Boss is asleep, cannot stop me from frogposting
pitter patter putter patter *you look down and see this*
My son. He has seen death. He is eight years old. He is missing half his face and his mother. I love this stupid little version of him, he's such a squishy little goober.
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
i have a joy friend! they don't have my tumblr (I don't think) so I will be raving about them in this post.
they have the cutest smile and laugh and the prettiest brown eyes, I love them so much and want to cover their face in kisses and stop them from picking at their lips in that nervous way they have. I want to simply lie with them and do nothing and be happy because I am simply with them. I get so happy just talking to them, I want to know everything about them and listen to them talk for hours.
that wild moment when you're a guy but get your period for the first time is insane man
“ummmmm ur bra strap is showing :/ ”
He/him and they/them! Minor, bi, ADD! T R A U M A, I have trauma and I'm ✨ gay ✨
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