qualms

[squaloraugust]

When your friends draw your nudes !!! 😭

[wabisabiforrobots]

[gasparo73]

The most “says it all” illustration I’ve seen all year.

[loudman1]

P

[xionin]

Reblog the hell out of it, then. Notes for daaaaaaays.

[lynnryates]

again, because censorship sucks.

[toiletoftheworld]

Save it to ur phones and get it printed and spread it around town 👌

[pro-gay-deactivated20170112]

This is an anti time blog!

If you exist within the constrains of this universe fucking unfollow me

[frankocean]

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I memorized the wayward expressions Never look down Never let you see me down I memorized the way no directions Can I come over now I’d like to stay a little while I memorized your body exposed I could fuck you all night long From a memory alone

I never forget a face Don’t go plastic on me Nothing’s set in stone You’re not dipped in gold Dipped in gold You can’t breathe if you’re dipped in gold You are not on paper You are not a copy You’re so, you’re so..so thick, so thick

[chancecalloway]

This. Thread. Here. 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

[evilrashida]

This is a good post

[brusewaynes]

[disbar-deactivated20160905]

It’s nice to have someone in your life who can make you smile even when they’re not around.

Unknown. (via disbar)

[zoomerbro]

[nevver]

Tattoo you, Eva Krbdk

[tankaramo]

if only girls wanted to fuck me as much as 2016 does

[differentstuffsdaily]

Childish Gambino for Complex Magazine

[film-god-deactivated20190918]

Black Lives Matter Protest In Atlanta, Ga.  July 7th, 2016 Photographs by Q. Oliver

[whenmoments]

[cineastette]

↖ easily manipulated by dogs

[distinguishedbaloney]

[squaloraugust]

Amazing

[everyoneislesbians]

Mount Rainer, like all mountains, is a lesbian.

[squaloraugust]

We woke up with a lump in our throat called America. Quietly, whispering, she confessed: I have always been this broken but you didn’t care enough to notice, distracted by the projection of perfection, the sheen of a new love. You praised me, she said, and you held me tight, but you didn’t feel me shaking, as I counted down the days until I would be exposed, our love revealed a farce, an ardor too grand- iose for details. When finally, the disclosure had began, you stared, wondering if the love was ever real. But if you paid attention, you would know this was always me: I, forever complicated; I, forever made of someone else's blood.