If Tumblr Dies I Will Begin Hand-writing Fanfic Interspersed With Deranged Journal Entries And I Will

come get y’all juice.

dicks out friday

rip velrisa grayrock you wouldve loved alt fashion

hmm. potential.

an idea i had i think tumblr would like

also velrisa would be a vampire hunter. in this essay i will

“i hold on with my stone-strong ass.”

“i reach up and slap his ass.”

“it’s rock hard and there’s no jiggle.”

-br’aad and taxi, episode 10

wonderful art @abbagine made during our jerwee Fated watch today, for the love of god get this man a belt

EDIT: they added more

prithee, o great destiel: bear me only pleasant news

when dawn my heart breaks cross’t

pray, sweet picture: paint on my canvasséd soul;

a message more lithe than it’s messenger-

evils turn doth evil’s turn; but one spits my eye,

the other; my shoe- pray, good messr., where you’ll run frew?

o! thine eyes to glitter falsely with dawn’s blue baubles!

o! thine hands haply to clasp in thanks, nigh yet prayer!

o! that you have len’t your knees a’fore your patron as i might the maddona in prattled comfort o’ worship!

o, dear lordship, i lay my head to thine boots, mine suit laid yet lower than the hems of your own! employ this invention of mine, brave weapon: keep up your blade; for the gnashing of dawn’s teardrops do rust all the bright swords!

bear bright pleasants; fine caites and gemstones: no such jades! thrones may be carved of jade; go to, my lord, but see you any such jade lying suit to bear waiting, to hold weight? carry, sweet lordship, tales of higher rounds in the dark valley, where beneath such roads even the pale halv’d light o’ sickened moonlit’s hope does nigh reach!

carry on those red wings of scorching sun fortune, dear destiel- wave that blue and valiant flag of sky before you, and let it cloak all the world’s stage behind!

Haley🌻

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boy howdy do they have a lot of naked gay dudes on this website

it is a nearly unconquerable thing to not go back to what is bad for you when you like it. i am owed an apology and i’d like an explanation. what i get instead is the purse of your lips around a smile; a smile i have to blame on the drink in your hand because otherwise it spells disaster all over again.

all over again i’m back in your car, your arm against mine on the freeway. all over again we’re arguing about something that will be important later. right now the argument is silly and inconsequential. right now the sunroof is open and you ask me to spend the night. in the real world you offer me a shot. in the real world i say no to sharing a cigarette and i walk home drunk under the sweet, cold night.