Let Me Draw On You

Once upon a time Dan told me I did tumblr wrong. Now I've obviously turned my life around.

[smolfangirl]

I don't want to be "private jet" rich, I want to be "buy everything I want in a museum shop" rich

[smolfangirl]

This is about this teapot and cup btw

[afterword]

at the grocery store purchasing an amount of vegetables best described as "optimistic"

[kitschyfemme]

guys oh my god they invented a thing called friends. and they love you and want to talk to you and be around you. has anyone heard of this

[jessebloom]

[pfaugh]

Src

[orinthered]

some examples of this from the replies of op’s tweet

[silly-jellyghoty]

Lol

[charlesoberonn]

[swordy-da-goat]

foal

[thecottageinthedark]

@elodieunderglass horrible things with legs?

[necrowyrm]

Yeah I love manipulating my friends for my own gain, the gain is called "hanging out", obtained via such cruel tactics as "showing interest in stuff they like" and "being generally complimentary and charming"

[notalicent]

Emma D'Arcy for Arena HOMME+ (Summer/Autumn 2024) Photographed by Fausto Elizalde

[r0zeclawz]

my name is detective sleeping and im about to get started on my toughest case yet. the pillow case

[r0zeclawz]

for the record i posted this in bed at like almost 1 am right before putting my phone down and falling asleep instantly and then i woke up to this having like 800 notes

[cultofthepigeon]

Chase Jackson appreciating post cause I can never find anyone on tumblr talking about her and I think she looks cool and some are saying she's the fave to win gold for shotput.

[muppetshow2026]

funny as hell next question

[valtsv]

i have the complexion of a sickly victorian child, the disposable income of a 10th century serf, and the fashion sense and eccentric personality of a professor of the arts in the 1920s who does a lot of cocaine

[no-more-dead-dogs]

okay so i work in the deli of a grocery store, yeah? and today i got this guy who came up with his two twin children, around five years old. he walks up to the counter, carrying one kid in each arm, and loudly goes "oh, no, i forgot what i wanted!" and turns to the boy in his left arm and, in a perfect blues clues style voice, goes "caleb, do you remember what i wanted?" and the boy goes "half pound of yellow cheese!"

i, obviously, say "you've got it little sir!" and slice up half a pound of yellow american cheese, handing it to the little boy, who looks it over, nods, and tucks it in his lap.

then the man goes "well, we can't just have cheese on our sandwiches. but what else can we put on there?" and the little gurl in his other arm goes "half pound of ham!" so i nod and say "yes ma'am! what kind?" and she points at a random cut of turkey, so her father nods and says "like she said, honey ham!" i cut half a pound of honey ham, hand it to the little lady, she looks it over, nods and puts it in her lap.

then the man goes "now, what should we have for the side?" and the kids both simultaneously start cheering "macking cheese!!!" and the man spins on his heel and marches off, presumably to find the macking cheese.

later, the little boy comes wandering back to the counter while his father looks on and loudly and proudly proclaims that he wants to know where the mustard is. i point him to the correct aisle, he nods, says "thank you mister deli woman" and walks away.

[augustheart]

i'm crying rn.... the fucking Torta.....

[maudiemoods]

If life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

[xenosagaepisodeone]

it would be kind of funny if marvel had some kind of indentured servitude tenure period woven into actor contracts that they are obligated to fulfill after their characters are retired from their respective universe. the reality is that marvel money is just that good but this is what I'm instead choosing to believe as studios hobble rdj back on stage like it's supposed to make me feel something.

[xenosagaepisodeone]

whatever studio currently owns the x-men movies is doing this with hugh jackman but in exchange they let him sing and dance and frolic like a roided court musician or perhaps some kind of beautiful aging bird in a gilded cage with bars shaped like wolverine claws