eating sand

24, they/her, i translate fanfiction as a coping mechanism art blog: https://www.tumblr.com/pikspinkteeth (header by Nataša Cvijanović, pfp by me)

[redlipstickresurrected]

Michele Poirier-Mozzone (American, based MA, USA) - Sidekicks II, Paintings: Oil on Canvas

[dreadwedge]

you give one dog sideburns and a pompadour as a joke and suddenly you're the dog haircut guy for every elvis impersonator with a poodle in the world. i had dreams. i wanted to be a right wing politician

[memory-is-treachery]

u heard him ladies

[ryebreadgf]

favorite series of tweets

[depsidase]

[moonstonecassie]

@isuggestrevolution

[angelicechelon]

first question on a date should always be 'would you saltburn my grave if i died'

[pikweensandymonster]

at the stripped club straight up saltburning

[angelicechelon]

first question on a date should always be 'would you saltburn my grave if i died'

[angelicechelon]

first question on a date should always be 'would you saltburn my grave if i died'

[pitbolshevik]

i still think about the fucking quesadilla terf

[pitbolshevik]

iirc it was like this terf who was absolutely fuming because her brother was dating a trans woman and she started claiming that she was clearly male socialized because the terf made quesadillas for dinner and the trans woman was like "wow :) this is really good, what is it?" and if she was a REAL woman she would instinctively KNOW what a quesadilla is

anyway it turns out the reason the poor woman didn't know what it was was because the terf had used hummus instead of cheese for some fucking reason so it wasn't even a quesadilla

[finnslay]

things you DO NOT need to be a man

a dick

he/him pronouns

XY chromosomes

things you DO need to be a man

the swiftness of a coursing river

the force of a great typhoon

the strength of a raging fire

the mysteriousness of the dark side of the moon

^this post was brought to you by LGBT^

Let's

Get down to

Business

To defeat the huns

[2productive]

I always loved how back in the day before cellphones, people were unreachable if they weren’t at home. You can call but I won’t be there to answer. You can leave a message but you don’t know how long it’ll be until I hear it. You don’t know if I’m home, but you will have to make the trip to come to my house and knock on the door, hoping I’ll be there. And if I’m not…you can’t reach me!! Now that everyone has a cellphone the expectation of being reachable 24/7 is so disastrous. And let’s not even get into read receipts. I think one of the worst times of my inner peace is when I had an apple watch and suddenly every text and phone call and notification was on my freaking wrist, even if my phone was giving the illusion of distance by being in my pocket or bag or charging in another room. I stopped using it in 2022 and I’d rather eat a jean jacket with no water than ever be so connected again. “oh you can just turn off notifications!” not the point.

[bluetrixie7]

pride month..is OVER!!!

[homoidiotic]

TOP BOYS by @QUEERGARDEN

[filmphotofranz]

[lakemojave]

I failed to notice the original tweet below and i just assumed this post was just about the artistic process in general, not nsfw art specifically, and just accepted that yeah sometimes you gotta rub that thang till the job is done

[trans-girl-nausicaa]

We need to standardize clothing sizes. This is fucking stupid. Pass a federal law or something. I’m sick of this shit.

[anonymous-sea-lion]

If only there was a way to associate a physical length with a number. Like, maybe we could put marks on a long piece of tape or something, evenly spaced, and then you could, like, count how many marks long something is?

I'm probably not making any sense, this is a dumb idea, sorry (/s)

[trans-girl-nausicaa]

you want to measure how many “marks” long something is? Sounds communist, it’ll never work

[latedawnsandearlysunsets]

[notyournene]

denial is an smp...

[issyplaysminecraft]

I mean fuck, I like Primes, I like ghosts, I like Las Nevadas, I like fighting, I like to pog, I like L'manberg and Pandora and wither skulls, I like listening to my discs. Steal them? Prolly would.

What can I say, the fire works, they hit tubs, and my self worth's at an all time low.

And just when it couldnt get worse, Will crashed out and blew up all. I. Own.