avarice

no matter what i do or say you will always move along, unphased. i deeply resent you for this, yet appreciate it all the same.

so earnestly human i can’t help but love it. you kept me alive in my hardest years. thank you.

one of the fruits of all time tbh. love biting into the flesh of it and feeling the flavor on my tongue, juice on my mouth and stickiness coating my fingers. a reminder of the simple joys in life.

you are so beautiful wonderful awe-inducing inspiring. i love you so dearly and i want the best for you always. please continue to love and learn. you will make it out of this someday. open your heart and find it within yourself to love yourself as well. i hope you all rest easy tonight.

beautiful mayor. may one thousand zohrans bloom.

crazy that we were able to just do this. most impactful invention in human history

my baby. i was in the trenches for loving u but no amount of slander will ever turn me against u. u did great my love rest easy may your life be peaceful until it ends.

an example of what makes the world such a beautiful place to live in

my baby i miss u come home

one of my favorite types of behaviors

no one has ever hurt me as much as you but you were hurt too. if i could go back in time the one thing i would want to do more than anything in the world is be your friend. i love you.

bring back the big dawg #awoo

i want you so bad .

yeah.

beautiful lover of mine. when i see you it feels like everything will be alright, at least for a moment.

you are what allows us to be who we are.

a thousand heartaches caused by you yet you are the only reason i am alive.

i'm beginning to forget what you sounded like. i've carried this grief with me for years, took comfort in the fact that something i have left of you. what happens when that ache in my heart leaves me too? my memory has always been bad. i would have lists of things i had to do for you, and i would forget, and forget, and forget, until it eventually got done, a few hours-days-weeks after it was supposed to. to this day i forget small things like tasks and big things like trips and vacations and childhood memories that i will never get back. i have lost a lot through this faulty brain of mine. i will continue to. this i know, beloved. i am forgetting how you smell, how you felt. the different types of feathers you had. i am forgetting your quirks and attitude and the sound of your tone deaf voice singing along to whatever song was playing on the Alexa. you loved singing along to Let It Go, and You Are My Sunshine, and Watermelon Sugar High. To this day it is the only Harry Styles song i can bring myself to listen to. there is more on this topic, i know there is. there should be a page where i am writing a paragraph. but i cannot remember. but the most important thing is you were never supposed to be forgotten. it's so unfair. why you? of all the people in my life that i want to remember, it is you i want to think of until my dying breath. you were made to be cherished, not to fade away like this. what am i supposed to do when the little i have left of you fades away? i don't want it to. i dont want this. i don't want to forget. i cannot grieve what i do not remember, and if i stop grieving you, i will no longer be able to recognize who i am. i dont pray. but still, if there is someone out there, i hope they'll take pity on the little girl who lost their best friend, and let me remember you at least a little longer than i am destined to. i want to remember. i want to remember. i want to remember. there is a little container in my room made of a milky white, shiny rock. it has your feathers in it. all that i could find. when i miss you i take them out and caress them. i can no longer run my fingers through your feathers and it destroys me. so i take a wing that you plucked out and i run my fingertips across them until i fell you are a little closer to me. until i feel like i can breathe again. i miss you so much Blu. i love you. i wish you were still here, sitting on my arm, talons digging into my skin. im crying now and its weird. some days i feel so distant from myself thsat your death feels like a dream, a false memory. almost like you never existed at all. but other times the fact that you are gone hits me through my chest, cracks and splinters my ribs until my heart is bare and exposed and beating your name in the only language it knows. you taught me how to love. that i am even capable of loving. i would always give you the best picks of my food to snack on, selfishness be damned. the first selfless love i ever posessed was yours, and always will be. you were scruffy and loved to pluck your feathers out. you growled and bit whenever you felt like it, even when all we were offering were soft hands and warm touches. you loved to go under the couch and bring ripped up napkins with you to nest, and you would charge and attack our feet whenever we walked by them. this, i know. this, i remember. but how much have i forgotten? do i have a right to grieve those memories when i don't even know what they are? i don't know. i do anyways. i hope you can forgive me, for this. i love you. i know (i hope, i pray) i will remember this until my dying days. this will be the last memory to leave me. i would sooner forget my own name than yours. i hope it is enough. in the meantime, i will continue to cherish what i still know. and i will hold on to my memories of you with tight hands, hoping that they, at least, will not slip through my hands into the voids of time.

who am i without you? you are all i will ever have, all i have ever known. i was born unto you and when i die it is your embrace to which i shall return. you are so beautiful and we are working to save you. im sorry. i love you. i always will.

amazing author but so mean. we won tho ❤️

girl fuck you.

im so green

YEAHHHHHH BABYYYYY

im a pervert .

miss megan i love you so so dearly every success of yours makes me feel like i’ve touched the stars and every hurt makes me want to hurt the world. please be happy forever and ever you beautiful talented smart joyous woman

bad in most contexts but when a beautiful woman does it to me,,,,,ough,,,,,ouuuuuughhhh,,,,,

the most beautiful thing in the world. i hope to reach it someday. how blessed it must be to be a person.

ough,,,,ough,,,,,ouououoouou,,,,,owie,,,,,

the mind is a beautiful place where you can fantasize about anything ever and it will never hurt anyone. thoughts have no inherent morality and thus you can do whatever you want forever in them. be free my beautiful perverts and jerk your shit to whatever you desire. also non con fics r hot

beautiful plumber man . he would fix my pipes for a fair price which is more than i can say for anyone else i have ever known

beautiful site. anyone who talks about drama just needs to get good and curate their dash better. all i have on mine is women kissing and beautiful poetry and fanfiction also. shitposting is also fun. tumblrinas i love you forever and ever beautiful queer unapologetically joyful site which was a cultural monolith whether people like it or not and continues to be one of the most unmarketable social media sites ever tumblr I will love you forever and ever

I think lesbians should all receive a monthly stipend from the United Nations for being such beautiful beautiful beings

God bless. Hurts my back tho

I get one done weekly as maintenance and it kind of hurts (-0.5 stars) but also,,,,ngh,,,,

I did steal them from the president but I also never worked out how to tie them properly and it causes me inordinate amounts of anguish regularly. Bring back Velcro shoes please.

call me.

tastes good cunty as fuck and they make jingling sounds when you shake em all up if I could give six stars i would

god she’s so fucking beautiful.