Under a juniper-tree the bones sang,

this is a safe space for beautiful brown eyed insane women

like im okay with being medium attractive and having a moderately clean house. instagram reels just bounce off of me like water off a ducks back

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

WOW I AM BLOWN AWAY BY HOW AMAZING AND TALENTED I AM

good thing they didnt have Grindr during the age of sail imagine coming into range of the enemy and in the tense quiet before the storm all your officers' phones go off

creative angel gonna visit you tonight. you gonna get some idea

*comes out of Wikipedia, hair disheveled and body red, wearing a towel, smoking a cigarette, with clear kiss and bite marks* So, I've been reading about nuclear propulsion in spaceships,