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Sam. 30. USA. Fan fic reader. Attempting adulthood. Follow me on my journey!

[ethanmaldridge]

"The America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries."

-Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

[the-muppet-joker]

Tump dies tonight while giving his speech in the hot hot sun. Like to charge, reblog to cast

[connorwyndham]

OFF CAMPUS (2026–present) S01E03 | The Orgasm

[viralfrog]

[beardedmrbean]

[theman]

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

[tattooedzombigirl]

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

[imanutcase-10]

Then bring me luck

[thirddeadlysin]

the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work

[icantbearsedtothinkofone]

Hey Potato, cure my -ing cold so I can have a good time while away.

[dduane]

Here's the potato. Make what use of it you will. :)

[rose-by-the-sea]

Aphrodite loves sex workers and victims of sexual assault and intersex people and people who are insecure about their body/self harm and nonwhite people and queer people and fat people btw. pass it on

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

art by @niochemblyat

[ode-on-a-grecian-butt]

I always know its getting toasty out in the world because girls start reblogging this post like crazy

[cementforbones-deactivated20171]

me making coffee: this going to fix everything.

[foodffs]

[foodffs]

Apple Galette with Rum Spiced Dulce de Leche {gluten-free}

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Get your FoodFfs stuff here

[jackabbot]

#the unofficial motto of tumblr dot com

[wordpress-blaze-246574993]

Counting Spoons

This morning,

I open my eyes to find only seven spoons

lying in a small, dented cup by my bed.

The world asks for twenty.

One spoon — just to sit up.

To blink against the ache in my joints,

to gather my breath and convince my heart

that gravity is worth the fight.

Two more — for a shower.

Steam curling over stiff shoulders,

the heat loosening nothing,

my hands heavy as wet towels.

One — to get dressed.

It takes all the grace I have

to pull fabric over skin

that burns at a whisper of touch.

Another — for breakfast.

Lifting the mug,

stirring the spoon,

pretending the taste matters more than the exhaustion in my jaw. 

One — for a phone call.

Because words weigh more than dishes,

and smiling through pain

Keeping up appearances 

is its own kind of heavy labor.

By noon, I am out of spoons.

The day still stretches,

hungry and demanding,

but my hands hold only air.

I borrow from tomorrow.

I always borrow from tomorrow.

And tomorrow will wake me

with fewer spoons in the cup.

Source: Counting Spoons

[omtai]

She literally does not give a damn what that old fool is yelling about

[unaloid]

the lion does not concern herself with papa

[cat-faces]

[trickstarbrave]

I have been enjoying seeing people experience food this World Cup

[sumetal]

[maydei]

[centipede-damascus]

This… is a Dad Meme.

[sumetal]

This is the only good comment on this entire waste of a post

[formulaonedirection]

THE FUCKING GREATEST TO EVER DO IT. WIN IN MCLAREN. WIN IN MERCEDES. WIN IN FERRARI. NEVER DOUBT MY FUCKING GOAT

[cilantrhoes]

[itsbeeugaymers]

can I reblog for both?

[six-sox]

I’m reblogging for both

[000l]

[shrewreadings]

like to charge, reblog to cast.