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Older Black gay men in long term relationships are rarely covered or seen by main stream media.
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headphone cord unplugged by furniture 6,000 dead 23,459 injured
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need a full body massage a margarita 400mg of ibuprofen a plate of brownies at least an hour in a jacuzzi and 20,000 dollars cash
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HEADPHONES IS DEFEAT
SENSORY IS BAD
BABA IS AGONY
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Little comic I made for Viktor's birthday (PART 1) Please consider following me on X/Bluesky/IG, I update them more often
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real romance is just being deeply stupid together. i dream of one day meeting someone i can be deeply stupid with and not feel embarrassed
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fuuuuuck i have needs and wants and desires :( sadly they needto put me at the bottom of a deep as fuck hole and pour cement over me because of this
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The rest of the thread is here.
tl;dr: Don’t monetize AO3, kids. You won’t like what happens next.
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a helpful tutorial
I was taking with my friend about good omens and we were wondering how the hell aziraphale-as-crowley managed to get into that bath without getting his socks wet and so I drew this ‘helpful’ guide.
I like to imagine that all the demons had to just awkwardly stand around watching him clamber around getting into this bathtub… @neil-gaiman can you confirm?
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the sky is on fire.
the sky is on fire.
there are people screaming above my head.
their bodies being slowly eaten away as the flames consume their flesh ; deliberately, as if savouring every inch of skin that succumbs to their will.
some time ago, i wouldn't even flinch.
the people in my life who weren't burning would tell me to turn my gaze away,
"look down at the grass under your feet, isn't it beautiful?
why worry your head with the sinful?"
and i would listen, back then, as a child, growing up under a sky so bright, taught to never question its light.
now, as i look up at the flames above me,
as i aknowledge their existence, i find their tormented voices still singing.
i don't understand their language, long forgotten by the people, but not the land on which i still stand, with the green grass reflecting the orange light of the flames.
i can't understand their longing cries,
even as i go to bed every night under the same burning sky,
but when i see another blameless child, put under the beautiful grass i once cherished,
i see words form on the makeshift grave:
"why did you look away?"
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eat healthy.
my mom always tells me i have to eat healthy.
she never taught me to do it, she never fed me healthy food. she yells at me when i want to eat something she doesn't approve of, she tells me it's my fault for feeling bad because i don't eat healthy.
she never notices when i try. i don't have time to eat healthy, but i try when i can. i try to make healthy dishes, and she doesn't even want to eat them with me. she never tells me she's proud of me for eating healthy. she always tells me i should've started doing it sooner, or that it's not enough to eat healthy just once.
she always says it's not enough.
she never says i'm enough.
#writeblr#my writing#writing#writers on tumblr#my art#eating healthy#cw food issues#is it just about eating healthy?#youll never know
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