2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Cosimo Galluzzi
Fai_Ryy
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
occasionally subtle
Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
One Nice Bug Per Day
Cosmic Funnies
Game of Thrones Daily
🩵 avery cochrane 🩵
art blog(derogatory)
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$LAYYYTER
@theartofmadeline
oozey mess
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noise dept.
Jimmy Eat World
The Bright Sessions
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@the-emo-potato-blog
How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden.
The Signs as Brandon Rogers Quotes:
Aries: "fuck me right in the asshole"
Taurus: "you want to become what? a doctor? I wanted to become a ballerina, you know what i became? HIV positive."
Gemini: "well what are you supposed to be, a disappointment?"
Cancer: "three years ago my husband went out one night for a beer, but that beer was all the way in Tennessee and had much bigger tits."
Leo: "you are the cum-shot I should've swallowed"
Virgo: "Try me, bitch"
Libra: "I'm gonna shove these up my ass"
Scorpio: "boy pull up your god damn pants. I can see Pinocchio and he is tellin the truth."
Sagittarius: "suck my left tit, David, you just got yourself another hour."
Capricorn: "it's fucking colder than a witches tit out there"
Aquarius: "fifth one i found today. I dont know whos drawing these but I'll tell you what, if I had those tits I'd still have a husband."
Pisces: "yeah we sell organic kale chips theyre on the homosexual hipster isle next to the recycled toilet paper, you glitter dick"
instead of studying for my math final!! i made this :)
MY ART: twenty øne piløts album eyes
album aesthetics 2/? : self titled // twenty one pilots
request moodboards here
Meaningful lyrics from Vessel
Ode to Sleep:I will set my soul on fire,what have I become?
Holding onto you:it ain’t the speakers that bump hearts,it’s are hearts that make the beat.
Migraine:Sometimes to stay alive you’ve gotta kill your mind.
House of Gold:We’ll make pretend that you and me lived ever after happily.
Car Radio:I know it’s dire,my time today.
Semi-Automatic:I’m never what I like.
Screen:While your doing fine,there’s some people and I,who have a really tough time getting through this life,so excuse us while we sing to the sky.
The Run and Go:Cerebral thunder in one way conversations.
Fake You Out:Our brains are sick,but that’s okay.
Guns for Hands:It’s obviously best for them to turn their guns into a fist.
Trees:I can feel your breath.I can feel my death.
Truce:You will die,but now your life is free.
~Idea credits @infinityonwhyy~
Look aesthetically pleasing while you’re dankly memeing
@the-emo-potato (via hashtagfcutie)
based on (x) by @knewromanticks ♥
please dont repost, likes and reblogs are appreciated
What’s really getting me through life is thinking that someday I might wake up with arms around me and the smell of clean blankets and sleep, and looking next to me a beautiful angelic figure with wrinkles little marks on her face from where she rested on the blankets. I imagine hearing her soft breathing as the sunlight begins to slowly leak into the room. I picture kissing her on the forehead as she begins to wake up and make small little mumbles. I’m holding on tight for that time.
idk quite what this is but here’s a animated edit ^-^ (please don’t repost!)
lord of the beans; cutest of them all
You have been visited by Baljeet, the Failed Test. If you do not reblog within ten seconds, you will fail your finals.
too risky man
What’s really getting me through life is thinking that someday I might wake up with arms around me and the smell of clean blankets and sleep, and looking next to me a beautiful angelic figure with wrinkles little marks on her face from where she rested on the blankets. I imagine hearing her soft breathing as the sunlight begins to slowly leak into the room. I picture kissing her on the forehead as she begins to wake up and make small little mumbles. I’m holding on tight for that time.
Its okay.
