philscatwhiskers:

a-french-guardsman:

when will people use the anon function to send passionate, homosexual anonymous love letters

reblog if you want a passionate, homosexual anonymous love letter

kittyb4e:

not sure what you are doing right now but i’m losing my fucking mind over you

fozzie:

i cant keep up with tumblr drama because new “popular text post bloggers” appear out of the ether fully fledged with 200k followers and everyone already apparently knows who they are and then 2 days later i see a callout post with information dating back 5 years as if this person didnt just pop into existence earlier in the week

laceforest:

adult: what do you want to be when you grow up?

me: an old lady with a garden, soulmate, tons of animals, & a peaceful forest home

nemophilies:

“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”

— Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet