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@somedxyx
[ it wasn’t a problem for him either, but he wants to make a change. the man’s answer is disappointing if not offensive to enjolras. ]
❝ why not? it’ll take half an hour of your day. ❞
❝ that's time i don't have.❞
❝ and i’m not fuckin’ old. i just look like shit. christ. ❞
she didn’t step that hard. he’s just made out of paper and glass now. yes he’s angry. of course he’s fucking angry. now he’s gotta go back to the hospital, show them his toe, and then they’ll run tests again and see how much worse he’s become since he was last admitted. and now he’s going to be admitted again. fuck this and fuck her.
❝ sorry doesn’t fucking cut this one. ❞
❝ wow ---- come on, can't you just say i forgive you or something? isn't that how this usually works?❞
alright then. the entity simply chuckles, then shrugs. ❛ No need to be a dick about it, friend. ❜
❝ sorry about that, pal. is that all then?❞
◤⊰∰ ⊱◢ ❝Oh well now, you’re truly weak, aren’t you?❞
" hardly. "
i lost seven followers today and i was sO CLOSE TO REACHING A MILESTONE YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK CIAO BITCHES
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Home is where the heart breaks.
six word story (via preconcievedxdisaster)
❛ — I'm sorry, could I ask you for a towel, or something?❜
❝ oh sure - just let me pull one out of my pocket.❞
❝ i’m twenty-fucking-six. ❞
adam hisses air through his teeth as he gently eases his shoe off. he didn’t feel like socks this morning and he’s regretting the fuck outta that. his first and second toe are bruising rapidly. he has a few choice name he wants to call her, but his dad raised him right to never disrespect women. she’s fucking lucky.
❝ and?❞
[ okay so now she may have felt just a little bit bad. she really hadn't meant to do it that hard. she just wanted to get her point across. ]
❝ sorry.❞
[ her voice is just barely above that of a whisper. Arabella hates apologizing more than anything, but she feels as if she kinda has to. ]
Coming from work, dressed well enough to impress, Dr. Zachary Smith was meandering his way with his dark sunglasses covering his icy eyes. It was well past the time for sunglasses to be appropriate, but Zachary didn’t have much of a choice. After all, it wasn’t like he couldn’t see just because his lenses appeared dark. It was more like the lenses were dark with the technology to keep his eyes under control.
He turned into a coffee shop to grab a drink to sustain his energy for his trek home, but as he reached for the door someone else had pushed it open and Zachary had nearly rammed his body into the other as he tried to get inside. He took a sudden step back and held up his hands in surrender.
"I’m so sorry," he muttered quickly.
" shit ---------- "
Oliver stumbled back a step, causing his coffee to slosh over the side of his cup and splash all over his new, Prada button down. just the perfect way to end his already perfect day he supposed. nothing ever seemed to go his way anymore anyways so why would doing something as simple as getting coffee be any different?
" watch where you're going. "
Fall Out Boy covering Mr. Brightside on 13/12/2007
How the FUCK am I supposed to have a good day when 28% of Americans aren’t getting enough fiber?
❛ Guess what. It’s kinda’ raining outside. ❜
' obviously. '
Plot #49: Meet Me by the Window
Muse A undresses habitually in front of their bedroom window, one day discovering that muse B is watching them from the building across the street. Rather than shrink away from the attention, muse A embraces it and makes a little show of undressing the rest of the way for muse B before pulling the curtains closed. Over the course of the following few days, muse A and muse B meet at the window for some shared exhibitionism. Muse A and muse B both shed their clothes with the express purpose of teasing the other into a state of sexual frenzy. This little game is thrilling for muse A because they know absolutely nothing about each other and anyone could catch them if they look up to their windows at the right time. One day, after a particularly steamy session, Muse B presses a note to the inside of their window asking if they can meet muse A face-to-face.
What will muse A say? Will meeting up with muse B destroy the fun of their flirtation from-afar? Or will it only raise the stakes?
“…That means nothing to me.”
❝ not surprising. ❞
❛ you stupid boy. underestimating the power of a girl. i pity you, lovely. ❜
❝ you pity me? still not funny. ❞
A small smile appeared on her face as she looked down for a moment thinking. Then she looked up again not smiling this time and suddenly her blonde hair was brown. “And what about brown hair? How does looks?”
[ she's too stunned to speak. ]