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we're not kids anymore.

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if i look back, i am lost
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Sheltered life.
đ¤đ February vibes.
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true north dark and cold
Now that itâs dark most of the time, itâs easy to lose track of time. Â I have a new fear that Iâll forget to go to work because I might think itâs night time or something.. canât I just stay home and watch my inchworm?

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This is a squished mole I found on a mountain. He looks so soft, I patted him with a stick and told him I loved him.
Andrewâs Tinder Rules (that he sometimes breaks)
Last night Andrew taught me how to use Tinder. Â I really wanted to see who was on it, so I asked if I could swipe through his potential matches. Â He said I could, but also told me that I had to follow these rules: No more than 1 selfie
No yoga poses (which really narrows it down, I also learned about the âTinder Yoga Poseâ which Andrew describes as âWhen you try to pull your leg up behind your head while standing on a mountain.â
No pictures with horses
No duck face
No kids (we also noticed several users who posted multiple pictures with their kids and of their kids, Andrew also doesnât like when people post more pictures of their kids than themselves, he says itâs creepy.
No people that donât write anything in their bio. Â He thinks itâs lazy, or shows a lack of confidence in their writing skills.
and finallyÂ
No pictures with drugged or captive animals.
Tattoo Blog
Maybe I can live here.
Sage against the machine.

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When you've lost it all.
we will not be lovers
in this lifetime we will not be lovers,
for you are not brave enough.
you are not brave enough to reject the ideals that you were taught, the standards that oppress me, from every angle, every curve. you, who covets my form yet, rejects the philosophy which promises my freedom from abuse, from rape, from âbullyingâ. you, who tells me that my underarms are disgusting, not even with your words, but with your rejection. you, who is attracted to me, but not to all of me because my patch of effeminate fuzz, neighbor to my breasts, which bounce with pride that one day, i can feed tiny, innocent humans. because, women arenât supposed to have body hair, they told you. because, feminism is a bad word, synonymous for man-hating, they told you. because, that is disgusting, because, a womanâs worth is in her kemptness & her grooming & her image, they told you. they told you and, you listened. you believed that, and despite being intrigued by my strength and my health and my finesse - you cannot love me. for you are not brave enough. for you are not willing to rewrite your beliefs in, what makes a woman, âwomanlyâ. and as for me - i will be over here dancing, sweating, embracing my hair under my arms, neighbor to my breasts defining the lines, sculpted from loving myself with stretching, with work, with play. because my femininity is not defined by a razor, or baldness. my femininity is defined by nature, and by my relationship to it. and, in this lifetime, we will not be lovers. for you are not brave enough.
I felt really sad and mixed up and uninspired today on my walk home from work so I made myself supper.. which ended up being the weirdest supper Iâve ever created (I think, since adulthood anyway).. it was roasted veggie chilli with questionable poached salmon on top, with accidental spicy fries (meant to buy sweet potato, canât read apparently) and dijonaise. Â oh, and a nut brown beer that someone left behind from the monday afternoon party I threw on my patio cause it was sunny. Â Soon Iâll have some chocolate ice cream for dessert and see what my guts think of that. Â
^^ here is Ben smelling a mango tango smoothie^^ Today was a busy day
for a monday
which is actually my saturday
working wednesday - sunday confuses the mind
keeps me productive, i think.
a dream this morning that swelled my heart and filled me with gratitudeÂ
for 3 boys
3 sweet and talented boys that make up my band
i sent a sappy text message to them to share the feeling
they said it was a nice message for such a grey and soggy monday morning.
monday mornings are different for them,
they aren't celebrated mornings like mine.
breakfast hasn't been on my mind lately so i've been spending my mornings sipping tea
i hopped on a bus to go to a yoga class
a sweaty
hot
emotional
yoga class
sometimes yoga catches me off guard and there i am
sweaty face full of tears
a nice thing about crying in a heated yoga class is that no one will notice you
unless you crinkle your face up like i do
child's pose
safety
i waited until the room was empty to leave the class
to shower
to move forward with my day
i undress and hop in the curtained stall
the water is icy
i guess the hot water runs out when you use the shower last
i'm squatted down by my back pack now
rinsed and almost cleaned
a towel around my chilled waist
i'm searching for deodorant as a few stragglers gather their things in the change room
i'm trying to be invisible
what with my nudity and emotional release 15 minutes prior
a girl standing near me says in a voice that i'm sure isn't as loud as i remember it being
"those are really cool tattoos, they're like... water color or something"
i feel several pairs of eyes turn to my naked, goosebumpy, hiding body and squeak out a thanks
i'm not sure if this girl was unaware of herself and the poorly timed observation, or if perhaps she thought she would brighten my day by handing me this compliment
whatever the intention,Â
i really wished to shrink away and hide under the wooden cubbies standing on the chilly tiles
i'm dressed now
and the only one in the change room
i grab my coat and head out of the door
onto the soaking street
rain pouring from the skies
i pull up my hood and head to elsie'sÂ
on queen street
to meet ben
there are two elsie's stores now
i chose the wrong one
fortunately, they are right next door to each other
and i don't think i actually chose the wrong one
because on the other side of the door was Cooper
Cooper is this dream boat i met on new year morning, around 2 am, and i kissed her because she said she didn't have a new year kiss yet.Â
i chatted with her until we went on a scavenger hunt for ben
we found him
and Cooper went back to work
and ben and i went for smoothies
and chats
and giggles too.
he's got a wise way about him
big blue sparkling eyes that seem borrowed from a toddler
above and infront of this voice and mind that are 200 years old
soon it's time for my massage with brittany
which is 90 minutes
which is a long time
which is a great long time to be warm and naked and massaged and stretchedÂ
i step out into the rain again and feel warm
i head for a quick snack before heading to my friend Katie Nakaska's gallery opening at the Anna Leonowen's gallery deep down town
i meet ben there again
and i'm there for only 25 minutes
and i see a whole lot of people i know
and i hug them all
and kiss all of their cheeks so they know they are loved even if it's only for a minute
i have to scurry away
and i see Cooper again
and she makes a really funny joke that I keep thinking about
I didn't realize how funny it was at the time
but the more i think about it the more i laugh
and i've been laughing about it all evening.
we met walking in the hall way
and she said, "someone told me there is free wine here, so i came for the wine, what are you guys here for?"
and i didn't really get it at first
and neither did ben
so it wasn't really that funny
but as i replay the situation over and over i laugh harder and harder
because really, it's probably the funniest thing i heard all day
oh Cooper.
and now i stand and wait for mark
he picks me up and ben goes to find a chicken for david
and we pick up josh
and we drive to sean's for a rehearsal
we play and sing and my heart is full
it's fullest in this basement
it's fullest with this company that expects so little from me but gives me so much
i love them
i love them all so dearly and i hope these days aren't numbered because they are the highlight of my tuesdays, and mondays now too
we play our biggest show to date on thursday
at the bus stop theatre and i am so excited i could burst
and soon i'm home
and keltie is home from arizona
she's been gone a whole week
and i missed her a whole lot
i read her a poem from ben's book
and we giggle at the lines
and then i ate a pineapple.
"This series of 3D printed sculptures was designed in such a way that the appendages match Fibonacci's Sequence, a mathematical sequence that manifests naturally in objects like sunflowers and pinecones. When the sculptures are spun at just the right frequency under a strobe light, a rather magical effect occurs: the sculptures seem to be animated or alive! The rotation speed is set to match with the strobe flashes such that every time the sculpture rotates 137.5Âş, there is one corresponding flash from the strobe light. " http://artstyle.sfglobe.com/2015/01/14/3d-printed-sculptures-look-alive-when-spun-under-a-strobe-light/?src=share_fb_new_32233

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Here is a picture of sleepy me after my massage this morning. I had the following thoughts while I was on the cushy, heated table: Am I dead? I wonder if anyone was ever so relaxed their teeth fell out My arm is so heavy I wonder if she thinks my arm is heavy. Where am I? Why is my head so heavy? I can't feel my face.