The cactus is yet to bloom

Chelle | they/them | 20+ A flower has bloomed Here but like... not really

[sawakamura]

KSJSHFLAJFKAJFNSKANFNAHFKANF

[ebyssos]

Behold, some creatures

(Based on the "little guy" drawing meme)

[dci-agent-dtle]

Happy birthday to all the McElroy brothers except griffin

[sapphling]

going to keep it real with you man you were not passing for neurotypical in the company zoom call today

[drops-of-universe]

sorry i was passionate & intense & insane. it will happen again

[bimstown]

[myspace]

Simple Plan recording the What’s New Scooby-Doo? theme song

[ruinedchildhood]

[girlballs-archive]

hey girl your pussy is awesome, where did you get it installed?

[mantis-lizbian]

between my thighs

[girlballs-archive]

[amnesiaguy]

so ummm welcome to my jar:) lemme show you around! theres some holes poked in the top so i can breathe, theres some leaves to munch on, and ive even got a twig! #mytwig

[pope-is-crying]

saw this absolute king at the Paris Miku Expo

[morticious-delicious]

[errrrmmmmmmmmmmm-deactivated202]

Get your pussy up get your money up. You’re gorgeous btw

get my pussy up,,,,,,, get my money up,,,,,,,,,

[lichenteeth]

fuck gender I’m not even human dude

[wanderlust-farm]

I'm glad I only get recommended the important news

[pigeon-god]

for reference this was a past setup

[punished-venom-solitair-e]

[greelin]

sorry i’m late. had a hard time finding the “congrats on becoming the very thing you sought to destroy” section in the greeting card aisle

[gaymolegaming]

Reblog if you stand against order, civilization, and goodness itself

[maggierockets]

On first read, I thought the tone was “and that’s why it’s awesome”

[zerosuitsammi3]

Not the tone the writer intended but nonetheless the correct tone to read it in

[codex-entry]

[faustandfurious]

The inherent homoeroticism of killing your enemy and immediately regretting it

[faustandfurious]

It’s about rage, it’s about obsession, it’s about making that two-person war your entire raison d’être. It’s about loving and mistaking it for hatred and loving and loving and loving to the point of destruction. His or yours, it doesn’t matter. And you think seeing him dead at your feet will make you feel better, but all you feel is a whole lot of nothing.