KIROKAZE
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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styofa doing anything
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Product Placement
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Origami Around
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Sade Olutola
DEAR READER
wallacepolsom
taylor price
Cosimo Galluzzi
cherry valley forever
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@thatspazzoidfromschool
*at Stiles and Derek’s house*
Scott’s kid: Uncle Stiles, why don’t you have a wife?
Stiles: Because I’m gay.
Scott’s kid: What does that mean?
Stiles: It means I like boys, not girls.
Scott’s kid: Then why don’t you have a husband?
Stiles *looks to Derek who is in the kitchen minding his own business*: I don’t know. Why DON’T I have a husband DEREK?
Ya’ll just renewed my love of a ship I thought had sailed for me. Cheers.
one of the things my little brother and i do to each other is announce our presence by yelling HEWWO??? whenever we get home but. this has now caused our dad to also, upon getting home from work, throw the door open and yell. in the daddest voice possible. HEWWO???
You Canned These Worms. Now Lie In It
Bonus:
no offense but the whole kissin kate barlow and “i can fix that” sam storyline from holes is quite frankly one of the most gripping and tragic in the history of cinema and i’m still not recovered from it
“You, your children, and your childrens children can dig for the next one hundred years. And you will never find it. Start digging, Trout.”
Absolute fucking metal last words.
Am I supposed to believe that this character is straight?????
Ellen Page really tried but her Gay Energy™ was just too strong
Fragments of Sappho, circa 630 - 580 BC. Translated by Anne Carson.
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My personal offering to Sappho is reblogging this every time it shows up in my feed.
i just want to be walking down a vast castle hallway at midnight in a beautiful silk gown holding an eleborate candelabra is that too much to ask
I’m sorry but this really pisses me off.
Do you have any fucking clue how heave a candelabra is? They are solid brass!!!! There is no fucking way someone could just casually carry one around like that!!!! Get yourself a single taper candle or maybe just a goddamn flashlight! Do you want your arm to fall off?
you think that im not also absolutely ripped in my own fantasies?
sorry once again for the bad quality :(
when theatre kids hear show tunes in public
I think the funniest thing is her diction. Like that shit sticks with you.
it’s the take on me girl
Reality Shifts
-going to mcdonalds in the middle of a roadtrip
-waiting for your mom at the bank and playing with highlighters
-swimming at night
-being the only one awake in the plane
-turning on the lights in the kitchen after coming home late
-a cafe at 4am with 2 people in it, seperated
-waiting in the car and blasting music while your mom buys groceries
-passing hotels you’ve stayed at
-finding old things you thought were missing and then losing them the next second
#he’s doing his best bonus:
I can’t reblog without these tags? These are an integral part of the post.
actually there is one more
This rhymes
Next time my teacher makes us read a poem this will be it
sometimes things are just simple and there’s not much more to them. the friend that didn’t message you back was just tired. no one even noticed that you didn’t wash your hair that day. there was no ill will behind that one comment you got. the shadow creature you’ve seen in the corner of your eye yesterday just blinked with their seven eyes, it wasn’t meant to mock you. when the dark asked for your soul and signature there was no asterisks and plots behind it. when death knocked on your door it wasn’t a joke it just wanted you to let it in
a nsa agent in a suit looking through my laptop camera: she’s on her phone…….. our data shows that she’s got tumblr open on her laptop but she has tumblr open on her phone………. double check her browser?
some nerd hired straight out of college: *types rapidly* she’s definitely got tumblr open on her laptop
the nsa agent, softly: so why is she looking at it on her phone…..
My husband and myself have served in the military. When we call home from overseas, our lines are monitored and on a short delay so no sensitive information is revealed. The line will just go dead if you say something you’re not supposed to.
Now, these calls are monitored by a department in the military called Signal corps. When we’d talk on my husband’s last deployment, we had a running joke that we said hi to “Signal Guy Fred.”
So this continued for his entire 12 month deployment, and we made sure we said hi or bye to “Signal Guy Fred” every phone call. On his final phone call before returning home we made sure to thank “Signal Guy Fred” for his time and wish him farewell.
So, before I disconnect the call, I wish “Fred” the best and thank him for his service. My phone was on speaker mode (I was cooking dinner) and my finger was hovering over the end call button when I hear the softest little, “My name’s Jason.”
This adorable proposal.
This is why I LOVE same-sex relationships. Like, who’s gonna propose?? Probably both!!
This made my whole damn day
