artistic rendition of how my cat fell asleep this morning
she hugs her own foot like it’s a stuffed animal i’m gonna throw up
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Xuebing Du

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

izzy's playlists!

oozey mess
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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YOU ARE THE REASON
taylor price
i don't do bad sauce passes
almost home

JBB: An Artblog!

Love Begins
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Origami Around
$LAYYYTER

#extradirty
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artistic rendition of how my cat fell asleep this morning
she hugs her own foot like it’s a stuffed animal i’m gonna throw up
ah yes my favourite trope
i cannot overstate how good it feels to watch older movies where the actors were still allowed to look kinda weird and not be conventionally attractive. like it is genuinely healing
Some random elderly gothamite: *stops shopping cart beside Steph and Jason, who are crouched in front of the vinyl section* young lady, it’s so refreshing to see a kid like you take an interest in such old vinyls! I remember when those came out in the sixties and seventies, they were all the rage. It really warms my heart to see them live on
Steph:
Jason, who is fully aware she’s buying cheap vinyl to paint on:
Steph: not a word, Jase.
I think that the Hamilton musical is objectively the funniest thing that could happen to that man's memory. Imagine dying of a gunshot wound infection in 1804 and learning from the afterlife that tweenage girls in 2017 are drawing thousands upon thousands of images of you making out with your fellow congressmen because someone wrote a 2-hour rap opera about you. I like to imagine that Hamilton found a monkey's paw and wished to leave a legacy, and this is what it did to him.
you don't control who lives who dies who tells your story
no matter how normalised it gets I will die on the hill that it is rude to record strangers in public without their consent
SOUND. ON.
soundonsoundonsoundonsoundonsoundon!
Unfortunately men are hot sometimes
Fortunately the hot ones tend to be fictional
This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes
reblog to feed her notes
How is she doing this
life is nothing without eroticism and whimsy
kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc