
gracie abrams
The Stonewall Inn
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Keni

@theartofmadeline

if i look back, i am lost

bliss lane
EXPECTATIONS


izzy's playlists!
ojovivo
TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
Game of Thrones Daily
Show & Tell

ellievsbear

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
seen from Kenya
seen from Iraq
seen from Armenia

seen from United States
seen from Mexico
seen from Oman
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from New Zealand
seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Brazil

seen from Indonesia
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
@airoots

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
suddenly remembered this poem as i was making breakfast this morning & frantically googled “poem remembered to buy eggs?????????” & somehow managed to find it & it utterly knocked the wind out of me just as much as when i first read it
!!!!! this one has a spoken word performance by the poet who wrote it!!
[ID: A poem. It reads:
Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries, took the bus home, carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment and cooked myself dinner. You and I may have different definitions of a good day. This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill, worked 60 hours between my two jobs, only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks and slept like a rock. Flossed in the morning, locked my door, and remembered to buy eggs. My mother is proud of me. It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course. She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs” But she is proud. See, she remembers what came before this. The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles, how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks. She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide. These were the bad days. My life was a gift that I wanted to return. My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs. Depression, is a good lover. So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you. And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world, That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting. It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created. Today, I slept in until 10, cleaned every dish I own, fought with the bank, took care of paperwork. You and I might have different definitions of adulthood. I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college, but I don’t speak for others anymore, and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for. And my mother is proud of me. I burned down a house of depression, I painted over murals of greyscale, and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live But today, I want to live. I didn’t salivate over sharp knives, or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge. I just cleaned my bathroom, did the laundry, called my brother. Told him, “it was a good day.” - Kait Rokowski, "A Good Day". End ID]
Matsubara Naoko
“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at you when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
A good breakfast
i love bookstores. i love public libraries. i love being surrounded by books so so much
A dream of the fields
study
a rainy day walk through the meadows
eduard_manuk

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase
[ Text ID: I want to bend in a thousand directions like the sun does. Like love does. ]
pomegranate tree in 怡园yiyuan, suzhou, jiangsu province of china by Rtkiycs
Blue Stadtbad Mitte "James Simon" - Eline Brontsema
Dutch, b. 1988 -
Woodcut, 68.2 x 51.3 cm
film from colorado '24

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
i keep thinking of this