trey ✨he/they lesbian 🌾23

galarfiend:

juney-blues:

juney-blues:

i love solar beam,

water pokémon 5 to 10 levels below me prepare to feel the unmatched power of the sun.

Whopper

silvermoon424:

dunewizard:

This happened to me in real life

theleseroftwoweevils:

ALLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:33333333333

fieldbears:

mr-phoenix-downer:

prussianmemes:

to have the decadence this finch is experiencing with millet seeds…

fool you are in the food

peets in the eats

socialjusticeace:

I hate the “Oh ur posting without tags? how is anyone supposed to find ur post🥺” warning shit tumblr does now. the hand of god will deliver me unto others

seated for barbie 🫡

the-real-numbers:

the-real-numbers:

they should invent “being wrong” for women

doppelgender:

The plan is to get hot within the next 3 years. Move to Europe. Be a fun party guy for a year or so. Then die in some sort of sex accident

andreabandrea:

If I was a sim I would go on simblr and reblog simscourse posts like “smarp floopie in zul weanow” and send my simutual a funny post which is just a picture of a duck with a smiley face icon next to it and then I would log off and die on the floor

soymilkers-deactivated20211228:

kittenchomp:

now im no big titty lawyer,

i am excuse me *pushes boobily into the courtroom knocking over stacks of papers with my huge naturals*

timsutton:

creepylittleteddiebear:

timsutton:

timsutton:

broke: celebrating Marble Hornets’ 10th anniversary on June 20th

woke: celebrating Entry #9’s 10th anniversary on July 19th (my screen debut)

tim are you fucking sure you cant think of which one that could be

the last time i implied that this was a bad shirt someone on here told me “just say you hate lesbian fashion and go”

jakeyjakeylemonshakey:

jakeyjakeylemonshakey:

id like to present to you my proposal for a Michigan-less super lake

Lake No More Michigan

Lake Michigone

i always thot these were cute but ive never used them before

dwergaz:

dwergaz:

My longhouse is perfectly constructed. Every morning when I wake up in bed at the far end of my longhouse, I say my syllable. Then I spend all day sitting in bed. By sunset my syllable has traveled to the other end of my longhouse and back, and as it smacks me in the head, I fall asleep. My longhouse is perfectly constructed.