time & again

tired, and all over the place. twenty six. bi.

[likemonalisa]

Tove Lo, Vogue Scandinavia, 2022

[globeshaped]

Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)

[kaijuerotica]

save me, rice mixed with some bullshit

[banchie]

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

[cuunos]

being a kid and hearing adults say stuff like "woah 2011 was 4 years ago haha" didn't really convey the fucking horror of a youtube video crossing my recommended labelled "9 years ago" and it's from 2017. that's not true. 9 years ago is 2010 or something. don't lie.

[wetheurban]

Stop delaying joy until life looks a certain way. You're allowed to be happy while you're figuring things out.

[caffeinatedopossum]

"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[salwapsyche]

photos i took with my digicam

[kosmogrl]

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

[yourtryhard]

[milflaralorvan-deactivated20231]

when you see your little kitty walking toward you at a leisurely pace and say "hi baby!" bc you're excited to see her and she starts trotting a little bit faster 'cause she's excited to see you too. that's what life is all about i think

[philcollinsenjoyer]

about 90% of fanfiction takes place in a utopia where men are thoughtful and unsure of their place in the world

[mycatismyfriend]

@skulandcrossbones this might be the greatest tag on a reblog I’ve ever seen.

[wherever-whateverr]

I ❤️ ADOPTING SPEAKING & TYPING MANNERISMS FROM MY FRIENDS

[junk-thunder]

[deeply concerned] whose pussy is this?

[gaytanic-panic]

[andhumanslovedstories]

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.