I Am - Blog Posts
cant stand a man who feels repulsed by dating his own race bro
got excited about hormones the other day (at 3:29 in the morning)
OH MY GOD???? NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW COOL THIS FUCKING IS LIKE WHAT
“we are top gun” ahh edit (i miss top gun)
Shinsou Hitoshi’s villain origin story
Based on this unfortunate tiktok and of course featuring the overwhelmingly heterosexual yamada family from this post
click for better (?) quality
any and all complaints about having to see this should be directed to @punkpresentmic
Wow imagine NOT doing 2 Artfight drawings a day COULDNT BE ME!!! B)))
Anyways this is for @/AzulJ on artfight !
You can only eat 2 foods for the next 2 years (with no health repercussions)
Spin this wheel twice to figure out what they are!
*sigh* I miss my wife, Stanley. I miss him a lot. I'll be back.
spin this wheel to get a random d&d class. you are instantly transported into the d&d world and have to live as that class
Ah yes, gods infamous plan of which it refuses to share any details to
oh
Sorcerer Sakusa
(an drawing from a few months ago. From my witcher au.)
Hehe. Funny number hehe
it shouldn’t feel like i’m writing fiction when i’m writing an essay but here i am, doing my best, and feeling like i’m not writing about a personal experience.
Them ❤️🥰🤗🌹💞💝
omg.... OMG.
The ‘hedgehog’s dilemma’ is a psychology metaphor that symbolizes the difficulties of human intimacy. Also known as the 'porcupine problem’, this concept represents the animals’ inability to cuddle for warmth without their sharp spines hurting someone else, suggesting that even humans with good intentions can’t be intimate without harming one another. Source Source 2 Source 3
Just eat the can of sweetened condensed milk.
Do it now and regret it later
my sister: *recalls something from our childhood*
me, a known ADHD: memories aren't real. nu-uh. show me a memory. that's not a memory! what's a memory? who let you in here?
on fall
fall is a season for the lovers
transitory and fleeting,
never quite settling in one place or time
fall is never landing,
a leaf carried by the wind
pushed by forces outside you
to places you didn’t want to be, perhaps
but you find yourself there regardless.
fall is the gentle whisper of the breeze, transformed
to the violence of a hurricane
wind chapped skin, fingernails brittle, you fall.
clawing for something you’ll never have
praying for something you’ll never be
desperate to affix yourself to the branch
but you’re adrift now, and
there’s no going back.
fall is still falling,
after the storm ends
after everyone moves on and forgets,
fall is left behind.
memory trapped in a brittle, orange leaf
sliding to rest on the slope of a dying hill
“home at last,” it whispers, as it flakes away
“home at last”
It’s in my DNA. So please, just stop believing in me, okay? I am not worth it.
If you dare call Taliyah short, she'll either throw rocks at you or stand on a pillar until she's a head taller than you