Splendid Squalor

Keeping an alive tumblr in 2026 is proof of one's sincerity and authenticity - a type of person who enjoys posting for the sake of it with absolutely nothing to be gained....just the enjoyment of curation and self expression untainted by opportunity and relevance

dick from a man who is overly stressed and is using your body for therapy

ALL TUMBLR SLUTS: slip your hand in your panties right now. If your cunts wet, Reblog this.

y'all ever masturbate so hard you start begging like “fuck.. pls pls pls” even though you’re the one fucking yourself

I need dirty horny friends to fuck and suck no strings attached.

thank you to weird girls for being online

in the span of just months you too can go from "I want you inside me" to "get it out of meeeee"

Many jokes about packers flopping out and bouncing away and such but I still wasn't prepared for how genuinely disconcerting it is for a second when your brain has accepted this as Part Of Your Body & your thang fell off. My pebis

Every time I pull my pants down to go to the bathroom and watch My Penis go with them I have to like. Recalibrate

not every mutual fits neatly into an archetypal medievalism but there are some mutuals that im like yeah addressing you as “my liege” would come strangely naturally

"pillow princess are just greedy" they are so generous??? they let me make them cum? and i get to listen to their cute noises??? what are u talking about..

i miss u so much (pre ai internet)

Pulling her panties to the side >>>

I feel like a lot of people mistake vanilla sex for unsatisfying sex. They’re not the same thing. You can have the most vanilla sex of your life and be completely wrecked by it — fully present, fully seen, fully satisfied. And you can have the most intense, experimental experience and walk away feeling absolutely nothing. The kink was never the point. The connection was. The hunger was. Two people who actually want each other will make missionary feel like a religious experience. Two people who are disconnected will make every fantasy feel hollow. It was never about what you did. It was always about who showed up for it.