Burn Slow

there are a lot of people reblogging this again and tagging it with "wow.. this kind of looks like that one cup" again. you guys would not believe what "solo jazz" means

oh nice final chapter you're editing thee. be a shame if the lette stopped woking popely, wouldn't it? vey fustating

Don't tell me "pwn" is forgotten lore..

a long line of trans women cupping the next one down's face and telling her itll be okay over and over stretching forever for generations until they dont have to anymore

When I (M29) was a young boy (M7) my father (M35) took me into the city (X167) to see a marching band (M23, M21, M22, F22, M24, M25, F21, M

He said “Son (M7) when you grow up (F33) would you be — wait what”

i love it when italians argue about italian. like we don’t even know how our language really works we just roll with it

Italian is 107 different provincial languages stuck together with spit and half a prayer

My bf lives in another region and we are constantly arguing about regional variations of words and we both live in the fucking north of Italy

one time i saw a map of italy but instead of cities and roads etc it was just covered w different ways you can say the word vagina. it was covered

oh I can think of at least seven ways to say the word vagina right off the top of my head rn. I can’t imagine what I could do if I tried harder

this is the Italian Vagina Map, reblog to… I’m not sure actually. Can’t hurt though. 

reblog to Italian season your pussy

dry humping in its specificity as a term implies the existence of wet humping

happy anniversary to the great molasses flood

this meeting could have been a beloved folktale passed down orally thru generations

running up the hill to make a deal with god again. anyone need anything

my love language is wanting to talk to you every day

it appears i am causing a scene in the hartebeest community. im sorry but your guy looks like he was in a cartoon and he got 2 cymbals crashed against the side of his head its sad but its true.

it was a bougar

...if bougar, where bun? Where cheese? Where kepchup?