Craving one of those long hugs where you both feel warm and safe, and neither of you really want to let go

Super Smash Bros moves performed by Marvel stuntmen

being individuals together is so intimate. let’s read different books but curled up next to each other, let’s visit a coffee shop so you can study & i can write, let’s just be near each other

🌈 here is a little rainbow for anyone who is sad today

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thank you for the sunshine you add to the world

众神舞动之夜 By - 苏铁

Coño don limpio

Smash the Cistem.

By Liberal Jane

[Digital illustration of a person turned to their side. They have a flag that reads, ‘smash the cistem’ over their shoulder. They are turned towards the viewer and have long straight brown hair, and facial hair. They are accessorized with a blue bandana, nose ring, eyebrow piercing, and pink pleather jacket with studs and patches. One patch reads, ‘out of the closet and into the streets’ and the other is an equality sign in a heart. The background is blue with pink clouds and sparkles.] 

but you’re already here

here’s an idea: you stay at my place, we watch movies and make out and in the morning I make you pancakes

my perfect crime? I memorize the entirety of the macy’s store inventory. I then go on aliexpress.com and find exact replicas of every single purse in the store. I break in at 3am, and replace every purse with a cheaper version of the purse. I take my real purses home and open up an online store on the darknet featuring fake purses. I then sell these real purses as fake purses, making it so that when the feds catch on to my antics, they spend countless years trying to figure out who can replicate purses this well, and who is selling them. Soon an entire division of the FBI is dedicated to finding me and figuring out how my “fake” purses appear to be real. 45 years later they finally trace my ip address and break into my villa in texas and shoot me right in the leg when i attempt to flee. While this would normally not be a fatal wound, due to my constant devotion to my online fake real purse storefront i have suffered an iron deficiency for 35 years. My blood can’t clot and I start to bleed out. Turns out the woman who shot me was a girl who i made out with once in college, and she holds my dying body in her arms and asks me how my fake purses were so real. I spend the last moments of my fleeting life telling her about how every five years i break into a different Macy’s and replace all the purses, and that the purses I have been selling online for a severely discounted price were actually all real, and I have been doing this purely for the gag of it all. When my former college girlfriend gets home from work after rightfully murdering me for my crimes, she goes into her walk in closet, looks at the 13 gucci purses she owns, and realizes that they’re all fakes.