hello vonnie
Jules of Nature
Claire Keane
EXPECTATIONS
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Fai_Ryy
Cosmic Funnies
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Keni
tannertan36
oozey mess
almost home
NASA
Product Placement
Mike Driver
🪼
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@monster-okay
Every Thursday
My Majordomo Insists I Be Clad In Finery
Seated Behind My Driver
Window Ajar, Four Inches
To Forage For A Bride
Good Day Madam
Shall We Go For A Drive
Sire, I Must Warn Thee Laughingly, As Your Most Trusted Driver These New Trappings Of Yours Make You Most Vulnerable To Attacks And, What's Worse, The Ladies Find Them Abhorrent
I Fear You Will Find No Love Nor Bride Lest You Abandon This Livery
I Just Want 2 Party
I'm A Cool Guy Who Likes To Party
Actually dear redditor, Die Hard is not a Christmas Movie because it’s not about Santa.
Distance doesn’t exist theory. What we perceive as distance is actually just the amount of space between things, represented by length.
Brainstorm
four hour long video essay titled the quiet dignity of suckpig, thumbnail is a picture of the aforementioned pig with its eyes covered by the word "SUFFERING" in bold red letters
Transgender shut-in viable builds 2026
Came to this world a loaded handgun, firing at random
Hit the people who were closest, not the ones who deserved it, and
Some of them still don’t talk to me, can’t say I blame them for a second
I’ll try to aim more carefully
Came to this world a loaded handgun, firing at random
Hit the people who were closest, not the ones who deserved it, and
Some of them still don’t talk to me, can’t say I blame them for a second
I’ll try to aim more carefully
we might ride together till we reach freedom and we might ride till we reach justice and i’ll get out alone and walk till all the world is dust i’ll still be on my own in the community we’re building but that could never change any society is prison to me so i’m up all night dreaming i’m not alive as long as there’s a prison guard that’s breathing
Somebody in head-to-toe temu mall goth gear is standing in front of a wrinkled pride flag and doing bad ass poses into the camera with a plastic toy gun they are pretending is real, posting the photographs on Tumblr dot com. The post has sixty thousand notes and everybody thinks this is for real, actually, unironically bad ass. 1200 replies believe the plastic gun held together with screws is real and half of them are begging the poster to erotically execute them through latently-ironic meme phrases. They are all 25-35 years old. The OP is an American and it would have been cheaper to buy a real gun.
It makes me feel like an insane cave-dwelling salamander man. It's all just empty symbols. It's all just gesturing towards ideas that only exist in the data center between the poster and the viewer. Everybody styles the same cheap crap in the same way to check the box on a commodified identity. Even the actual aesthetic property of the fashion is secondary to the performance of aesthetic. The function is to be itemized as this commodified identity more than living through its aspects. It's all social marketing, not conversation. And it works. It drowns out anyone who actually gives a shit about any of these things they're aping. I feel like I take these things too seriously and I'm making myself weirder by thinking about it so much, but I've realized authenticity is ultimately the only thing worth caring bout. Our present cultural landscape, because of how high-volume social media functions, is outright opposed to authenticity. All of this, the amount of social reward for this kind of empty performance, the amount of individual demand created for it by our media environment, is the atomized form of it. I'm going crazy. Does anyone actually do anything cool anymore?
where are the milfs.
spending time with their kids. its the holidays.
tip of penis sticking out panties is so good
Pink Maggie
wadda hell
Pink Maggie
pink maggie this post isnt for you
Pink Maggie
Magenta Bart
magenta bart this also isnt for you
Magenta Bart
Gamboge Sonic
WHAT
White Brian
Green Bunty
Blue Lois
Pink Nicole
Red Marge
(via Facebook)
This is my promise to you.
✊ Never. Stop. Blogging.
Share the Tumblr prayer.
Ummmmm, welp im out
(I will now go down an entire gallon of gasoline and pour bleach onto my eyes now)
What the Hell, man? Sunny's legs don't bother you, but this makes you want to quick fade out of existence? I don't see the problem.
My MLP standard are different from my personal ones.
What are you freaking out about, though? Did you not realize you are trapped here, as I am? Taking the pledge is irrelevant. Tumblr is the Hotel California. You can check out anytime you like, Darling, but you can never leave.
Many will be returning to this Hell hole from a far worse place than Hell itself thanks to the efforts of one Billionaire. And I for one welcome our wayward brethren and sisters back to the herd.
Meh, can’t really say your wrong because ye ain’t, but still, we are all different and different things freak us out in different ways, so with that said I’m going invisible because this freaks me out
Oh my god - I'll never get tired of this site.
Bring it in guys! ❤️
I took this Picture of graffiti fish and the thistle on an over pass over the river’ It just happens to be on of my favorite channel cat fishing fishing spots —Weantuniverse
