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loveshotzz · 1 year
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I just want to bite those legs 🫦
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I need to bite them, if I don’t I’m afraid I might die.
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lacilou · 1 year
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Sir, I'm torn between how attractive you are (those adorable feet) and the fact that that is not how you load a dishwasher.
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puhpandas · 7 months
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*knocks on my head and something rattles in there* LET ME WRITE ASSHOLE
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foxychaosstarlight · 2 years
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This view makes me reach for his belt. And that little hip movement...
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somewhatvaguely · 3 months
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Since first grade I have held myself back and held myself back and by Jesus sometimes I just want to bite a boy’s nipple off; okay???
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carli-meows · 9 months
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every time i make a vow to actually not jokingly kill another human the worst thing happens and i just get depressed and unmotivated to do anything
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zouffle · 1 year
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do streaming services know that i would voluntarily correct and/or transcribe their captions/lyrics for free
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lazylittledragon · 3 months
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can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024
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lastoneout · 7 months
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I just love it when video games let you do really stupid shit that kills you immediately. I love being like "oh this is a terrible idea" and being able to do it and then die. It's good game design.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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goldensunset · 7 months
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did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back
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cyancees · 1 year
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i have neither a good imagination nor aphantasia, but a secret third thing
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micecakes · 3 months
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i hate when simple tasks could be made easier or like i could do it myself but no one listens to me so i have to just stand there and watch people struggle for literally no reason
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cherryboyriots · 4 months
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Watched a guy I think is attractive struggle with a tape roll in the stock room for several minutes. I offered to help multiple times and he declined repeatedly claiming that he'll get it eventually.
He did not.
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strongermonster · 1 year
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why is this written like it's trying to hypnotize me into making a batch of caramelized onions, and more importantly, why is it working
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