quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
The Stonewall Inn
$LAYYYTER

ellievsbear

gracie abrams
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

Product Placement
Game of Thrones Daily
trying on a metaphor
No title available

No title available

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

roma★
One Nice Bug Per Day

Discoholic 🪩
Keni
Show & Tell
Cosmic Funnies
will byers stan first human second
Claire Keane
The Bowery Presents
seen from Germany

seen from Austria

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Poland
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from Spain

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Canada

seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@ray-archives
quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog
criminal that you can't give physical affection online
I am competent
i almost heard your voice in my head
saying the same things i was
halfheartedly, thinking
“it’s not that easy”
and now i feel bad all over again
i forgot what it was like, i guess
it’s been a while, i used
to listen to love songs and think of you
now i open my mouth and no words come out
and i wish i could shower with
the lights off
but i’d think too much of you—
and besides
i’m scared of the dark
or something.
i seem to always have you in my mind,
and i’m mad
that it’s over,
that you told my favorite lies
and i let myself believe i might
one day meet your sisters
buy a jacket for the winter weather
but now i’ll spend my summer
trying not to remember, wondering
if you’ll think of me on my birthday or
forget it just as easily as ever
wiped clean
like a chemical scrub—
i know you will, claim something in life
got the best of you
but i’ll think better of you
and miss you until i’m sick.
last night i woke up with a tightness in my chest
so crushing i couldn’t sleep
and i wished i could cry
because i could not rip my heart out.
when the sun came up i just
closed my eyes again and again and again
told all my friends
“we should meet up”
knowing it’s never going to happen
knowing i’ve always been a liar
but i guess you had no way of knowing
until i lied and said i
didn’t love you at all
i almost heard your voice in my head
saying the same things i was
halfheartedly, thinking
“it’s not that easy”
and now i feel bad all over again
i forgot what it was like, i guess
it’s been a while, i used
to listen to love songs and think of you
now i open my mouth and no words come out
and i wish i could shower with
the lights off
but i’d think too much of you—
and besides
i’m scared of the dark
or something.
i seem to always have you in my mind,
and i’m mad
that it’s over,
that you told my favorite lies
and i let myself believe i might
one day meet your sisters
buy a jacket for the winter weather
but now i’ll spend my summer
trying not to remember, wondering
if you’ll think of me on my birthday or
forget it just as easily as ever
wiped clean
like a chemical scrub—
i know you will, claim something in life
got the best of you
but i’ll think better of you
and miss you until i’m sick.
last night i woke up with a tightness in my chest
so crushing i couldn’t sleep
and i wished i could cry
because i could not rip my heart out.
when the sun came up i just
closed my eyes again and again and again
told all my friends
“we should meet up”
knowing it’s never going to happen
knowing i’ve always been a liar
but i guess you had no way of knowing
until i lied and said i
didn’t love you at all
i almost heard your voice in my head
saying the same things i was
halfheartedly, thinking
“it’s not that easy”
and now i feel bad all over again
i forgot what it was like, i guess
it’s been a while, i used
to listen to love songs and think of you
now i open my mouth and no words come out
and i wish i could shower with
the lights off
but i’d think too much of you—
and besides
i’m scared of the dark
or something.
i seem to always have you in my mind,
and i’m mad
that it’s over,
that you told my favorite lies
and i let myself believe i might
one day meet your sisters
buy a jacket for the winter weather
but now i’ll spend my summer
trying not to remember, wondering
if you’ll think of me on my birthday or
forget it just as easily as ever
wiped clean
like a chemical scrub—
i know you will, claim something in life
got the best of you
but i’ll think better of you
and miss you until i’m sick.
last night i woke up with a tightness in my chest
so crushing i couldn’t sleep
and i wished i could cry
because i could not rip my heart out.
when the sun came up i just
closed my eyes again and again and again
told all my friends
“we should meet up”
knowing it’s never going to happen
knowing i’ve always been a liar
but i guess you had no way of knowing
until i lied and said i
didn’t love you at all
i almost heard your voice in my head
saying the same things i was
halfheartedly, thinking
“it’s not that easy”
and now i feel bad all over again
i forgot what it was like, i guess
it’s been a while, i used
to listen to love songs and think of you
now i open my mouth and no words come out
and i wish i could shower with
the lights off
but i’d think too much of you—
and besides
i’m scared of the dark
or something.
i seem to always have you in my mind,
and i’m mad
that it’s over,
that you told my favorite lies
and i let myself believe i might
one day meet your sisters
buy a jacket for the winter weather
but now i’ll spend my summer
trying not to remember, wondering
if you’ll think of me on my birthday or
forget it just as easily as ever
wiped clean
like a chemical scrub—
i know you will, claim something in life
got the best of you
but i’ll think better of you
and miss you until i’m sick.
last night i woke up with a tightness in my chest
so crushing i couldn’t sleep
and i wished i could cry
because i could not rip my heart out.
when the sun came up i just
closed my eyes again and again and again
told all my friends
“we should meet up”
knowing it’s never going to happen
knowing i’ve always been a liar
but i guess you had no way of knowing
until i lied and said i
didn’t love you at all
i almost heard your voice in my head
saying the same things i was
halfheartedly, thinking
“it’s not that easy”
and now i feel bad all over again
i forgot what it was like, i guess
it’s been a while, i used
to listen to love songs and think of you
now i open my mouth and no words come out
and i wish i could shower with
the lights off
but i’d think too much of you—
and besides
i’m scared of the dark
or something.
i seem to always have you in my mind,
and i’m mad
that it’s over,
that you told my favorite lies
and i let myself believe i might
one day meet your sisters
buy a jacket for the winter weather
but now i’ll spend my summer
trying not to remember, wondering
if you’ll think of me on my birthday or
forget it just as easily as ever
wiped clean
like a chemical scrub—
i know you will, claim something in life
got the best of you
but i’ll think better of you
and miss you until i’m sick.
last night i woke up with a tightness in my chest
so crushing i couldn’t sleep
and i wished i could cry
because i could not rip my heart out.
when the sun came up i just
closed my eyes again and again and again
told all my friends
“we should meet up”
knowing it’s never going to happen
knowing i’ve always been a liar
but i guess you had no way of knowing
until i lied and said i
didn’t love you at all
forgot to say this here, but if you're indian and not speaking up/supporting the protest feel free to unfollow me💗
forgot to say this here, but if you're indian and not speaking up/supporting the protest feel free to unfollow me💗
with love. you have to fact check shit. yes you. you still have to fact check shit. a lot of people are great at fact checking stuff they don’t want to be true, but somehow are still absolute ass at fact checking stuff that’s rhetorically convenient to them. even people my age, who I KNOW grew up doing internet/bibliography literacy workshops, and being warned not to believe anything that isn’t reliably sourced, people who DO harp on fact checking conservative output or whatever, are still kneejerk sharing unsourced shit that is partially or wholly untrue or misleading, because it suits whatever narrative they’re pursuing in that moment, without even a “take this with a grain of salt”. fact check!!!!!! look at the sources!!!!! yes it’s a drag!!! do it!!!!!
Platonic love is not a runner up to romantic love. Platonic love isn’t second place. Platonic love isn’t less real, less valid or less powerful than romantic love. Don’t let your platonic love take a back seat to romantic love.
he who hath not tasted the ghee podi benne dosa will never know what true bliss feels like
I hope JK Rowling is having a bad day.
i am gay and tired, reblog this if you are also gay and tired
Let me examine closer *my eyes turn purple and blaze with spiritual power* oh yeah no that's an egret not a heron, it's got black legs
"grackle" really is a perfect name for a bird. knocked it out of the park w/ that one
Damn. That really is a grackle.