Being an artist and meeting other artists
Person: I'm an artist
Me: Oh cool! How much do you cry???

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Being an artist and meeting other artists
Person: I'm an artist
Me: Oh cool! How much do you cry???
REAL Donald Trump not fake (all real)
“So what’s your religion?”
“do you believe in god?”
me:
daylight savings is just another example of how time is fake
I know I’m enjoying a show on Netflix when I start managing time by how many episodes I can watch.
Me @ Beyonce after that performance
“what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me”
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via wordsnquotes)
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everything over comic sans
did I ever mention that I know someone whose family owned a zombie dog because that’s some real shit that I get to delight with at parties
Tell us that story?
okay here is the story of the zombie dog
this dog’s name was John. they found him half drowned in a bag of puppies that were not so fortunate as he was, and was taken in immediately. he was a runt and not quite right (most likely from the whole half drowned thing), but a very loving dog. the problem with John was that he smelled like death, and no one knew why. vets couldn’t figure it out. it was obviously some kind of skin problem, but they had no idea what kind. all anyone knew was that if you touched him, you would smell like death too, so you couldn’t pet him, and that for some reason, the only thing that made the smell go away was being around other dogs. so they got another dog and the death smell stopped and John lived a very happy life
when he was getting old, maybe about 15 years, part of his skull caved in. just like that! suddenly had a huge dent in his head! and he was totally fine. didn’t notice it, didn’t affect him at all. just this massive dent right there in his head where his skull had collapsed in on his brain, and he was still the happiest and most loving dog. the skull cave in, for whatever reason, caused the ear on that side of his head to just fall off entirely, but again, perfectly happy dog who did not know he was down an ear and a fully formed skull. they took him to the vet, thinking maybe they should put him down. I mean, wouldn’t you think so? but the vet said that the dog was eating, and pooping, and happy, so there was no reason to put him down, so they didn’t
but that’s not even the weird part. the weird part is the area of the brain that got caved in on was apparently the area that registers pain, so this one-eared, collapsed skull dog could no longer feel any pain. he got old, his joints got stiff, his teeth rotted out of his head, his tongue hung out of his mouth and got black and hard, and he felt none of it! in fact, he was happier than he’d ever been feeling no pain, and the fact that he didn’t feel how much he was falling apart somehow made him live until he was 23. that’s right, the collapsed skull, one eared, zero teeth, smells like literal death when alone dog lived to be 23 years old. they used to joke that he’d been dead for years, but was too stupid to realize it yet
and that’s the story about the literal zombie dog my friend’s family owned
I'n simultaneously delighted, alarmed, a little horrified and impressed all at once.
scattering in so many different directions, i dream of wholeness.
haiku by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)
i. yesterday i slept in a shirt you gave me and pretended it didn’t mean anything, like i didn’t stay up half the night thinking about how it’s the closest i’ll get to your skin again. ii. there are soft spots in between all the hurt, moments where i forget, fuzzy patches of lightness where there still is a version of me that doesn’t flinch at the sound of your name. iii. these words are heavy in my hands. it’s the first time i’ve been glad you don’t care much for poetry. i wonder if the next girl you love will have ink in her veins like i did. i wonder how willing she’ll be to bleed for you. i wonder a lot of things. iv. i got my wisdom teeth out the first tuesday without you. i’m the kind of tender that hurts to the touch. my tongue keeps finding its way back to the scar tissue. my mouth still tastes like all the things i’ve lost.
ugly truths i’ll never tell you by Auriel Haack (via poppyflowerpoetry)
Loud and vivacious to everyone else, but only soft spoken to you.
@ altermynative (via wnq-writers)
being self-aware enough to realize you’re being irrational but still not being able to stop anything
all posts after 2am and before 7am shall be forgiven.
*15 years old boy voice* alcohol
alcohol
I want to wake up in the middle of the night with you sound asleep in my arms, instead of me dreaming you are