I’m A Simple Girl I See A Man With Big Arms And A Kind Heart And I Get A Little Stupid

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Her pussy so wet it washed away my sins

Donna Tartt 🤝 gay youth with glasses who like doing drugs

tumblr users will see the word shrimp and black out and hit reblog without reading the rest of the post

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His slut.

His whore.

His princess.

His baby.

HIS.

i love it when people are obsessed with their wives. it’s like yeah that’s literally what you’re supposed to do

four different friends just sent me the same meme about swimming. to be loved is to be known i guess ;)

been appreciating silence more lately. i’m the type of person who has to have headphones in their ears 24/7, but sometimes on mornings i like to just exist & listen to things around me. & legit just not think. there’s so much peace in being okay w just existing

I’m increasingly worried by all the people on my dash calling themselves insane for loving stories in the way humans have loved stories our whole history. “The brain rot is spreading” — you mean you were changed by art? “I’m not normal about this” — you were moved by it? You felt human emotions about it? “I’m about to be so annoying” — you’re going to talk about art? You’re going to be passionate? You’re going to think deeply about it? You’re going to feel love for the work of someone’s soul? You are not a consumer and art is not a product to be casually used! You are a human and stories are the beating heart of our humanity! You must feel everything and you must know that it is normal!