me, a lesbian, mistaking a nice twink for a nice butch lesbian: [gives him the lesbian nod]
him, a twink, mistaking me for a twink: [gives me the gay once over]
me, a sensitive dyke: [calls an uber and spends the whole time misty eyed, wondering why this nice butch would look me over like i wasn’t a HUMAN BEING, like i was something to be gawked at. i ignore my Uber driver’s attempt at small talk, staring out the window and questioning everything i know about life, meaning, and the pursuit of lesbianism]
him, a confused gay: [stares at the space this twink just vacated, completely floored. a nod. does he think this is a game. does he think this is a joke. this isn’t a PTA meeting where you nod at your old friend but also secret enemy Brenda from across the room. was i not even worth the once over. have i lost my game. what does this mean]
do you know how many bones the human body has? its 206. we start with 369 when we’re babies but they fuse. wouldn’t you want to go back? have as many bones as a baby? what if i could help you
hi yeah what the actual, literal, GENUINE fuck does this mean
im obsessed w physical closeness, romantically….not even sexually just if u date me it’s all hugging all the time we are gonna lay in bed and im gonna cuddle w u, we will stand in the kitchen and i will stand hip to hip w u, u will sit on the couch and i will stroke your hair and kiss your forehead….it’s so intoxicating as a concept
journey with lotor. they will work together to form their own galra army, fall in love, return to voltron with a shit ton of back up and then kill zarkon
It’s the weekend of Halloween. You have your wig. You have your outfit. You have your youth. It feels…eternal. It feels like you’re gonna live forever.
You fools. You complete and utterly ghoulish fools. Nothing lasts forever. Hold on to the memories while you can. Take some damned pictures, slap on some stickers, and then post ‘em to your Tumblr.
Just tap the photo post type
It’s the blood-red icon.
Choose the photo you want to use
Try not to show your friends you took so many pictures of pumpkins. It’s weird.
Smash that sticker face
There are limited edition Halloween stickers made by Tumblr Creatr Laurène Boglio (@boglio) in there now. They’re scientifically proven to make your photos 10% spookier.*
Put that jack-o-lantern on your photo
You’re obsessed with pumpkins. It’s so fitting. You can rotate and scale the size of your stickers. Put ‘em anywhere. Make ‘em any size. Cover your weird friend’s face with the pumpkin, if you want.
Feeling this
A gravestone can liven up any picture. A touch of tasteful alien is an amuse-bouche for the eyes. Your dreadful photo is now an All Hallows’ Eve masterpiece. Congratulations, you fleshy, mushy, sinewy skeleton.
basically, i think the general rule of thumb is: if someone REALLY wants the blood that’s inside of your body, and they’re like… a vampire, or a dracula, or some sort of mansquito, then that’s probably okay. a dracula and a mansquito are made for removing things like blood and swords from inside your body.
that’s basically fine.
if something wants to get at your blood, and they’re, say, some kind of murdersaurus, or maybe a really big frog, that’s where the problems start to arise. a really frog is not made for removing blood, and your blood knows this, which is why it is so vehement about wanting to stay IN your body instead of coming out.
unfortunately this will not deter a really big frog, because a really big frog is full of things like prizes, and value, and quite a lot of hatred, and it would REALLY rather like to replace any and all of those things with your blood, and basically by any means possible.
These words scan with a fantastic degree of confidence considering that together they make no sense at all
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