Kinks?
Equal rights🥵 clean energy🥵 liveable wage🥵 responsible governments🥵

izzy's playlists!

Product Placement
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Fai_Ryy
Fieri Frames

ellievsbear
EXPECTATIONS
The Bowery Presents
One Nice Bug Per Day
ojovivo
The Stonewall Inn
Keni

pixel skylines
hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year

No title available
KIROKAZE
★
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Poland

seen from Colombia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Brazil
seen from Singapore

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
@tessaoftransylvania
Kinks?
Equal rights🥵 clean energy🥵 liveable wage🥵 responsible governments🥵
Not to be nsfw but imagine someone actually wanting to talk to u all the time and not get bored of you wow
hopefully i'll get to do something other than endure soon. that would be really nice
My favorite position is being a priority.
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)
my mind palace is not up to code
OSHA finna get me
https://wordsnquotes.com/
Why did it have to take me so long to realize that I was never a priority for him, and why is it so hard for him to admit it?
All this time of fighting to be heard and wanted was such a waste. A humiliating waste.
In the end, I’m the only one who lost anything, and the thing I lost was… me.
Well, that’s the end of that I guess. So glad I gave him a million chances and the benefit of the doubt of going through couples counseling so he could have yet another opportunity to prove me wrong. I guess I wasn’t worth it.
sometimes the scariest part isn’t kneeling, it’s finally admitting that i want to.
that i’ve always wanted to.
not just in fantasy, not just in passing thoughts… but for real. to be claimed. guided. kept.
i’ve spent so long watching from the sidelines, aching quietly.
wondering what it would feel like to be called “good girl” and know i earned it.
wondering if there’s someone out there who would see all my nerves, my shyness, my messy eagerness and still want to pull me in close and say, “you’re exactly what i’ve been waiting for.”
i want to step into that softness.
into the version of me that kneels without fear.
who doesn’t hide behind polite silence or careful hesitation, but lets herself belong: fully, openly, joyfully.
i want someone who sees the potential in me even when i don’t.
someone who offers structure not to restrict me, but to set me free.
who whispers, “you’re safe here. you don’t have to hold it all together anymore.”
i’ve never really been touched that way.
never had my obedience slowly coaxed out of me like a secret.
but god, i want it. i’m ready for it.
i hate when girls feel dumb for trying to see the best in people and then end up hurt or disappointed like no!! it’s those people that were dumb for misleading you. they took advantage of your kindness and generosity, and they’ll rot for it