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Pooping to the Iron Lung ost rn. Its great, you should try it
My desktop wallpaper cycles between these two images so every 10 minutes I am overwhelmed by the loss of my horse or overcome by the fear of its return.
I'm not tagging this, and I am not writing for anyone in particular. I do not intend on organizing any movement, consider this for all intents and purposes a diary entry that you are privy to. I do not think I possess any moral highground or intellectual superiority, but I have words I need to say, and this is as fair a place as any to say them. I write these things as a hurt and afraid person, who just needs a place to vent.
So I've been in a pretty dark place lately, with all the political doom and gloom our age so fertilizes. Nazis crawling out of the walls in numbers far beyond what you previously thought possible does that to you, I reckon. Especially when your group is one of their main targets.
My thoughts have been arranging themselves as a list of solutions, as they do with most crises in my life. Look away. Pretend they're not there so you don't have panic attacks. Buy a gun, for self defense. Buy a gun, for when someone needs to die.
That last thought is the most dangerous one of them all. Even more recently, my thoughts have been even less pleasant, and far less patient. A single sentence can so easily be validated to oneself when born from the mind of one who is terrified for the safety of their loved ones, and who's moral Compass prioritizes individual freedom and happiness, those being near verbatim of the first amendment of the american bill of rights, over ethics concerning the value of human life.
A single sentence. Wouldn't it be easier if they all would just die?
It was when I really thought of that question, hard, that something occurred. They're thinking the exact same thing -- its literally the nazi modus operandj. It makes sense, when your thoughts are turned towards the consequences of inaction for historical groups victimized by larger, stronger groups, radicalized by idiocy and fear.
So I have a solution. An amendment of my own, to a sentence that is incredibly dangerous. An attempt at maintaining some amount of goodness.
There is a small group of very powerful men coalescing power by inciting violence against a small group. This is not a subtle thing, however they are not picking up guns themselves. They are inciting a very large, very afraid, very foolish population to carry their weapons for them. You as a member or ally of this small population will accomplish ***nothing*** by going out of your way to hurt a member of this incited group, except endangering outers.
Wanna stop nazis? Kill the ones on TV. The snake writhes and dies without its head.
My lovely, darling, sweet girlfriend and I are on our way to the gas station, listening to music. It's hip hop. She turns off the car, cutting off the singer
"He Saya da n word" I say
"Das cus he is da n word" she reply
My sweet, darling, lovely girlfriend, capturing her southern roots
you're on a path in the woods...
marcille is ready for winter :D
It fucks me up that people are actually PROUD of the fact that the person they’re voting for is a convicted felon
I literally don't know what possessed me to make an 11 page comic over these sad old men! bon appetit <3
"hit His prostate this" "milk His prostate that"
where are the fucking posts about milking Her prostate.
heres 5 quick tips to Obliterating you favorite girls prostate~ 💖💖💖
10 best ways to destroy her prostate
Some tips from a girl with a prostate: * DESTROY IT. Her girldick/clit/whatever might be soft and sensitive, but her prostate is not. It needs punishment. You have to fuck her hard, and relentlessly. If she wants to get her g-spot pounded until she cums so hard she nearly blacks out, you need to talk and explain that you might have to push her. You might have to make her cry. There is a solid chance this will make her dripping wet. * DESTROY IT softly. Or rather, with a soft tool. The amount of brutal fucking you’re going to do means you run the risk of tearing her, and then she’s out of action for play for 1-6 months. Find a nice, super-soft toy if you’re going to peg her. Bio-dick is also pretty great, texture and firmness wise. Fingers might be too firm and intense for her, so be aware of that, and hard plastic toys are really hard to learn with. * Have a firm understanding of how to reach it. It’s fairly shallow, and to the front. Bottoming out in her is fun as fuck, but remember that it’s not the best way to make her into a drooling, mewling mess. Right past the tightest point of her hole is the sweet spot, and you’re aiming for the back of whatever hardware she has in front. Fuck her from behind, into the mattress. Push her knees up to her ears, if you’re railing her from the front. Have her lean back, and let you watch the whole show, if she’s riding on top of you. Go for the full nelson, instead of reverse cowgirl, if she’s on top and inverse to you. * Fuck her brain the hardest of any part of her. Know her kinks and fantasies, and engage with them. Use words and phrases that will make her quiver, maybe watch her favorite kind of porn together, during. Indulge her, and put her in the most receptive place to have her mind melt into desperate lust. * Foreplay. Like any other girl, if she’s aching for it long before you begin, she’s most likely to cum like a rocket. Get into her head, and stay there all day. * Desperation. Make sure she hasn’t cum for at least a few days, ideally a week. Tease her. Edge her. Make her edge herself. If she’s into it, consider chastity. * Set the scene. She needs to feel safe, comfortable and like she has all the time in the world. You can’t “fit this in” to your schedule, this IS your schedule, if you want to make it happen. Likewise, remove any negative vibes from her mind that you can. If she’s got genital dysphoria, take her junk out of the equation with cute lingerie or chastity. Make her feel unpressured to perform, but also let her know how much you’d enjoy seeing her squirt for you. * Pay attention. You’ll know when you’re getting it right from the pathetic/adorable noises she’ll start making. Do more of that. * Do it often. Even if you don’t get her to cum from prostate/g-spot stimulation alone the first time, or the tenth, it’s a process. She needs to learn how to lean into it, how to “let it happen”. She needs to be able to practice, so she can learn to cum for you the way you both want. * Have fun.
I do very much appreciate this information. 💜 Another reblog it is.
I’m crying over this picture
I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
There is another way
By the Nine, keep your whore mouth shut
Pretty sure the other way involves keeping your whore mouth open
oh that is knot what i thought they meant but okay!!!
If you know anyone who seems really chill to the point of being virtually indestructible, like nothing could ever bother them in any way, could get hit by a train and just shake it off and be totally fine, laughing it off as soon as they've dusted themselves off and stopped bleeding, but who occasionally just randomly falls apart to complete fucking smithereens with seemingly no cause nor warning, only to get back up again a few minutes/hours/days later like "ok yeah I'm fine again that was weird lmao", and you've ever wondered what the fuck is up with that:
They are actually not ok and most likely are not ok at any point. The whole "hardiest person you know who just collapses randomly sometimes" thing isn't a deliberately constructed façade, as a matter of fact it might be something that they actually personally believe themselves to be. But in reality this is somebody who's either unintentionally learned or has been deliberately trained to hide negative emotions and mask symptoms at all costs, as the #1 priority that goes over any other survival needs.
So even though it may look like they go from 1 to 100 completely at random and unpredictably, and then swing right back again to being totally fine, you have no way of knowing how long they've been at 95% before the last line of defense broke down and the system collapsed. And once they flip back up, odds are that they just managed to scrape their shit back together again just enough to get their backup masking systems running. The "check engine" light never turned on because the wire was clipped years ago.
If this is you, this is your callout to seek some sort of help. I'm telling on everyone in this room including myself.
Reblog to heal the heart of the person you reblogged this from.
playing this new game called indeed.com and it fucking sucks