Frfr, im lowkey shitting my pants everytime smn sees my tumblr bc it could be a naked ethel cain pic or just sm random freaky fellow travelers gif
scrolling through tumblr at the family function is like russian roulette. it’s either architecture, poetry, ethel cain, or gay porn. every time i scroll im like… pls don’t be dick don’t be dick don’t be dick.
I guess the real glorious evolution was the homoerotic yearning we made along the way
i just saw this on twitter but i couldn't find the user of the OP. anyways, damn right
y’know what i’m gonna say it. tumblr is the superior social media site. follower counts are hidden/meaningless, there’s no way to make a profit and/or become an influencer. it’s just about looking at silly little images and making silly little comments.
Fr fr, this is just my spectrum of moods during the day
That one feeling when u just cant split between your intense sense of justice or your need of detach all of your rage into smth or smn bc u were raised by an angry man and now u r inherently hateful but u can still hold a little bit of empathy towards ppl but yet u feel so guilty of never stoping to hate everyone even those who u thought u were the most comprehensive to
crazy how much benedetta (2021) was a movie for tboys. paul verhoeven said look at my jesus pussy
me consuming every piece of queer media instead of having a social life:
we need more western nights appreciation