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Baby! Girl! Era! Nandor! Save him Guillermo, he’s too precious to be killed by a cult!

ID: one image portraying Nandor the relentless languishing in his 'baby girl' era. He is doing a stretching pose on the ground with one leg tucked under him, knee pointing forward and one leg pointed straight out behind. He has long pink leg warmers covering his legs from under his knee all the way down to the tops of his white tennis shoes. His upper body is upright, chest puffed out under a white 80s style cropped t-shirt that only just covers his chest. On the shirt is a purple design with a circle with two palm trees and a sun. He is wearing blue short shorts with white piping along the hem. One hand is on his hip and he is still wearing one of his rings. It is large, red and gold. The other arm is behind him. He has sweat bands on. His hair is just above shoulder length and is feathered to be fluffy and curly. He is grinning wide exposing his missing fangs, eyes closed and looking for all the world like a man having the time of his life.

i literally got dumped on the first day of pride month by a cishet guy. happy pride y’all.

ryan gosling is the only man ever likeeeee????

Never me

Always the poet never the poem, always the lover never the loved, always a choice never the chosen, always the admirer never the admired, always the reader never the story, it hurts having to see or hear someone's story knowing that I don't have one of my own. I know I'm not the average "pretty blond haired" "blue eyed girl" who has a happy ending to her story, but everyone says there's a reason we are specifically alive. and maybe my reason is to just sit here and express that I can't be like everyone else. I've turned everyone I loved into a story, or a piece of art but I was left behind like pieces of glass. it's always somebody else but never me ~ Khushboo :)

i miss my cat, khonshu, so here are some things about him that just make sense; he’s a black cat

would hide away and sneak on my other pets until he finally had his chance to just *BAP* and add a little bit of trauma to their lives

would never let me bathe him BUT would LOVE washing himself in dirty dish water ????

didn’t know how to meow so just grunted whenever he needed to make an announcement

would make a squeak whenever landing on any surface

cling onto my arm for dear life while we slept

pretty boys

he ended things with me today

note: it’s not his fault at all, it wasn’t mutual but it was for his own personal reasons which i understand but it still hurts

okay so this guy i’m dating told me to write him a poem bc i did ONE assignment on poetry for my english degree and he thinks i’m a poet.

fast forward weeks later and i finally thought of something that doesn’t start with “roses are red, violets are blue”

anyways i’m posting it here. idk if it’s any good, i trust tumblr not to judge me. yes it is sickeningly cute, i apologise in advance. (there is no title yet)

although we’ve known each other less than a while

everyday you make me smile

and that makes it worth every mile

that’s between us across this silly isle

p.s. idk whether to add any other stanzas or if it’s fine as it is 🥹

“living for the hope of it all” headers

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