when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest

Michelle K, I Know I Deserve More

In case no one has told you today your titties are poppin

The Angel of Death

FISTS YOU

Context: my teacher translated the verb “to grasp with one’s hand” as “to fist” since that’s kinda what it literally means, but you can’t translate it like that into English because “to fist” means something ENTIRELY different, but she doesn’t know that.

So she was explaining how they use the verb to describe the angel of death taking your soul — he rips your soul out of you with his fist. Now that’s pretty damn metal, but she said word for word “the angel of death fists you, and then you die” which is the single most terrifying and powerful sentence to ever grace my ears

Op i appreciate the context but i was going to rb anyway no questions asked

Blondie - Heart Of Glass

youre either having a cigarette with me or you're having a cigarette against me

I’m starting pilates, rock climbing, kick boxing, 20 different vitamins and trace minerals, waking up at 4am to meditate for five hours, new fetish, study astrophysics

DILF (dopamine I’d like to feel) 😔

she's a 10 but her social battery dies before she even goes outside

Blocking and reporting every single pornbot that follows me

Tiny round rain frog wakes up, yawns, rubs his eyes, then squeezes himself into his tiny hole 

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fucking amazing content

Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.

Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.

Crane tattoo by Korean artist Opium 104

I am sadly not a legitimate be gay do crimes thrillseeker. the idea of getting in trouble makes my tummy hurt. Sorry

the spirit is willing, but the flesh has anxiety.

i wish cleaning the dishes was more fun. specially the bottles

Ekaterina Popova.

sorry i cant make it im drinking coffee. might even listen to some albums. yeah no its gonna be all day

😌✨🌿yea

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