If I could somehow put my phone in my mouth, I could probably manage to quit smoking.
h
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Claire Keane
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
hello vonnie
No title available
trying on a metaphor
Xuebing Du
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Game of Thrones Daily
$LAYYYTER

★

tannertan36

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
art blog(derogatory)
almost home
No title available
will byers stan first human second

Andulka

Discoholic 🪩

seen from Canada

seen from Germany

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from China

seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Germany

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Türkiye

seen from Netherlands
seen from Chile

seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from United States
@twinkietwostep
If I could somehow put my phone in my mouth, I could probably manage to quit smoking.
You can’t talk a dog out of stupid.
A leaf blower, but enhanced for chaos.
Raising brine shrimp to monetize or weaponize, whichever I figure out first.
Buddy-rich container of water.
Silly chimp, squids are for kids.
hope is a skill
hope is a weapon you are trained to wield
favourite additions
You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.
Transcript of that last poem:
Hope is a weapon Hope is a skill Hope is a plant you can care for or kill Hope is a discipline Something you choose Hard to stop looking for Easy to lose
Hope isn’t something to have or to take If you can’t find it, it’s something you make Make it from willpower Make it from spite Learn how to weaponize love in a fight
Hope is a shield, and a thing to defend End in itself, and a means to an end.
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
The solution to pollution is dilution.
Be smarter than the box.
I just cursed a pile of urns.
If it’s in my head, it’s real.
The attic is the cockroach of the human mind.
Truth is defined by the ratio of Ho-Hos to the general population
Why have milk when you have milk?
Moldy oranges are my friends.