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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Not today Justin
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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if i look back, i am lost

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Three Goblin Art
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@sherlock-mania
Happy Lizard Fashion Day to those who celebrate.
nearly had a medical emergency today because - and i cannot stress enough how little i am making this up - a helicopter landed in front of an open grain silo while i was getting off my ship and i am deathly allergic to the wheat that said helicopters rotor blades proceeded to blast in my face at full force. the cosmic forces are plotting against me ass situation to be in
[ID: anonymous question reading: helicopter deadass said gluten tag ///end ID]
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I cannot let this languish in tags, thank you for your service @beemovieerotica
[ID: anonymous tag reading: #more like auf wheatersehen ///end ID]
The cure to anxiety is completing all the tasks you have to finish for the day early and doing them phenomenally and being physically perfect and on everyoneās good side preferably even their favorite.
tumblr discourse after 13 years on this fucking website
at a bar in lower manhattan and theyāre playing catholic choral music. on the wall thereās a giant mural of gregorian monks on a raft
the only other people in here are talking quietly about japanese verb conjugation. there are many statues of gargoyles and gnomes
reading reviews while quietly sipping my drink. i feel like iām in an alternate dimension. itās called Burp Castle btw
probably goes without saying this is now my favorite bar in the world
new yorkers are so fucking spoiled it is unbelievable
The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing⢠and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you
This flavor of reblog to this post always makes me laugh so hard thank you
I aināt afraid of no goats.
I am suspicious of the pineapple though.
beauty standards are so fucked up what happened to i love your body because it's you. what then.
people get hotter the more you like them that's just science
Talking to yourself has such a negative stigma in our society, and that sucks. Self-talk is so useful! Iāve picked up a couple of new habits recently that involve self-talk:
Asking myself āhow are you?ā I do this aloud, tho I donāt always answer aloud. This lets me check in with my body ā āI have to peeā and mind ā āIām frustratedā ā in ways that I frequently donāt do throughout the day.
In my ongoing quest to reduce my phone screentime, whenever I pick up my phone I say aloud, āI am picking up my phone to do X.ā This helps me a) remember what Iām picking up my phone to do, instead of picking up my phone e to do it then immediately getting distracted by a new text message or other notification and forgetting my task and b) helps me realize when I donāt actually want or need to be picking up my phone and Iām just doing it out of habit. āIām picking up my phone because I am bored and need a distractionā is perfectly fine but I need to consciously acknowledge thatās what Iām doing.
Anyway, I like both of these new habits. Talking to myself is fun!
This blog is my adult version of cutting pictures out of magazines and glueing them on to paper
theyāre so cute?? š oh to be an edgy little flapper with a femme boyfriend sittin on the ground together