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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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This map was designed by Kenyan artist Priya Shah.
You can read about it here: https://minds-africa.org/fabric-map-of-africa-the-art-of-storytelling/
and buy copies of the map here: https://www.miakora.com/fabric-map-of-africa
saw your tags @did-sm1-say-catfish and yes, that link is broken! I looked into it, and it's because there are now multiple maps, including a map of India—
Here's a new link for purchasing purposes
“Black Swan”
Photographed by @achillesinhighheels
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I’m sure this will get buried but for the sake of answering all your FAQs
- they’re Opawz pet specific dyes. Non toxic made specifically for dogs. Once they’re set and rinsed they can groom themselves normally, they pose no danger to her in any way, no fumes, there’s no bleach involved
- my dog is trained with cooperative care skills, the process is not stressful for her, she gets paid heavily for her cooperation and looks forwards to the opportunity to earn extra snacks with the grooming
- she’s a mini American shepherd, her name is Yoshi
i know most leftists agree that everybody should have a right to food, water, shelter, and healthcare but i think a vitally important fifth pillar is privacy. people should not be compelled to be tracked, monitored, or to share personal space with others to access their other essential rights
"If you have nothing to hide, you have nothing to fear" is and always has been fascist rhetoric everyone.
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If I was in a fanfiction and started coughing up flowers while working at a flower shop (because this is a flower shop au) I would NOT connect my crush on the tattoo artist next door to the flower cough situation. I would freak the fuck out and think the pollen at work was doing some Last of Us shit to me, quit my job and move FAR away. inadvertently my flame for the tattoo artist would fade with distance, solving my hanahaki situation and proving my 'the flowers were trying to turn me into a plant zombie' theory
I respect silent marketing.
lesbianism at its finest
Male writers writing female characters:
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
‘ She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards’ is the greatest fucking sentence I have ever read.
THE ORIGINAL??
(smh) Never thought I’d see it in the wild. Yet here it is. :)
always gotta reblog the ‘breasted boobily’ post
Pope wore his fancy LAVENDER shirt when he deposited the money from his bank robbing spree!
Sometimes I feel like growing up with a disabled mom put me in a similar camp to people who grew up with queer/accepting parents who thus don't really relate to a lot of queer people because we don't share the suffering they went through and have thus made into a major feature of their identity.
I just sometimes see some disabled people talk about how much grief, pain, misery, shame, anger, ect. that they feel as if all disabled people feel that way, and I have to sit there awkwardly being thankful my mom has been disabled my whole life bcs that meant I just didn't deal with any of that internalized ableism and grief when I became disabled, because to me it just meant my life was like my mom's now, and that's fine?
Idk, it's a weird camp to be in. I almost feel like growing up with a disabled mom made me like...culturally disabled? In a way that made it all so normal that for me seeing it in myself was less "oh god, my body has betrayed me and stolen my joy, this is horrifying and tragic" and more "okay, well, things are different now, but not over, let's figure out what's next" and like. I think most disabled people, especially the ones who were not raised in an environment where they regularly interacted with disabled people, just have an extra internalized ableism struggle to go through that I mercifully got to skip by nature of this being normalized for me through spending every day of the first 15 years of my life with a woman with a severe autoimmune condition who's also in a wheelchair full time.
I could be way off base, but this has been rattling around in my skull for a while and I think this is the best way I have to put it into words rn. I just...never was given a reason to think my mom's life was tragic or lesser, and so viewing my own life that way feels like I'm saying that about her, and I would never. I never saw her as anything but my cool mom who just so happens to be in a wheelchair and need to go to the doctor a lot, but hey, some people's moms didn't speak English well or dressed differently, so whatever. It was like that, my mom had a quirk, but it didn't make her any lesser than my friend's mom's quirks made them lesser. Some people are just different.
This is def what I mean when I say I'm glad I grew up with a disabled mom and wouldn't change her for the world. I almost view it as a privilege in the sense of a small bit of spared injustice. I got spared the worst of internalized ableism. I just wish disabled people existed in public more so more of us could grow up with it being normal enough that we don't have to hate ourselves and our bodies quite so much for changing, you know?
Have a disheveled moody #illario Been having fun with texturing lately Pose referenced from Lina Tesch Photography found via pinterest
move over solas im obsessed with illario now