throw it back for Lucifer.

"There's millions of Tumblr users" to you. To me There's only about 12 and we all reblog the same five posts from each other

I dont think anyone is unloveable u r spending a lot of time alone in ur room

mike's hard past couple of months

Mike's hard time since the divorce

I’ve seen a thousand ghosts literally just today… bidens america

What percentage, would you say, were fuckable?

All of them are fuckable in bidens america

Learn to articulate how you're feeling without accusing anyone of having bad intentions. You can say "I'm afraid of being alone" without saying "you're just going to leave me like everyone else." You can say "I need some reassurance" without saying "you probably don't love me anymore." You can say "I'm afraid I've hurt your feelings and I'd like to talk it through" without saying "you don't even like me anymore." You can say "I want to spend more time with you" without saying "you've gotten tired of me." You can say "I feel misunderstood" without saying "you always judge me." Try not to let your emotions get the best of you. Have a conversation focused on finding solutions instead of escalating the conflict.

actually i firmly believe that libraries are some of the most sacred and necessary pillars of a community. they often offer as much solace as a church, care resources and shelter as a community center, knowledge miles beyond what most schools can afford and spaces for community to cultivate at any age. i’m glad to fully appreciate this privilege now that they’re beginning to reopen but if you have a local library you can support and give either time money or effort towards, i see it as a great place to start in community investment

reblog this to place a small, rotund ceramic animal in the palm of the person you reblogged it from

Hail the new clown

if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.

like I've spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father's thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?

we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other...don't touch me I'm emotional

Lazy girl supremacy i love laying down

Jacked O'Lantern

makes you imagine the sound of a bowling ball striking pins