And You Can't Stop Me - Tumblr Posts
Resurrecting Nighat and Flamenco Caliente. 🔥
Some doodles of black peaches (that be their name in Mario party ds so I be using it as their ship name)
I’m going to watch Wizards of Waverly Place and nobody can stop me
Has anyone ever gotten in bed and started falling asleep, but then suddenly thought of something creepy and jolt awake and not be able to fall asleep because you fear that the thing is in your room?
Irredeamable is out!
Go and give it a try this weekend, it's fun, it's short, and it's free!
I was randomly thinking about an andreil fic I read once (don't ask for the title or the author's name , they are lost in the void) and I remember it was about young Andrew switching bodies with 10 years(?)older Andrew for one day. And at the time when I read it I liked that Andrew gained hope after this little visit to a future life with a partner he loves and a purpose and happiness that he never thought he'd achieve but then I just went on with my life and that was it. I thought it was a cute idea even though I didn't really get it, but OH BOY do I get it now. I would literally give my lung without hesitation to know where the fuck I end up and be reassured that yes, things will get better, what I'm doing is not pointless and one day I really will find my way. Because right now, with everything going to absolute shit and me being so tired and stressed I want to become one with my mattress and never have a conscious thought ever again, it's becoming a little hard to believe that.
you guys realize that by liking and reblogging my posts you are only encouraging me to continue my posting behavior? i hope you are ready to face the consequences of your actions.
wyd if i roll up to the tit tour in cat whiskers
When first contact happens, I’m leaving with the Vulcans
fashion school has old magazines from the 2000s
statistically mcr is in one of these and im going to find them
i swear ill fucking find it
"I long for you. I, who usually longs without longing, as though I am unconscious and. And absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really utterly long for every bit of you. You are the knife I turn inside myself. That is love. That, my dear, is love." - Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
I did a thing, and I am not sorry.
One is my husband, the other is the feral little puppy who occasionally sleeps at the end of our bed.
OH MY GOSH NO WONDER PEOPLE ARE AFRAID OF COLORS-- THEY'RE CALLED COLOR SCHEMES
