so down bad for this girl that i had to check and make sure she wasn’t using witchcraft on me.
“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
i seem to have a knack for befriending weird little trans dudes.
not me. i’m chugging my media. inhaling it if you will. i’m like a dog that hasn’t been fed since breakfast and just downs a bowl of low quality kibble without even chewing.
"consuming media" is such an overstatement. at best I'm sipping it
i saw this and just. i had to.
“you belong in the kitchen” okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
Woah mama women are amazing
We’re out here in the dark laying on the ground to stargaze. I missed the shooting star. I think I was distracted by you. How are you so beautiful that the night itself doesn’t compare? I hope the moon isn’t jealous, but by god it ought to be.
Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?
me when i love someone’s daughter
water in water fall is always changing. over time, waterfall erodes surroundings and maybe shifts. but it’s still the same waterfall.
everythign feel so temporary
ideas, art, fandom stuff and shower thoughts. think about a group of gay neurodivergent teens sitting in an empty classroom room at lunch. that’s what this blogs energy is. asks open. please ask.
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