Shewolf

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[i-am-a-fish]

I don't know what time you're reading this but I bet 10 billion dollars it's bedtime bed beddy bye, go. to fucking sleep please. goodnight

[barnaclebat]

Another day another what the fuck

[deztes]

[foone]

I want this so bad. I'm so annoyed at having to eat. Give me rechargeable batteries instead. I'll wear the maid outfit if I have to, I don't care.

[escuerzoresucitado]

[anneemay]

[nellachronism]

[pokemonheritageposts]

yeah well he had me in the second half too

[pokemonheritageposts]

oh this was absolutely the wrong blog

[godbirdart]

stop trying to make every single drawing a magnum opus. you cannot unleash your art ult until you charge it up with a bunch of shitty little doodles first.

[mihai-florescu]

How tf does a deactivated account still have blue checkmarks

[mihai-florescu]

[i-am-l-ananas]

coins for the ferryman

[macgyvermedical]

I truly hate to tell you all this, but the reason needle sizes are numbered that way (smaller numbers = bigger needles) is BECAUSE SOME ASSHOLE HAD A 1-INCH DIAMETER CYLINDER AND LABELED HIS NEEDLES’ SIZES BY HOW MANY NEEDLES HE COULD SHOVE IN THERE.

Like, 24 24-gauge needles can fit in a 1-inch cylinder. 18 18-gauge needles can fit in a 1-inch cylinder. Wrong and horrible. The worst possible way to measure a needle. Good night.

[delicatepoetry]

I tasted forever on your tongue, a lie wrapped in lust. A promise never intended to be kept. It faded into a facade, hid behind the hurt I let sit in my throat. You tied pretty pledges on my wrists, wrote your vows on my skin. You let the hope sink in. Let the false future we made run through my thoughts. My heart began to beat for you, drowned in the noise was the breaking. You held me with careless hands, covered your deceit in gold. Our love was a myth to you. A chapter in a book of fiction. A run on sentence begging to end. To you, I was a face you’d forget, a name left in bed. To you, a story swallowed down. A moment meant for a memory. An ending with open arms. To you, I was borrowed time.

Isabel Cabrera

[delicatepoetry]

There are days I cannot be strong. Nights I rather drown in tear stained sheets than wade in the ruin. Sometimes my soul is tired of trying. Sometimes my mind must be messy within itself. I cannot force myself to carry the weight of wreckage when my heart is weak. There are moments it must be laid to rest, that I must be put in place. And that does not mean I am giving up, it does not mean I surrender to the madness. It simply shows I’ve been fighting so hard I need to settle into the chaos. Sometimes I need to sleep with my sorrow, let it surround me until tomorrow.

Isabel Cabrera

[delicatepoetry]

If I could tell her all the things she needs to hear, I’d start with how the stars sleep in her eyes. I’d tell her there’s a warmth in her belly that spills out when she laughs. I’d tell her she grows blossoms from bruises, that she mends herself when she breaks. I would tell her ink stained fingers mean so much more than bloody wrists, that crumpled pages carry more truth than a crumbled soul. I’d tell her to carry her bones with strength, they’re the only home she’ll ever keep. I’d whisper the winter out of her heart, clear the way for spring to start. I’d sing the sorrow out of her, drain the pain from her skin. I would remind her that the war in her head is only in one hue, she’s so much more than just blue. If I could tell her all she needs to know, I’d have her face the mirror, show her all she needs is here.

Isabel Cabrera / self love

[devinellekurtz]

He wants some bread… 🥖🥐 Twitter I Instagram

[devinellekurtz]

He got his bread

[inner-muse]

Phew!!! I was all set to cry for poor babby dragon

[everythingfox]

Sun and mood

(via)

[sara-violeta]

[everythingfox]

Tanning kitty

(via)

[razzledazzlerazzberry-deactivat]

Me in the middle of my period, tired of pads: No more

My underwear:

[adz]

met a guy from saudi arabia last night at a bar, he came here with his sister so she could have surgery. he told me “i love your country for healing my sister. there are many wonderful things here, but there’s one thing you do not have. mercy” and then he asked if that was a boston thing or an overall american quality

[deadlysunlight]

that’s some rich shit coming from a nation that is still practicing slavery (maids, workers are basically trafficked trapped and abused), women are left to die in fires because they may not be modest and executes gay people to this day. yeah his sister needed healing because she had no rights in that country and he needs to develop a sense of shame

[adz]

sorry for the confusion - this wasn’t actually the nation of Saudi Arabia speaking, just a guy (human person) i met

[deadlysunlight]

im not confused, if he lived in the nation of saudi arabia he would have experienced all that, or maybe he didn’t notice. why do you think his sister needed healing and not him?

i’ll say it again, its rich shit for a man that is from a country known for its misogynistic hateful ways to come along and judge america for lacking mercy. america isn’t perfect, but a man from saudi should be able to see how his own country hasn’t got any more mercy either and refrain from making such a dumbass judgment. maybe he didn’t notice all the slavery and executions and torture of women and girls because hes a man and still gets his human rights in saudi

[adz]

oh so then here’s where the confusion comes from: when i look at a foreigner in america i see a person with their own individual sense of morality, and when you look at one you see a representative & implicit supporter of all their country’s most heinous crimes. thats cool i hope that doesnt restrict your ability to empathize with other human beings