NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
noise dept.
tumblr dot com

blake kathryn
will byers stan first human second

gracie abrams

bliss lane
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

roma★
🪼

JVL

ellievsbear
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
RMH

shark vs the universe
Stranger Things
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
ojovivo
No title available
Sade Olutola
seen from Germany

seen from Singapore

seen from Germany

seen from Malaysia

seen from China

seen from United States

seen from T1
seen from Colombia

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
seen from Belgium

seen from Singapore

seen from Singapore
seen from Poland

seen from Singapore

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
@oldblackspacequeen-blog
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
NEW BLOG: BLACKSPACEQUEEN
Happy blackout!
When I was younger, I would wait until my mother was sleeping to sneak out on the backyard patio. I would keep a blanket in the closet door next to it. Any chance I could get, I would tip-toe out of my room, grab a stool, reach for the blanket, then slip out onto the patio. I would spread the blanket out, lay flat on my back, and gaze at the stars. I would imagine that the Big Dipper was just God’s lunch lady’s ladle that she would serve Him soup with every Wednesday. I would imagine that Orion’s belt was the only thing keeping his pants on. I would laugh to myself for hours. I would gaze at the moon, and whenever I would stare long enough, I would feel something welling up inside of me. I knew–with every piece of my soul– that someone else was gazing at the moon as well, somewhere. Every night out on the patio, I would wonder who it was out there that was gazing at my moon, stirring my emotions, and effectively comforting me. I wondered who my “space buddy” was, and if they felt the same way I did. I wondered if they had a father that died when they were young– I was only 5–and left a gaping hole within them as large as the Milky Way. I wondered if they fit in at school, because I didn’t. I wondered if they felt as incomplete as I did, and how much. I wondered if they were thinking about me as much as I was thinking about them. I wondered if I would ever meet them, and how long it would be until then… The great Aristotle once wrote that “love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies”.
On November 25th, 2014, my universe aligned and a pair of souls collided. I felt the infinite possibilities that Giordano Bruno spent his entire life studying. Via the internet, I first laid eyes on the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life. Her name was Kayah, and I have never fallen in love so quickly…
(full story at http://gofund.me/o7hhwk)
Please help fund the campaign to send me to New York to finally meet my space queen this Spring Break. I live in Alabama and she lives in Brooklyn, New York. We are absolutely in love with each other, and finally meeting each other would mean the absolute world. Any funding at all would be infinitely, indescribably appreciated by both of us!
Knuckle Puck - No Good (x)
There is no bad religion, only bad people, who hide behind the religion they chose.
(via ddaughter)
vintage & nature
Black CAT Print WATERCOLOR Cat Art Black Cat Watercolor Painting Print 5x7
Jungle/tropical blog
Female privilege is getting to claim a headache to avoid sex.
Female oppression is having to claim physical illness to avoid sex because men won’t take a simple fucking “no” for an answer.
Female oppression is men being so entitled that they think being denied sex is oppressive.
#OOOO FUCKING OWND YOU GOT FUCKING SLAM DUNKED SON YOU’RE GONNA NEED LIKE TEN FEDORAS TO COVER THAT BRUISE FUCKNUTS
my bedroom by josefineharrius on Flickr.
000038 by Mathilda* on Flickr.