There is no unskilled labor, only undervalued skills.
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2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
KIROKAZE
Peter Solarz

JBB: An Artblog!
Cosmic Funnies

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PR's Tumblrdome
almost home
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Love Begins
dirt enthusiast
occasionally subtle

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@l0werthanlauren
There is no unskilled labor, only undervalued skills.
Vladamir Kush - sunrise by the ocean
me on death row
officer: you have one last meal, what do you want
me: hmm idk what are you in the mood for
Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth
> Don’t give him a baby for a while.
HE GRABS THE CUP BUT THEN HE DROPS THE PEN 0.0003 SECONDS LATER
AND HE LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING INSTEAD OF AT THE GROUND WHEN HE CAN’T FIND THEM
Hands pinned high above your head.
Six Sexy Words (via an-experienced-gentleman)
Please. Every time. All the time.
(via beautyfullsurrender)
Wish there were sweaters but like,for feet
socks
make your own post
Wish there were sweaters but like,for feet
socks
make your own post
fat cat running
look at him… look at how deliberate each step and movement is. look at how mathematically perfect that 90 degree corner turn was… this cat is on another level far beyond us all
my plan is to jog in a zip code where the average house is $1 million dollars. i jog everyday. i run into the trophy wives jogging club. we jog past each other so often, they’re forced to interact with me. we’re friends now. i’m invited places. i meet other millionaires, men who love me. i marry the richest, using an alias. throughout the first year of marriage, i’m moving assets and cash to an off shore bank account. i fake my own death on our anniversary. he’s heartbroken.
i started jogging in a new million dollar neighborhood. i’ve just made friends with the local jogging crew headed by ashtonlynn and brotyna “chichi” who has a single millionaire brother,
Is there any version of this plan where I don’t have to jog
u only have to jog past the ladies which is like 46 seconds. suck it up for the fraud of it all
You could put all the hearts together in the world and that still wouldn’t describe how much I love you.
Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)
me: i’m a very private person
someone: hi
me: so i’ll start by describing some of my lighter traumas before i get into the real bad stuff
im glad dogs cant read the “no dogs allowed” signs so they dont feel sad & left out