Jesus Christ you people are testing my patience putting capitalism-defender bronies on my dash
under communism the bourgeois program "my little pony" will be replaced by "our great horse". there will be one toy.
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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Jesus Christ you people are testing my patience putting capitalism-defender bronies on my dash
under communism the bourgeois program "my little pony" will be replaced by "our great horse". there will be one toy.
medieval backstreet boys: you are… my friar
the one... dear squire
made this babytuber thumbnail cause i kept seeing this meme for the past few days
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a slapping,
As of some one gently flapping, flapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some fairy,” I muttered, “slapping at my chamber door—
Only this and nothing more.”
Quoth the walrus, "Are you sure?"
had to draw it
people will call “x reader” cringe, then be on c.ai trying to have sex. girl be serious
this fanfiction shit easy af
literally none of them go right
current fan creation landscape is kinda like if you went to a party with a homemade cake and everyone takes a slice and silently thumbs up at you with no attempt to start a conversation except for occasionally some guy sits in the corner with a tape recorder critiquing the cake as though he was a restaurant critic and another guy is handing the cake to an uber driver like "yeah i need you to find a restaurant that makes cake like this so i can have more of it" and the only person that's talked to you in 30 minutes is a very sweet little guy who was like "hey i liked your cake" and then ran away apologizing for bothering you the moment you said thank you.
someone brought a cake analysis robot to feed the cake into to determine the exact ingredients and supposedly it can spit out the exact same cake. and if you're like dude. what. then they're like well if it bothers you you should have made more cake. i'm hungry and i deserve cake. and you're like dude we're at a party.
Three months later you find out that fifty people locked themselves in a room to discuss how much they loved your cake and how they wished you made more. None of them ever told you.
so for the love of god. please tell people you liked their cake and don’t feel embarrassed about it. because then they will make more cake.
sometimes the nut doesn't bring any clarity at all no matter how hard you bust it. the delirium only deepens.
man...
don’t abandon joy because it is brief. don’t commit to solitude because happiness is fleeting. it’s okay that good things do not last forever. it’s okay to simply enjoy a thing for as long as you have it.
you can never go back. this is your one life. you had a bad childhood and that's it. you lost your teen years to mental illness and that's it. you're miserable in your 20s and that's it. you just go forward
people who only engage with fiction for ships and base their entire opinion on the quality of a story on whether their favorite ship is treated the way they want to or not are people i wish i could push into a locker. is that mean to say
fill your body with cranberries so the horse that kills you gets a sensual surprise when he begins to feed
i will give the horse that kills me no such luxury
interesting dates on this post
People really underestimate the power of just telling someone you like them. romantically obviously but hell even just platonically too. You can admit you enjoy peoples presence it doesn’t have to be mind games it’s okay to just be sincere and true with your thoughts and intentions btw
me: i wanna talk about my ocs
someone: ok tell me about your ocs
me, suddenly convinced that every single thing about my ocs is stupid and cringy and probably offensive: i. have them