ladroncillo
ladroncillo
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Simple af.
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ladroncillo · 23 hours ago
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1950s Removable Flower Petal Ashtrays
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ladroncillo · 23 hours ago
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CH
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ladroncillo · 2 days ago
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-sir are you gonna feed the fauna (me)? Or am I gonna have to ask you to leave???
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ladroncillo · 5 days ago
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tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse
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ladroncillo · 5 days ago
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Am I… right to love this atrocious haircut that I did myself?
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ladroncillo · 6 days ago
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told the moon about you
(that’s right u lil shit you’re in trouble)
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ladroncillo · 6 days ago
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Or MAYBE the REAL PROBLEM is that YOU don't think caretaking and cleaning and food prep are CENTRAL AND VALUABLE PARTS OF LIFE instead of INHIBITIONS TO ADVENTURE
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ladroncillo · 7 days ago
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hey bro can i ask you a question that will reveal a deep and fundamental gap in my knowledge of the world
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ladroncillo · 9 days ago
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ladroncillo · 9 days ago
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El camino del artista me está enseñando que puedo llorar 10 veces lo que creí que podía llorar, 💅🏼
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ladroncillo · 10 days ago
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Chillando y dibujando escuchando esto mientras le dedico mis lágrimas y mis pobres trazos.
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ladroncillo · 14 days ago
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dry humping is underrated tbh. it’s like fucking but way easier and also it’s cute when your sub moans like you’re actually fucking them. oh you’re gonna cum from me just slamming my hips against you? adorable.
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ladroncillo · 15 days ago
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dryhumping and making out NOW
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ladroncillo · 15 days ago
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In honor of Day of the Dead, here’s a repost of my comic about the San Francisco Columbarium and the man who spent 26 years restoring it.
This comic originally appeared on Medium at The Nib. Go check out my other work there.
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ladroncillo · 19 days ago
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ladroncillo · 23 days ago
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Yo, hoy.
I’m here to rant bc I know nobody will read 💅🏼
The fuckery of liking someone becomes when you have to let them go. Did I make the right decision? Do I miss her like fuck?
When those two answers collide in a big fat yes, you best believe I will be trying to kill that clingy part of me that says “but what if…” every damn hour of the damn day. I have to let my serotonin levels have a small dose while looking at her photos, but then I have to remember the parts in which I realized we just weren’t compatible.
And the questions being, “but what if it’s about timing?” “What if I’m being inflexible?” “What if the matters of being right or wrong are superlatively overestimated?” Strong arguments, but alas, I come back to my sober self.
I can still feel her forehead touching mine. Her teeth on my shoulders. Her nails in my back. Her voice, jumping around topics like a frolicking girl in a field. Her laughter still brimming in my ears. Her eyes, daring me sometimes, pleading some others. The fire emanating from her skin…
Goddess, I had to post this, because I can write and write and write about her (I have) but I needed there to be a register in the human archives called Internet about this. Obviously she can never know, but god, every other person out there might as well do.
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ladroncillo · 24 days ago
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I’m here to rant bc I know nobody will read 💅🏼
The fuckery of liking someone becomes when you have to let them go. Did I make the right decision? Do I miss her like fuck?
When those two answers collide in a big fat yes, you best believe I will be trying to kill that clingy part of me that says “but what if…” every damn hour of the damn day. I have to let my serotonin levels have a small dose while looking at her photos, but then I have to remember the parts in which I realized we just weren’t compatible.
And the questions being, “but what if it’s about timing?” “What if I’m being inflexible?” “What if the matters of being right or wrong are superlatively overestimated?” Strong arguments, but alas, I come back to my sober self.
I can still feel her forehead touching mine. Her teeth on my shoulders. Her nails in my back. Her voice, jumping around topics like a frolicking girl in a field. Her laughter still brimming in my ears. Her eyes, daring me sometimes, pleading some others. The fire emanating from her skin…
Goddess, I had to post this, because I can write and write and write about her (I have) but I needed there to be a register in the human archives called Internet about this. Obviously she can never know, but god, every other person out there might as well do.
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