Néthamaniké

Les vampires, ça n'existe pas. La psychanalyse, ça ne marche pas. On était vraiment faits pour se rencontrer.

[williamcrisafi]

[thatadult]

sending “I hope you get that job” vibes to the people out here tryna get jobs

[theeeprotagonist]

reblogging for yall bc the shit worked for me lol

[blkmedusa]

Karma will pop me if I don’t

[larvitarr]

[inefekt69]

Shinjuku - Tokyo, Japan

[yourbigsisnissi]

A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.

[statsdead-deactivated20200602]

just bought this tapeworm from etsy!

[3828281493392929-deactivated201]

where are you gonna keep it

[statsdead-deactivated20200602]

:)

[ginger-ale-official]

I don’t like this post very much

[psantanico-deactivated20210108]

[thebootydiaries]

me: sorry I’m taken

*loud dragon roar in the distance*

me: oh, there’s my boyfriend :)

[arandomthot]

This hits home a little too hard

[setheverman]

what’s the mood? huh? what is the fucking mood?????? TELL ME BITCH

[toytowns]

it’s LOVE

[setheverman]

damn right

[aintthesharpesttoolintheshed]

[jewican-deactivated20190123]

I do it for the "Good girl."

[theorydictatespractice-deactiva]

This might come as a shock to some of you but saying “I’m not informed enough on this particular topic to have an opinion” is about 100 times more respectable than being misinformed

[nethamanike]

17 avril 2018

Partout la pluie m'appelle Mère salissante du déluge prochain partout les autres s’emmêlent simples silhouettes tirées par le ciel figures de carton peintes par un enfant gâté je ne suis pas des vôtres

Le carnaval a commencé bien avant votre insipide naissance Venise pleurait déjà l'art des hommes quand ils peignaient sur ses murs les arabesques les plus obscures sans jamais réfléchir

Ouvrez vos yeux sévères jugez mes compositions impures moi qui n'attends que la solennelle pluie et quand dans l'onde je plongerai détournez ce regard que j'abhorre seule Sainte Marie me sait.

[hotblugger]

juilanne:

i love typing because my fingers make that cool sound and i seem professional

[myjetpack]

For @newscientist

[pinkwinged-deactivated20230125]

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