#i miss him…..

[whirlybirbs]

thinking about my favorite slut: fives starwar

[poisonmexicanagirl]

I think sleep took my bae away from me……. ough……. oohuh….. sniff……. hawh…….. :,(

well gn to precious baby 😞☹️💋💋💋

[valeroyeaux]

hey you guys ever think about bodhi rook. bc i do. every day of my miserable life

[cohendyke]

CHET DESMOND MENTION IN THE RETURN……….. 🔥🔥🔥🔥

[veerybells]

happy one year to wilbur soot going to utah to cosplay his minecraft character

[marisatomay]

People might bring up Vincent van Gogh as an example of a painter who did great work in spite of, or because of, his suffering. I like to think that van Gogh would have been even more prolific and even greater if he wasn't so restricted by the things tormenting him. I don't think it was pain that made him so great, I think painting brought him whatever happiness he had.

—David Lynch

[no1-housefan]

Wydm he died? He became universally loved for his own unique talents and abilities, I don’t know where you heard about him “dying”……..

and he lived happily ever after

[wormspoodle]

compiled some things

[crazycometspecular]

And trust me I know tv,,,

[yellenabelova]

DAVID TENNANT I BAFTA Film Awards 2025

[cuntphoric]

it’s stupid late. like 2:43am late. the kitchen’s dark except for the fridge light and the glow from your situationship phone screen, playing a random song that you had suggested him to listen to. you’re perched on the counter, legs swinging, wearing his hoodie and nothing else, and he’s standing between your knees with a slice of leftover birthday cake balanced on a plate in one hand and a fork in the other.

"open up, baby," gojo says, waving the fork near your face as if he was the one feeding a toddler. "here comes the airplane—"

you swat at him half heartedly but open your mouth anyway, letting him feed you. "you’re so dramatic," you mumble through the cake.

"i’m romantic," he corrects, licking the frosting off his thumb. "there’s a difference."

gojo's hair’s a mess, white strands fluffed up and sticking everywhere from sleep, but he still looks ridiculously sweet. like pretty boy sweet. like maybe i’d let you ruin my life sweet. and he’s shirtless, just soft skin, warm from sleep, and low sweatpants that are hanging on for dear life.

he’s all sleepy grins and sleepy eyes and god, he’s not even trying :(

"you’re staring," he teases.

"i’m thinking," you say, deadpan.

"that's scary," he hums. "wanna kiss to stop it?"

you don’t answer. just tilt your chin up, expectant, and he leans in slowly, until he’s kissing you with cake sweet lips and smiling into it.

he pulls back just a little, presses his forehead to yours, and breathes you in. "you," he says softly, "are the best thing that’s ever happened to my insomnia."

you roll your eyes, smiling softly. "you’re so corny."

"and yet," he steals another kiss, pecking quickly, "you still wanna make out with me on a counter at 2am."

[m1nsur0]

A most precious treasure

[nigelgraz]

Sunkissed 💫

[starspilli]

back to my roots…

[moxie-girl]

im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

[dimeadozencows]