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I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.
Warsan Shire (via feellng)
° ♡ 。❛ EPISODE I. HERE WE GO ┊ ( closed starter @jesse-harmon )
winona couldn’t help a slow grin making it’s way across her lips — one she had to bite at, too. jesse can’t possibly know she’s all that pleased to see him. she had her suspicions he already knew too much — leaning back to her seat and polished nails tapped at the wooden surface underneath it; her lashes batted at a steady stare she kept at him as he stepped closer to the destined seat she expected him in. “took you long enough, sir.” she softly scolded, taking a deep breath in. of course, jesse harmon had to look that devastatingly handsome at the unholy hour of ten fucking am, she contained a giant, school-girl-swoonish sigh, in the absolute style of a troubled winona sullivan within her chest. of course. but then again, wasn’t he always? “thought i’d die waiting for you. s’enough that i’d die for you. you’re getting greedy.”
grctas:
a crestfallen sigh from greta’s lips as she turned to face her companion who had previously gone unnoticed, the former silent disposition of the other doing little to make her jump. pretty, she noted, her eyes falling to the sly quirk of her lips. “are they all like this?” the blonde inquired, yanking a bobby pin from the lock and slipping it back into the hair sprayed up-do, a gold cheer bow pulling the strands together. “i need a shower, pronto, and it’s a four hour bus to my parents. eau de locker room wasn’t exactly the fragrance i was going for.”
❝ mhm. ❞ she nodded at the blonde, blinking slowly. ❝ i don’t know what it is, but it must be that godawful in there to be locked in and away from everyone. ❞ she took a moment to notice something she almost missed; thick brows furrowed in pure curiosity as her eyes squinted and fell on the lock, her smirk is now more of an impressed open mouthed grin as the realization crept in slowly and one hand lifted to point at the door. ❝ wait—were you just trying to pick your way into a room ? ❞
📩 nona
Emma: I'm revoking your friend card
Emma: how the hell do you not watch bob's burgers
Emma: idk how i'm going to live anymore, i can't believe this betrayal.
Winona: STOP IT EMMA NO
Winona: I just? don't watch tv shows at all?
Winona: it's a consistency issue BUT ANYWAYS! we're watching that show.
Winona: anything else, your highness?
Winona: I'm all yours until one of us pass out xx
📩 nona
Emma: lies
Emma: all lies!
Emma: also, can we binge watch bob's burgers?
Winona: *all facts sHUSH!
Winona: I've.. never watched that... ever... don't blaspheme me bye
📩 open
Emma: oh nona
Emma: gently?
Emma: that's a lie if i ever heard one
Winona: listen
Winona: I'm nothing but gentle
Winona: you just catch me on my worst
i love to daydream and be called baby
📩 open
Emma: Option 2 sounds lit!
Winona: YES GOOD I'M SO ALIVE SUDDENLY!
Winona: is it weird or sad that I want to dress up for this?
Winona: also could you give me ten minutes before you come over?
Winona: my roommate's "guest" is here :) and I'm gently kicking them out :)
Winona: times like these that I seriously miss you around like honestly.....
✉️ open
Salem: fucking Christmas, eh?
Salem: I'm in hell. How's yours going?
Winona: yep, fucking Christmas it is!
Winona: well I'm not back home, so I'd say heaven?
Winona: or purgatory. Definitely that.
Winona: what's your hell about?
📩 open
Emma: I think the only option is to smoke so much weed I pass out for 3 days.
Winona: okay that..
Winona: OR come over and we could empty out the champagne my aunt brought me!
Winona: ANOTHER OR we could merge options and hope to get completely fucked up somehow ? or even dead at that?
Winona: all works, mon cherie! xx
✉ winona
jesse: no
jesse: but im working on it
jesse: merry crisis™ looks better
winona: oo it does
winona: hey maybe get it printed on a bunch of shirts
winona: the grinch syndrome is on high this year, you'd make good money xx
it’s really important to stand up for yourself and not always agree with what people say if indeed you don’t feel that that’s true.
✉ open
jesse: no amount of alcohol can drown out whoever the fuck has been blasting 'all i want for christmas is you' for an hour and a half
jesse: merry crisis
winona: 'merry crisis'
winona: do you happen to have that trademarked?
winona: asking for aesthetic reasons
❝ locked. ❞ winona alerted after a long moment of her just staring at the person trying to pry one of the bedroom doors open, one side of her lips quirked up smoothly as they spun around to see her leaning on her side against the wall, head quirked to the right and rested along with her exposed shoulder on it. hazel hues gazed steadily at the guest, mis/matching her smirk. shrugging, she perked up. ❝ i tried. ❞