railroadsoftware: I hate this hellhole website for making me
guiltygirl: things I would like to be doing:getting highthings
black–twitter:
oprah was here
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boredpd: me, sitting in my room drowning in rubbish, staring
poetryandthesea: “You arethat momentbefore one falls asleep.Drifting
professorsparklepants: firey-rising-demon: susiephone: favorite
hippiee: “You’re my girl” is my fav thing. Like yes I
books-n-quotes: “Today is the sort of day where the sun only
sailorbrazil:despite having an IQ of 1 i am still alive guys
blossomfully: “How was I supposed to tell you what I was feeling?“
♊ ☀ ♌ 🌕 ♏ 🌤️
neoliberalismkills: how many times of voting for “the lesser
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podencos:Real love is when you’re both dumbasses
neganlesbian: some days you’re just the squashed nutrigrain
with all my heart.
racialized: “Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable
thefingerfuckingfemalefury: bathtimefunduck: yesterdaysprint:
lmaonade: remember being 9 and all the shows on cartoon network
validmario:straight people tag urself
adhighdefinition:self care is so damn difficult when you… don’t…
ZACK IS ON TUMBLR
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kintay: A poem, an exercise in omitting letters. by Thomas Penny
brockhamptonbaby:my reaction to most things
prepfordwife: meg-shay: ethiopienne: iamatinyowl: iamatinyowl:
sadboyxclique: tearmeapart
visual-poetry: »long time ago« by anthony discenza (+)[via]
lesbiandomesticity:together we will create a home with no loud
anonbea:someone: oh you’re bi! but if you had to choose would
2kyla: I just wanna say to every man out there, not my man but
adrians: adrians: the best thing about having the house to
rohie: me, alone in my room, every 5 minutes: am i being myself?