#22:31

[1-gelincikk]

İftarda sadece çorba ve salata yerim ama pastaya asla hayır diyemem ☺️😋😋😍😍

[schattengedanke]

lass' mich die richtige für dich sein, vielleicht bin ja was du suchst…

[kalplibulutlar]

istediğim anlardan birisi bile değildi ama bir günlüğüne beynimi sıfırlamak, kim olduğumu bile unutmak istiyordum, her zamanki kadar mükemmel olacak ve motivasyonumu toplayacaktım, oldurmadın, olmadı, beni bana hatırlattın yine, niye adımı söyledin? neden bana bunları çektirdin ki?

[blondrichclosetwitch]

[elicatkin]

[mintaikcorpse]

You can tell Angel has daddy issues because he is currently crushing on a depressed drunk 70 year old man

[felinefractious]

🐱 Asian Shorthair

📸 Heather McRae [Cagaran Cats]

🎨 Cinnamon Classic Tabby, Cinnamon Smoke Sepia

[rhapsody-03]

halloween is trending again.

the world is healing

[kyouka-supremacy]

Dazai 🤝 Atsushi

Watching their partners fight with a proud loving smile on their faces

[usamin39]

Small animation I did last year for these little guys' debuts

+ stills

[kraniumet]

wrath of the maid

[randommotogpstuff]

what do you mean Marc is still not as old as Vale was when Sepang 2015 happened???

[glimmerofawesome]

[eesirachs]

thinking about the biblical negotiation of purity and mangled bodies—טְרֵפָה֙. an otherwise pure body, a body with flesh and blood that is palatable, literally and semiotically, unassimilates itself the moment it is mangled. this mangled body negotiates relationships between flesh and meat, pure and impure, accident and accident (both physical and then metaphysical). the mangled body is violenced twice, then. the first when it is טְרֵפָה. no translation works well here besides mangled: how gruesome, how grotesque. the second when, in its mangledness, it is rendered impure and, then, illegible. it is not enough to die. these bodies must die again. these bodies must make-dead all that touch them. impurity, after all, catches

[jtl-fics]

I hope I’m not too late!! Pretty boy please?

WIP Wednesday 2/21/24 (CLOSED) | Pretty Boy

"Then I guess it doesn't change things between us." Neil says but he still doesn't turn back to Andrew. "I want to go back to the house." he says still turned away.

"Why?" Andrew asks.

"I'm...tired." Neil answers, "I just want to go to bed." he adds.

Andrew stares at him for a long moment and he hates feeling like this.

"Ok." Andrew says and turns the car back on. The lights come on the dashboard and he looks to the side but it's still not enough light to catch Neil's reflection.

[elicatkin]