sorry i forgot to text you back i was scared
almost home

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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Jules of Nature
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if i look back, i am lost
Xuebing Du

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JVL

#extradirty
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Love Begins

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@matchstick-bones
sorry i forgot to text you back i was scared
tuck him in Tuesday
tuck him in Tuesday once again
another tuck him in Tuesday is here
Tuck him out 😈
WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM
I'M PUTTING HIM BACK
get your pussy up get your money up
Ever since starting to publish romance novels I’ve been checking out the romance books at the thrift store specifically for the clinch covers, as a reference for what I might want to do with my own books.
As a culture we mocked these to extinction but I think we were just afraid of their power. The modern clinch revival still hasn't reached the heady heights of what they were doing in the 80s! The vintage covers can be really quite explicit. These ones in particular were steamy enough they had to be hidden on an inner flap.
This episode of the Smart Bitches Trashy Books podcast where they interview Shirley Green and Sharon Spiak, who were romance novel cover artists in the 80s, is a fascinating look at what a huge industry these covers were. Did you know they had whole photography studios full of props to make these? They’d take photos and turn those over to a painter who’d make something like a couple of these a day. They had it down to a science.
Here is a particular favourite of mine, also by Sharon Spiak!
I started teaching myself german bc I could feel my brain atrophying in real time
Entschuldigung is my favorite word so far
Shout-out to this fascinating combination of kinks and DNIs that I saw in the wild:
Let's see, we have:
Our glorious: mommy kink ✅
Their wicked: incest/fauxcest ❌
Our glorious: femboys ✅
Their wicked: sissies ❌
Our glorious: CNC ✅
Their wicked: rapeplay ❌
Our glorious: boys, twinks, femboys, service subs (common theme is that there are multiple of them) ✅
Their wicked: non-monogamy ❌
BITING YOU BITING YOU BITING YOU
some notable catchphrases of 2013:
bitch I might be
do she got the booty ? she doooooooooo !
swiggity swag
the D
wen u mom com home and make hte spagehti
“ hello______, im dad “
AYYY LMAO
W R I T I N G I N T E N S E W O R D S L I K E T H I S
perfect _____ don’t exis-
And now, the weather
at least 2 potato
we’ve come full circle !
life hack :
[ __________ INTENSIFIES]
so many
such doge. much wow. very smile.
mahogany
*sweats nervously*
same.
spooper hot choclety milk
#SHERLOCKLIVES
Scrolling through my own blog bc I missed my posts
Makes me feel a little insane when I have a “oh I want this thing but I don’t have enough money” moment and then I look at the news and see “racist women fired from her job for harassing black people gets $100kusd in donations”
Like oh we live in evil world
I’m sitting here going “is $6 too much for canned trout? But this is the brand that tastes the best” while every evil person on earth gets one wamillion dollars for being evil
my meds are ketchup and fork water
I don't know who needs to hear this, but it's time to take your ketchup and fork water
cities breaking down on a camels back
i had a moment earlier where i was able to fully identify a cptsd flashback for what it was and i’ve never done that before. it actually helped me come back to the current moment and remind myself that i am no longer a child who lacks control over their environment, and I was able to remember that i’ve already done so much in preparation to regain some control of the things i cannot control
popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something
Not to be rude but you think our current pop culture ISNT sexualized enough? All we have is sexual content and it’s not even quality. Just because it’s not the exact aesthetic of eroticism that you prefer doesn’t mean that something is “lost”, it’s just done differently
there’s a difference between eroticism and sexualization ☝️🤓 we have too much sexualization and not enough eroticism. eroticism is suggestive, not overtly sexual. i know you don’t realize this but you’re actually kind of agreeing with me. we have too much low quality over sexualized content with no meat or context or purpose. everybody needs to put their clothes back on and start staring at each other from across crowded rooms NOW! 🫵
That article sums it up perfectly tbh
The human body has become a strange contradiction at the heart of the modern blockbuster. Sexy, yes. But sexual? No.
this meme is so niche
Whenever I think about the value of something being done by a person who really understands the job from a lifetime of experience, I think of my first restaurant job. My goal was to work every position, and I started with a year and a half in the dish pit at 16yo.
When i started as a dishwasher, i was trained by an old career dish pit man named Claudio. He'd spent his whole life washing dishes. It allowed him to move to just about any city in the world that he wanted to and get a job without having to deal with complex hiring processes or strict resumé requirements. Which was the main thing he wanted out of a career. I still think about him.
He'd seen a lot of people come through that station who either didn't consider it a real job or thought it was beneath them, on their way to "better" or "more important" things. And, in retrospect, those first two days he was sort of doing the minimum with me that he could do and still respect himself when he told the manager he'd trained me.
But, maybe it was because i was really interested in learning all the positions there were in a restaurant because i knew they were ALL important, or because i was a hard worker, or maybe it was because i tried to have real conversations with him in my broken spanish and did my best to not make him speak any english unless he wanted to, but after a couple days there was a big shift in the way he and i worked together, and he started to really teach me.
That place ran the dish pit with one dishwasher, so when he was done training me I was going to be doing the job on my own.
The thing that stuck with me the most, for the rest of my restaurant career, was this... and it wasn't just the actual things he was saying, but a completely new way of looking at what i was doing within the context of how the restaurant ran. I came in for my 3rd day and he said
"When you work alone, you want to go home by midnight?"
we clocked on at 3:30 and took a half hour lunch break and usually skipped our tens, so, yeah i absolutely did want to get off work by midnight
Then, even tho i already knew where most of everything was by that time, he took me around and showed me all the dishes, cups, pots and pans, spatulas, silverware, had me look at all of it. Then he told me to remember that almost every one of the dishes I was looking at would be used more than once by the end of our shift- we were clocking on to wash the entire building full of dishes multiple times.
Then he led me back over to the industrial dishwasher most restaurants have, which looks like this:
and then this 60 year old career dishwasher from Mexico City said the thing that changed how I looked at restaurant jobs forever
"This machine takes two full minutes to run a cycle. We are on the clock for 8 hours. That means we have a maximum of 240 times we can run this machine. If you want to wash all those dishes, clean your station, mop, and clock off by midnight? This machine has to be on and running every second of the shift.
If you don't have a full load of dishes collected, scraped, rinsed, stacked, and ready to go into the dishwasher the second it's done every single time? You can't do it. If, over the course of 8 hours, you let this machine lay idle for just one minute in between finishing each load and being turned on again? Instead of 240 loads, you'll do 160 loads.
[like, literally, he had done this math, he had these exact figures]
160 loads instead of 240 loads means you are doing 20 loads in an hour instead of 30 loads. That means the dishes are going to pile up. The cooks will run out of pots and pans and will have to stop and wait for you, the servers will run out of plates and cups and have to stop and wait for you, and your night is going to SUCK. Every part of how this restaurant works can grind to a halt because of that idle minute between dish loads, and if it does you'll have an entire building of people in a hurry and all waiting on you.
And it means you're going to be here until 2 am doing the 200+ loads of dishes this restaurant goes through every night.
For this to work, you MUST have this dishwasher on and running every minute of the shift. As soon as you turn it on you have two minutes to have the next load ready. See these large items i put to the side down here? One or two of them takes up all the space in the machine. I keep them here so that if the machine finishes and shuts off before i'm ready for it i can stick one of these in there and turn it on again immediately. You have to think like that to do this job without stress."
The way he was looking at how the whole restaurant ran, the way he was looking at how he'd spend each minute of the entire shift, the way he broke down what the physical limits were and how to max them out so he could do his job and go home on time without stressing out... The way this 60 year old guy, who had never had professional ambitions beyond being a dishwasher, was still such a competent and brilliant expert in his field.
It was all such an important lesson, and one that stayed with me through every position i went on to work in restaurants, dish pit, busser, server, cook, all the way up through manager before I finally got out of my restaurant career
Claudio never wanted to be anything but a dishwasher who didn't stay any later than he had to.
But he knew how that restaurant ran better than most of the other people in it. I never had a chance to truly thank him for the specific lesson he taught me, because while it had an immediate impact, I didn't really understand how valuable a lesson it was until much later.
But I've thought about Claudio and what i learned from him many MANY times in my life.