23 years old. I love photography and writing. I love to read and listen to music. I'm awkward but like to meet new people. My account is a safe place for any and everyone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 🌈I'm pansexual🌈 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You'll always see me with headphones on blocking out the world. always singing or humming to whatever song I'm thinking about.
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Kiarocks3012 - Ty'kia - Tumblr Blog
y’all if your blog looks anything like this:
you really should change your icon, title, or ideally, both.
that is what bots look like! even if you have posts on your blog, it’s very hard to distinguish an actual user from a bot if your blog looks like one in the above photo.
i block bots and i really don’t wanna accidentally block an actual person, but if you follow me and you have a blog that looks like that, there’s a good chance that you’ll get blocked.
also another important note: don’t just change your description or header or blog colors. make sure you change the icon or blog title, cause when someone is looking at their follower list, this is all they see:
we just see the icon and title, so it’s best to change those that way no one has to go through your blog to try and figure out if your a bot or not.
Hello please reblog this if you're okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
Kinda starting to panic
If procrastinating was a profession...
“Go and love someone exactly as they are. then, watch how they transform into the greatest truest version of themselves. when one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.”
— Wes Angelozzi
“Talk to me” “use your words” “cmon baby” “tell me now” “where did your words go?” 🥺🥺🦋🦋
I see pretty girls that are skinny and I think to myself that I wanna look like them. No matter how many years I tried to lose weight, my height evened it out but still can't get rid of my tummy so I found ways of hiding it.
Idk just looking at the pictures of those girls just made me feel insecure even though I try not to let it get to me but it's hard...
hot take but closeted lgbt people are so fucking brave. being closeted doesn’t mean you’re lying to yourself or to others. that’s bullshit perpetuated by cishets to make us feel bad about ourselves and there’s no shame in being closeted. coming out should be entirely up to you, for you to decide how to come out and who to come out to. no one else is entitled to that information unless you want them to be and whether you’re closeted to stay safe, because you’re unsure or not ready to be out, or you just feel more comfortable being in, you’re not hiding and you don’t deserve to feel guilty. i’m proud of you and hope you can come out when you’re ready or want to, and it’s safe to do so
Bitches take one glance at a mans hands and imagine them wrapped around their throat.
It’s me, I’m bitches.
Self care isn't just about doing whatever you feel like doing. Sometimes self care is all about prioritizing your long term health and happiness above engaging in whatever unhealthy coping methods you think would provide a feeling of instant gratification.
someone being patient with you is one of the softest forms of love
Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.
hurt comfort prompts
“ you can stay here, if you'd like. “
“ please don't go. “
“ why don't we stay at your place tonight? “
“ can i get you anything? “
“ let's be pathetic together. “
“ are you crying? “
“ i'm glad that you're here. “
“ you're not doing this alone. “
“ i don't have anyone anymore. “ “ you have me. “
“ are you sure [about staying]? “
“ you didn't force me. i volunteered [to be here], remember? “
“ you are what’s important right now. “
“ it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent. “
“ are you sure? it's quite heavy [of a topic]. “ “ i've got all night. “
“ tonight is about you. you can make it up to me some other time. “
“ i've got nowhere else to be. “
“ you said you needed a distraction. “ “ so... where is it? “ “ you're looking right at it. “
“ why don't you come here for a second? “
“ wanna talk about it? “
“ i can't talk about it. not tonight. “
“ you need to distract me. do something, anything. “
“ i just don't want to be alone tonight. “
“ i'm tired of thinking. let's just... make out, or something “
“ i feel like shit. “ “ you look like it, too. “ “ hey! “
“ it’s okay to cry, you know. “
“ you’re a little hurt, that’s all. “
“ anything you want me to get you? “
“ nothing a good [drink] can't fix. “
“ let’s get you cleaned up. “
“ this is you thinking rationally? “
“ you're really all i've got. “
“ c'mere. let me give you a hug. “
“ and you're absolutely sure this is what you need? “
“ you don't need this right now. “
“ how long are you gonna sit there? “ “ all night, if that's what it takes. “
“ what's it gonna take to make you smile? “
“ if you're not ready to talk about it, let's not talk about it. “
“ wanna play some mario kart? it'll give us both a reason to cry when you beat me. “
“ how about we stay like this, holding each other? “
“ i don’t know what’s wrong with me. “
“ i can’t stop crying. “ “ i'll be strong for the both of us. “
“ i didn’t know where else to go. “
“ the door's always open, you know that. “
“ i thought you were leaving town. “ “ i can't leave now. “
“ there's that smile i know and love... “
“ stay with me. “
“ hey, what’s your favorite snack? “
“ i’m not leaving. “
“ just let it out. “
“ you're stronger than you think. “
“ how about i make a quick run to the store, get you some aspirin? “
“ grab a burger or something on your way home. “
“ you were always there when i needed you. let me repay the favor. “
“ i don't mean to bother you. “ “ you're not. “
“ hey, listen to me... “
“ you’re not a burden. “
“ aren’t you tired? “ “ this isn't about me. “
“ you’re going to be okay. “
“ hey, look at me… “
“ i don’t know what to do. “ “ we’ll figure it out. “
“ you’re not alone. “
“ hey, hey, hey, it's okay... it's okay. you're okay. “
I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”
Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do
This is Chaos Magic, Wanda. And that makes you the Scarlet Witch