We all just kind of accept it as normal that a meat tentacle lives inside of our mouth

There is literally nothing in nature that blooms all year long, so do not expect yourself to do so.

I don’t think I’ve ever watched a video that has made me so uncomfortable

Male writers writing female characters:

“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”

dont say nothin just reblog if she looks like who you know we all think she looks like

me: i’m fine

internally: *the tunnel scene from willy wonka*