i just know he would make up LGBT discourse on here that we could only DREAM of
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i just know he would make up LGBT discourse on here that we could only DREAM of
i hit my friend on purpose at school when i was 15, he wouldnt quit fucking with my computer. i got suspended for 3 days because i broke his nose. i didnt mean to break his nose, but i did mean to hit him. i convinced my friends and family (including that friend) that i didnt mean to hit him. i was smart enough not to hit anyone at school after that but i kinda regret not. im still in touch with that friend, he's kinda weird about me being trans but more in a clumsy well meaning way not an outright transphobic way. id fuck him if he asked
peace and love on planet earth
Please Pour Some Rain! (2018) by Taiwanese textile and quilt artist, Lin Hsin-Chen (born in 1974)
[ID: an image of a quilt portraying a dandelion growing through rocks. The quilting pattern has been done in concentric circles, mimicking raindrops on a puddle or lake. End ID]
reading a book with a medieval setting and i was v excited for it BUT these characters have such modern hangups about touch and personal space that i keep forgetting it's meant to be the fourteenth century. lads. get in bed together, it's cold.
like this man is freaking out about sleeping next to someone (for warmth) because he has never shared a bed before
sir??? you are from the fourteenth century??? surely this is not such a novelty to you
also so far christianity does not exist in this book. we have not even so much as mentioned passing a church while travelling.
i repeat: sir, you are from the fourteenth century,
#I know there’s suspension if disbelief #but why make that the setting if you’re just going to ignore all the rules? #why not go in for ‘and there was only one bed with five other people in it’ debauchery (via @cardboardcupcake)
honestly i need somebody to write "there was only one bed with five other people in it" immediately, that sounds like it's either going to be incredibly full of repressed yearning, incredibly funny, or just an orgy, and i would love to see it go in any and all of those directions
#ok five people in the bed. the two on the outside are in the one bed trope #the two on in inside are also in a one bed trope #but they’re separated by the middle person #who's genuinely dying of hypothermia and it’s kind of bringing down the vibe
@fis-paprikas this made me snort-laugh, thank you
there are also several sheep and a cow in the same room for heating purposes. can't forget those
the power of christ isn't even that compelling if i'm being honest
this is so beautiful
assorted ornamental birds! (2021)
Obsessed with tiktoks of high school girls doing Steve Harvey cosplay. My favorite genre of video tbh
trying to have sex with my point-n-click wife but she keeps saying "hmm...i don't think those two things go together"
bro my dad “went to dinner” at my favorite mexican restaraunt and said he’d bring me home a burrito and it’s fucking 9pm
my dad is having an affair
dad brought me the promised burrito just now so here’s my obligatory post exonerating him from infedelity
that burrito was fantastic. i’m inclined to think my dad has never had sex in his life
Don’t touch my overnight oats boy
elizabeth swann and will turner were 21-22 when they got married and then cursed. they should've been at the club.
i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.
every time i eat one of these fucking things my soul goes away and i become a mafia boss smoking a fat fucking cigar pondering the next sap on my hit list
cop shows are like "dammit! we would have caught babyeater mike by now if people didn't have rights,"