look. i don’t think my stretch marks are beautiful. i don’t think they’re tiger stripes or natural tattooos. i don’t think my acne is beautiful. i don’t think the bags under my eyes are beautiful. i just think they’re human. and i don’t think i have to be beautiful all of the time in order to be accepted and loved and sucessful. i don’t think every small detail of my outer appearence needs to be translated into prettiness.
drunk and in love and full of food i think only the torturer eel could harm me
My landlord came to fix an issue to day with the apartment. He looks around the living room at the decor and the newly painted walls.
In a heavy Russian accent: “Your wife have very good sense of style.”
Me: “Actually, I live here alone.”
Landlord: “Ah, homosexual. Figured. I live in the apartment under you.”
Me: 😳
im queer as in gay, yes, but also queer as in really very peculiar
“here comes the sun” hits different when you remember the beatles were british
Every time I get groceries I’m always appalled at how little you can get for like, $20. I was making banana pudding so I needed vanilla wafers but the brand name nilla wafers cost $4 a box. The minimum wage in my state is $7.25/hr. My friend put it really well when he said “imagine you work for an hour and someone hands you two boxes of nilla wafers and said ‘actually this is a bit more than what I owe you’”
Why tf does my friend have Vines on VHS lmao
THEIR turn to be fairytale love story
Disabled person: *exists* Able-bodied person™️:
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