Parvus Mundus Est.

actually annoyed by long distance friends again. i want to go for a walk i want to get drinks i want to sit in the grass and write i want to go to the fucking store together

megan thee stallion owns the summer and rebecca black owns fridays. the way forward is clear. they must collaborate.

Every day, I fight two battles at once: comforting my child through pain and searching for a way to afford the medicine, bandages, and treatment he still desperately needs. I feel myself breaking a little more each day.

I am not asking for miracles. I am asking for the chance to keep fighting for my son. Please donate or share Qais's story today. Your kindness could help protect his future and remind us we are not alone.

Today I used torn clothes on my baby Qais’s wound instead of bandages because I cannot afford them. I feel helpless watching this. Please donate now and help me save him.

a warthog is a thog specialized for use in war

I love tumblr more than IG bc IG feels like I’m posting looking for a job but on here it’s like I already lost the job and my wife and the house and I’m just sitting on the curb talking to myself

the reason sex scenes exist in fiction is because sometimes people have sex but also to find out what the characters are lying to everyone including themselves about by wrapping that agonising vulnerability in a treat like giving medicine to a dog

commenting under art of a thin character "oh they look like they give the most dogshit hugs. like being embraced by a wet skeleton"