Maybe I could backcomb?

​a man who has never denied himself anything meets a man who denies himself everything and the hedonist tries to lure the self-abnegator into succumbing to the pleasures of the flesh and succeeds but their rendezvous makes accidentally clear that true pleasure is derived from the perilous destructive nature of intimate connection and eventually true actual love and so we come to conclude that in fact the hedonist is the one who has never allowed himself anything true while the self-abnegator has never strayed from the path of his want and then they put them on ice skates and gave them sticks

and here you are

World Heritage Post

and here i am

sheds a single tear

every august 18th my notifications break and i go, fuck, tumblr has failed me once again, but it hasn’t. it hasn’t failed me. it’s just the taking the hobbits to isengard-iversary. happy 12 years

#i hope we all celebrated this international feast day accordingly

Happy 20th anniversary, old-ass meme. You’re still beloved.

I had previously seen the bottom image with zero context like 5 times before finally finding the context post and that’s why I love tumblr.

the plot chickens (becomes scared of its own premise)

fuck i forgot to partake in handmade crafts and whimsy

You've heard of parallel play, now get ready for perpendicular play.

Hot cross buns?

I've got you in my cross hares