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Might re-vamp this account, but I’m not sure.
I swear if you touched her, oh heaven forgive what I would do to you.
New Storms for Older Lovers by La Dispute. (via sinisternights)
Sometimes I feel like my chest is an open wound, and I have to hold it together with my arms to keep it from ripping open
(via aircraftmalfunction)
// I have lots of drafted replies to get to, but...I have no muse at the moment. please bear with me.
[text] I didn't notice because vodka
[ sms: ↪ amai ] i want to say that i’m surprised—but i’m not. [ sms: ↪ amai ] you looked at that bottle like it was the love of your life.
[text] I think snapchat is trying to tell you something. It's saying your boobs were meant to be seen by his family.
[ sms: ↪ heika ] …[ sms: ↪ heika ] what if they start calling me boob girl when they talk about me now?[ sms: ↪ heika ] i can never go to his house or meet his parents now. [ sms: ↪ heika ] they’ll just picture me as boobs[ sms: ↪ heika ] i’m picturing me as boobs
Even More Text Message Memes
[text] it turns out vodka filled condoms arent that funny
[text] I woke on the floor next to a big TV. Apparently I traded my bed for a 52 inch samsung and a box of pop tarts.
[text] Got free coffee because I told the guy at starbucks the pleats in his khaki pants made his cock look big.
[text] Hahahaha you would not believe what I just pulled out of my vagina. [text] Actually you probably wouldn't be surprised.
[text] All I remember is doing a naked tuck and roll off your bed.
[text] Well I consider my vagina a dear friend. She treats me good I treat her good. We work together. Glad we could be of service.
[text] I didn't notice because vodka
[text] I think snapchat is trying to tell you something. It's saying your boobs were meant to be seen by his family.
[text] I'm gonna start referring to my vag as my ladygarden
[text] my little brother just caught me blowing my step cousin in the lobby bathroom at our family reunion
[text] I can't ever handle being "that girl" again. At least not until next semester.
[text] Ive been sitting around naked watching magic on youtube.
[text] I can't right now...you know Sunday night is whn I get drunk and do laundry.
[text] My exam ends at 4pm so I plan to be passed out in the bar by 5pm. Want to join me?
[text] as your best friend, I hope we never outgrow 'I Just Got Laid' texts
[text] it feels like theres a golf ball between my legs. the sex was totally worth it tho.
Good, good. I’d be awfully disappointed if you did. [’sticks her tongue out, though she’s stifling her own laughter afterwards, one hand pressed to her mouth.] What?– Ridiculous. Why would anyone harbor any negative regards for something so yummy? And cute. [’quickly pulls her hand back because she’s not taking her chances (you’d be surprised by the number of times that finger’s been decorated with teeth marks. not a fun experience.)] No milk? Well then, we’ve got to go get some! Adventure number one has commenced. [’offers her arm out to you, a wide grin curving her lips.] C’mon.
I’d have let you beat me up if that was the case. ❋— dainty nose wrinkled before her features relaxed and she barked out a quick bout of laughter. } My thoughts exactly! Maybe he was ill that day...Oreos are too cute to dislike, and they’re perfect even if you put them into ice cream, or cake—anything. ❋— after her attempted nip at the other’s finger, Rosalie straightens up and flashes her new friend a toothy grin, arms now hooked together. } And may the odds be ever in our favor.
{ kosune }
459 - You’re gesticulating violently and accidentally hit me in the face AU.
The noon-time rush always tested Niel’s patience. As usual, his cashiers dragged along as well, which eventually caused the line to shoot out of the door. The male sighed but nonetheless kept his happy attitude and grabbed his notepad as he started down the line, one-by-one asking each customer their order; he figured it would help the line die down. Soon, he stopped by a young woman who seemed to have her earphones in and he smiled as best as he could, “Hello, can I get your drink started for–” He started but flinched as the other, who was totally oblivious of his presence, accidentally slapped him smack-dab in the face.
Rosalie had hoped that her sudden intense craving for hot chocolate last night would have disappeared with slumber, but alas, that had not been the case. If anything her craving for the warm beverage arrived shortly after her awakening in a tenfold increase. So much so that the incredibly lengthy line at her favorite cafe hadn’t even deterred her from waiting. Though she did have to attribute some of her patience to the music pulsing into pierced ears via stark-black earbuds. It wasn’t until the brunette felt the back of her hand connecting to a very warm, very real human face, that she happened to open previously closed eyes. The artist cursed herself for not engaging in her heightened senses and the wolf in her mind for not alerting the girl to another’s presence.
❝ Are you okay? I am so, so sorry! The music and the— ❞ Rosalie’s eyes widened, doe-like and genuine in her apology. A striking contrast to the beta wolf yipping and wagging her tail just within the confines of her mind. Such a rude dog, Rosalie thought, immediately silencing the beast. ❝ I just—oh my god. You’re alright, aren’t you? ❞ The brunette practically whimpered, hands instinctively reaching out to try and provide some sort of help or comfort—though that might be the last thing he’d want from her right about now.
Ah, Minnie, I’m quite bored, to be very honest. (´shrugs his shoulders lightly;) What about you? What are you up to?
Well, we’ll have to try and change that, now won’t we? I happen to be the same. ❋— her lips once spread into a grin now soften into a friendly smile, holding out her arm. } Shall we? It seems as though it’s time for an adventure.
During the time he fiddled with his phone to pause the song, Kiyong’s attention shifted to the female beside him, a dark eyebrow raised in surprise at the sudden conversation. “Ah, yes. It’s one of my favorites.” Offering her a sad excuse of a sheepish smile, he turns back to unlock his phone by pressing the pad of his thumb against the button on his iPhone.
His gaze drifted back towards her, his curiousity slowly rising as his gaze lingered over her. Usually he wouldn’t have bothered with such introductions or other beings but today was different. He was seeing the world with a new mood; new eyes. Maybe that was what made Kiyong want to continue with their conversation.
“So.. What genre do you like?” He nodded in her general direction, gliding his tongue over his slightly chapped lips before chewing on the torn skin. “Everyone’s really big on the pop and hip hop scene. I like diversity in my music.”
Pulling in a deep breath, Rosalie stretched out her tired limbs and arched her back. And though they were protected by the small half-enclosed bus stop, that didn’t stop small gusts of wind from sneaking through cracks provided by age. A small hum worked its way up her throat as her body leaned forward now, fingers gingerly grasping the front edge of the shared bench. ❝ It’s a good favorite to have, ❞ the brunette notes, gaze once lingering on the other now detailing the street ahead.
For a moment the girl’s head ducked, dark hues becoming restless as they both waited for their transportation to arrive. She stared at her shoes—boots, more like—and lost the concentration when long, brown and blonde hair fluttered into her line of sight. At the same time, it was rather refreshing to have someone to speak with, tension once present in her petite shoulders now fluttering away with the wind after each syllable to be heard.
❝ Mh, I want to say a little bit of everything... ❞ Rosalie trailed off before letting out a small laugh, glancing back toward him as she spoke. ❝ But I’d be a liar if I said I enjoyed listening to Country or Opera. ❞ With pursed lips, she went on, ❝ I rather enjoy alternative music. Korean artists or American, British, even. Pop and hip-hop. My favorite type of music isn’t much set into a specific genre though. ❞ Rose tilted her head, ankles crossing under their seat. ❝ Meaningful lyrics and when you can feel the emotion in the song. That’s the kind of music I like most. ❞
[ sms ] shit i’m glad you were there with me though– [ sms ] aha i’m sure you’d be book for the next shampoo ad. [ sms ] you think so? how come you don’t play with it?! man, i wash it twice a day with special substances i develop at the lab. consider it like a secret creation i made myself… not so secret now though. >__>
[ sms: ↪ ] you had the potential to end up somewhere in australia tbh [ sms: ↪ ] i’d make sure they’d cast you as prince eric :-) [ sms: ↪ ] is this an open invitation to freely play with it whenever i want? a secret between us! [ sms: ↪ ] but really, come over sometime so we can watch things and i can touch the sacred tresses of mystery and wonder
like cardiac arrest, high voltage when we kiss. high voltage in her lips, they catch me when i slip.
mineuns:
Don’t even try to argue with me, Miss– [‘waggles finger mock-threateningly at you.] Good, it’s settled. Who doesn’t love Oreos?– ['squints, then points at.] You’re going to become my best friend.
I wouldn’t ever dream of doing so. ❋— places a hand against her chest, playfully mocking the other’s threatening finger gesture before letting out a small laugh. } I once met a boy who disliked them, needless to say I don’t ever remember us speaking ever again after that. ❋— acts like she’s going to bite the pointing finger, teeth chomping at the air right in front of it. } It’s a fact! ❋— flips open the leather bag slung over a shoulder and tugs out the package of Oreos, nose wrinkling slightly. } Though I don’t have any milk for these—I’ve failed us both.