悲しそうな目

[nevver]

Movie posters of the week (please see captions for credit)

[zvaigzdelasas]

[jaubaius]

[nabi3000]

[langernameohnebedeutung]

[hogmilked]

[cerbercry]

@antimattter-eel you.

[antimattter-eel]

me!!!

[salmonpiffy]

The Kiss

[jjjjjjjjjjohn]

W  A  S  H    Y  O  U  R    H  A  N  D  S

[yocalio]

“female-presenting nipples”

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Has anyone posted a female presenting Naples yet?

[urben911]

What’s wrong with her hand

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Hastyphotoshopitis.

[enjoymorestuff]

This website is getting almost dangerously sarcastic.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Don’t worry they’re banning sarcasm next because it sounds like “orgasm.”

[handweavers]

me: waking up from top surgery

doctor: here are your male presenting nipples sir

[gaytotodile]

okay y’all real talk

what social media platform are we all collectively moving to

[buglordsupreme]

hell

[gaytotodile]

great!!!! see you there my dude

[muddierbuddy]

[mobpsycho100]

[sharabp]

Throughly enjoying other restaurants reacting to IHOb

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[cockbarff-deactivated20150220]

[lolawashere-deactivated20240904]

[partinite]

HO SH!T

[fluorescent]

[only-spice]

Coming back to reality after a vacation is always hard.

You’re bone tired, and the house didn’t magically clean itself after your mad packing frenzy. There are mountains of dirty clothes, nothing in the fridge, and the lawn grew six inches while you were gone. There’s a mailbox full of bills, the cats seem to expect to be fed, and the vacuum cleaner glares at you from the closet.

And then there’s work. Emails to catch up on, projects to finish, and were your work clothes always this confining? Damned if your boss didn’t get even more annoying while you were gone.

None of those irritants are the worst part. You know what is? We’re apart again.

I kissed him goodbye this morning, and I’ll see him again tonight. But I miss being able to reach out and slip my hand into his. Feeling how it dwarfs mine, and knowing that the weight of the world slips off my shoulders at that first touch.

Two more hours, and then I’ll drive as fast as I can, back to my favorite destination of all. Anywhere that he is.