Burning Wicker

it must legitimately be a hard time to be a tumblr user who happens to be a hot lady in a bikini who has never posted anything ever

every single time, i sit there with my finger hovering over the block button, briefly wondering if this is the one instance on tumblr of a real human being who simply loves wearing a bikini, typing emoji in the bio, and never making a single post

a lot of scantily clad women with numbers in ther urls are following me lately. they must be smitten with my devilish charm

[ID: Birds' eye view of golden sunlight reflecting off of a winding river through a dark landscape. End ID]

Ok def was not expecting this level of relatability

*submits this to the library of congress as a culturally, historically or aesthetically significant film*

I was so sad to hear that he passed. Leslie Jordan was a wholesome lil bean.

You just know that some sweet little old Nana who has been making quilts for the last 50 years has seen this photo and gone “challenge accepted” and make a blanket with that pattern

apparently my boss who is a professor at my school doesn’t have a cell phone and his coworkers were upset by this so they bought him a childs toy phone and labeled it “David’s jitterbug” (for those of you that don’t know jitterbugs are phones made for old people that have like massive buttons and shit) so the other day I walked into his office to ask him a question and he pressed a button on it which made it start loudly playing the ABCs and he said “excuse me I have to take this” and then started singing along to the ABCs while shooing me out of his office

i love this too much

I aspire to be this kind of person.

I watched this live in a theater with dozens of strangers. The thundering shouts and applause gave me years of my life back. Never underestimate Laura Bailey.

[ID. On a rainy street during dusk, Anubis walks a bicycle. He wears a suit and looks toward a well-lit street from his dark road, where people mill about without him. A diner he stands near is lit warmly, but nonetheless empty. End ID.]