mangomaestro - mango, mangoing, mangone
mango, mangoing, mangone

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1 month ago

sending illi & friends to the Big Dance…!!!

Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
Sending Illi & Friends To The Big Dance…!!!
1 month ago
Hecate

hecate

1 month ago

my grandpa saw my gemsona on facebook and now he wants me to draw him a gemsona

1 month ago

I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

I Need Everyone To Know That The Ship Götheborg, The World's Largest Ocean-going Wooden Sailing Ship,

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

1 month ago

my favourite genre is Luke playing women who are unsatisfied in their relationships

1 month ago

That's what it is to be human. Love.

Love doesn't have a shape,

Love doesn't have dimension,

Love doesn't have limits and if you can... reach for it, you grab hold with two hands you never let go.

Sam Russell, "Inside the Mysterious Cube" long-form #11 à Shoot From the Hip


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1 month ago

English added by me :)

1 month ago

several people have asked about this poem during my Ask Hours. It took me a while to hunt it down & even longer to decide to post it because it’s so old & I’m a little self conscious about it. Sorry about the screenshots, I don’t want to do all the formatting in-post, but I included alt-text! thanks for remembering my old poetry!

I don’t visit you in the cemetery.

Ten years ago I waited my turn—

To drop a handful of dirt on the box with you inside.

A week later, there was grass seed spread on the dirt-clump rectangle.

Two months later—
Grass—
but still no headstone.

I haven’t been back.

On Tuesday nights I sit in our booth at that bar on the corner.

It’s a Mexican place now, so I order fajitas instead of fries.

September at the county fair,
I stand an hour in line for our favorite ride,
and they strap in a stranger beside me.
Sometimes I order your favorite beer,

Sometimes I listen to your favorite bands,
and when I remember you talking, your voice is theirs.

I walk by the empty corner where our house used to be.

I sit on porches where you used to sit.

I pass the building where you used to work,

and I talk to the people who used to talk to you.

Everything about you is past tense,
and I drown in the presence of you.

Ten years,
and I don’t visit you in the cemetery.

Why should anyone?
Every person who ever lives
leaves behind 1,000 graves
in every place they ever were.

The rest of us spend our days—
watching where we walk.

Every step,
aimed to avoid them.

Open, 
Invisible hungry pits.

But everywhere I go,
I see them.

Some days,
I fall in.
1 month ago
I'm Not Okay The Dating Sim
I'm Not Okay The Dating Sim

I'm Not Okay the dating sim

1 month ago

Me when people see c!scar as an innocent himbo and victim who never does anything wrong ever

Me When People See C!scar As An Innocent Himbo And Victim Who Never Does Anything Wrong Ever
1 month ago

I’m literally her ://

1 month ago
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)
Sfth Textpost Dump (sorry AJ)

sfth textpost dump (sorry AJ)

1 month ago
Credits To Humbug On Twitter/ Cordspaghetti On Tumblr
Credits To Humbug On Twitter/ Cordspaghetti On Tumblr

Credits to humbug on twitter/ cordspaghetti on Tumblr

Found on Pinterest^^

1 month ago

this man, I swear

(source: grian's insta)

1 month ago
What Extraordinarily Beings We Are. Even In The Revelation Of Our Triumph, You See The Depth Of Our Despair.

what extraordinarily beings we are. even in the revelation of our triumph, you see the depth of our despair.

1 month ago

acolyte x texts posts

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Acolyte X Texts Posts
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Acolyte X Texts Posts
1 month ago

💄 Part 11 of Acolyte Black History Month:

Artist, Educator, and Hair and Makeup designer Kamanza Amihyia made our favorite characters glow in ‘The Acolyte’. As key hair and makeup artist, Kamanza introduced a variety of cultural influences. She highlights the importance of hair, especially Black hair, while making each look distinct. The natural hairstyles, namely the locs, stand out among her work as representation for Black fans everywhere.

Kamanza’s work includes Gladiator II, Cobweb, and all the Old Knives.

Kamanza, we love your Glamour and art.

Happy Black History Month! 💄

1 month ago
Credits To Humbug On Twitter/ Cordspaghetti On Tumblr
Credits To Humbug On Twitter/ Cordspaghetti On Tumblr

Credits to humbug on twitter/ cordspaghetti on Tumblr

Found on Pinterest^^

1 month ago

Feelin like a good time to dig this one up from 2022, Alexandra Billings for Human Rights Campaign.

we're

not

going

anywhere

1 month ago
Little Cove

little cove

1 month ago

when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw

1 month ago
gouache painting of two cottagecore bunnies going on a picnic date
gouache painting of mother and daughter cottagecore bunnies holding hands and leaping while also holding flowers

It's finally starting to feel like Spring 🌷🌷

1 month ago
Daisy Commission 🐶

Daisy commission 🐶

1 month ago
A sky scraper sized tuna sits with its tail in the middle of a body of water. It is projecting a very large shadow

Tona

1 month ago

Obsessed with Xie Lan as a character. Like I know everyone reads these books for the romance but the individual character concepts are hilarious.

Xie Lan is a prince. He eats poison on the reg. He’s forever stuck looking like he’s nineteen. He’s the oldest guy in the communication array. He knows kung fu. He dressed in drag to catch a ghost on two separate unrelated occasions. He’s the world greatest detective. He’s kind. He was forced into a trolley problem and chose to pull the lever. His cooking is awful to the point it could kill a god. He’s kind. He tried to give CPR to a ghost. He’s the unluckiest man alive. He’s been kicked out of heaven multiple times. He’s kind. He caught a kid from certain death and everyone was pissed at him forever about it. He regrets nothing but coming back to heaven.

1 month ago
My Dear , My Everything

My dear , my everything

1 month ago
"So Please, Hurry, Leave Me, I Can't Breathe. Please Don't Say You Love Me"

"So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe. Please don't say you love me"

1 month ago
Garden Pokemon Postcard For An Art Collab ✨🌱 Who’s Your Favorite Grass Type? 👀

Garden Pokemon Postcard for an art collab ✨🌱 Who’s your favorite grass type? 👀

1 month ago

"kill them with kindness" WRONG! KILL THEM WITH SECRET SECOND DRAGONBITE VIPER🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍🐍

1 month ago
“Actually,” Said Kinkajou, “there Is one dragon’s Magic That Will Still Work On You.”

“Actually,” said Kinkajou, “there is one dragon’s magic that will still work on you.”

He glowered down at her. “You’re wrong.”

“I’m right,” she snapped back.

“Oh, really? Whose?”

She glared right back, and her scales were the color of burning strawberries. “Your own.”

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