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@pinprickedroses
hello. my name is samuel, but you can call me sammy/sam/that bitch, i really don't care. i use he/him/they, but as long as you don't call me she, i'm cool with it.
!! im a minor !!
my discord is sammy0848 if you want to talk
@snippedstems ❤️
if i come across as brash or rude, i am just not great with communication. i promise i don't bite usually
uhhh ok go bananas b a n a n a s bye bye
moots list:
the eyes can’t lie.
irving: @a-sunken-reverie
daniel: @the-infinite-performance
MY FUCKING CAR
this site really did suck so fucking bad when its demographic was straighter
i don't believe such a time ever existed
this post always kills me bc i’m like 90% sure the picture behind him is this:
cats always step precisely on your most sensitive areas when theyre crawling on you lovingly for cuddles. bladder dick ovaries boobs stomach bruise it doesnt matter. they have homing devices on their paws for the exact area you’re most tender at the moment and they put their full weight into that step. and sometimes they might keep their stance midstride so theyre just standing there forever forcing you to endure the pain. because they are simply too cute to get mad at
the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
You never know what color pallette someone's Tumblr is till ppl are screenshotting posts and tags
do u like mine
Oh wow.
Some people on tumblr are reading ancient scrolls and you'd never know
“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat
I live a very balanced life of noticing things nobody else does and not noticing the things that literally everybody notices
I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare
I would take a job pushing the Sisyphus rock if it paid 20 an hour and I could wear my headphones
[ At the edge of the beach stands a young woman, with dark brown hair and a simple look on her face. She isn't looking out at the ocean, but down at the sand. She plucks a shell from the golden sand and washes it off in the ocean water that flows to her ankles.
On her walk back up to the pile of shoes that is growing to fetch her own, she runs into Daphne. The woman's eyes widen in recognition of something left unsaid. She runs over and holds the shell out in her open palm. ]
"I saw you earlier looking for your bag. It had a bunch of jewelry in it, so I thought I'd get you a shell to wear as a necklace. A small thing to make you feel pretty!
That tall man helped you out with it, didn't he? What a gentleman he must be, to help a lady in need. He was so mysterious..."
[ The young lady gushes, a dusting of pink across her cheeks as she speaks of the man who helped Daphne. She composes herself. ]
"My name is Leslie. Did you happen to have a spare dress? I feel like my own is awfully exposing."
-🗝️
[ Daphne pauses for a moment, looking down at the woman who had just given her the shell. It was beautifully in tact, Daphne had only seen broken fragments of shells when she had walked the shoreline. She wraps the string around her neck without a word to Leslie, silently signifying her appreciation for the gift. ]
[ Daphne sighs at Leslie's words about the young man that had aided Daphne with her bag earlier. Leslie was right, there was something mysterious about the man, but Daphne saw something that perhaps Leslie could not. Despite the minuscule gesture that gave Daphne her bag back into her own hands, there was something deeper beneath the man's skin that she knew brewed like a storm. ]
"Thank you, Leslie. I appreciate the gift." [ Daphne smiles gently before moving to stand next to Leslie, her back facing the forest and her gaze reaching the water's edge. She longed to dip more than her feet into the cool blue, but knew that a lady would never risk her appearance for her own childish wonder. Daphne wondered if Leslie felt the same. If society's boney hands still grasped at her ankles the way they did to Daphne. ]
"You ought to be careful with the men on this island, Leslie. Not all of them are as nice as they seem. There will be one day where they all realise that there is nobody left on this island to tell them what not to do, and they will indulge their every last desire, as men tend to do. A man may seem kind at first, with his mysterious demeanour, or how much of a gentleman his mother may have raised him to be. But beneath every man's skin is something that urges them to do wrong, and you will have to live with those consequences for the rest of your days if you choose him. He will bruise you and your ego, and reduce you to something you can't even fathom of becoming. You will grovel at his feet and beg like a dog with no respect left to keep him near. This is no place to find a husband." [ Daphne pauses for a moment, with the expression of someone who has seen firsthand the consequences of the actions she warns Leslie of. Daphne gnaws on her bottom lip before smiling to herself and turning to Leslie. ]
"Perhaps it is a place to find a friend, though."
@soulsofconstellations
@a-sunken-reverie (mentioned)
Bitch I don’t even know you. And you’re a deer.
do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt
you make one fucking post where the point is “women are encouraged to develop disordered eating from a very young age and that impacts how we view the ‘natural’ size and shape of women” and too many reblogs later i am being accused of saying short people wouldn’t exist if they ate better growing up. i’m sorry but if you genuinely think i was saying that you are just a buffoon. i cannot and will not sanction your buffoonery.
stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household
