kiss with the person you’ve been dying to kiss is probably the best feeling in the world
yo what are you always so stressed about?
me:
this is the pinnacle of tumblr posts
I really hope the month of June is filled with financial blessings for each and every one of you.
you, joke: velma is an awkward nerd who can’t get any
me, woke: velma is a lesbian chad
my neck, my back
they hurt, they are Sore
Listen, i’d absolutely fuck a consenting, self-aware monster, but I wouldn’t fuck every monster.
A werewolf, he comes to me and says “hey, you wanna go for a ride?” and I says “sure” because he’s hot.
But If Godzilla came to me and says that, no. Godzilla is a father figure. Not for fucking.
Op the fact that size doesn’t deter you but the principal of the matter and the metaphorical ramifications of sexing Godzilla makes you the perfect 2018 mood honestly
This is the nicest addition to this post I’ve gotten. Its mostly other monsterfuckers calling me a coward.
Highly-radioactive-nerd you’re not a coward, you’re awesome
Fuck that coward shit, you know what you want
You know your limits. 2018 is about getting rid of that bad shit and healing
And that’s knowing your limits
Physically, mentally, and emotionally.
You find the monster that’s best for YOU
And you have a nice day
@narkik we
reblog if your family has a plastic bag with plastic bags inside
it’s gotten to the point where i just do a peace sign as a natural reflex