husk and angel respectively

Etho and bdubs please? They are silly

besties

jack and anne are like if a weird crow adopted a feral cat

If you click on the “trollsona” tag here your results will be half Dreamworks and half Homestuck and I think that’s beautiful.

I found this on Etsy and I can’t stop laughing (by JackieArcherArt)

a zombie and a cannibal who r besties

luv her fr

hi i'm going insane over amstarieart teehee. it's about 3 bisexuals loving each other in the queerest possible way. it's about a mean girl polycule. it's about daddy issues. it's about MOMMY issues. it's about bdsm. it's about obliterating that twink. it's about special princesses. it's about being a hypocrite and a bitch and having shit morals and finding people who love you BECAUSE of that rather than IN SPITE OF that. it's about healing wrong. it's about negative character development. it's about being an unreliable narrator

it's also very much about how. amma's face (default) (derogatory) vs. amma's face (looking at her husband or her girlfriend like "i'm about to commit war crimes for you") (affectionate)

whos unfullowed me. ill eat your bones and do it again in the morning, leaving you bewhildered and confused. once youre flesh and wriggling, ill come back. you gain a bone. i have taken it again. your only pride. your only joy. i giveth the femur and i will taketh away. i will make a bone pile and scurry about in it, i will grow more powerful from simply being beside your bones, and i will keep your original ones in a suitcase, in another suitcase, and put that on a pedestool. nobody is to touch your bones but me. i will wear your skinsuit as a mesh top, and wear it to coachella, so you must wittness coked up coachellers shaking ass they do not have on to a youtube MUA that has never grown out of 2017 makeup. you will be forced to listen to festival goers barf, and sing the lyrics to a song they shouldnt, and once im home and youre alcohol drenched from me spilling my mikes hard multiple times not out of malice but drunken clumsiness, i will hang you up in the hotel room closet. i will leave. i will go in my car and leave you there, but ride back and say shit i forgot my skin and take you back. honest mistake. then, as i check out, the receptionist will try to arrest me. they will not prevail. we will make a getaway, and from me not wearing you but puting you in the shotgun and strapping you in, you feel a sense of soul. autonomy. as the cops chase us, guns blazing and winsheilds shattering in action, my yells of profanities at the pigs muddle. you smile. you know why you unfollowed. this journey has given you back your virtues. you look at me shooting back at the police, and feel your heart stop. is it love? yes. but you are also having a heart attack. you die. but you follow me back first. first you follow me back. you die.

olives are more than a fruit to me theyre my best friends

dyke slimecicle saturday and butch john darnielle should be besties

uwah ! i associate u wif so many things omg . . . matcha green, earth tones, sandalwood incense, pretty sarees with gold silk embroidery, chai ( homemade chai! like how grammie makes it . . . on da stove wif all da cardamom n cloves n cinnamon n garam masala . . yumz ), new york, lofi hip hop radio on youtube, my anatomy notes ( was just looking at them the other day . . omg ), wrapping yourself in a blanket and sitting at your desk ready to pull an all-nighter to study for exams, scrubs ( not da show like . actual scrubs lawlz ), cafe hopping, fall ! autumn ! oversized beige cardigans ( that you definitely did not steal from keiji ), worn in docs, minimal dewy makeup, linking arms wif ur friends when walking, a bed with white sheets by the window in the attic where light streams in in da morning, cuddling into keiji's chest so the light doesn't hit the back of ur eyes, clinging onto him like a koala so he doesn't get outta bed, ice skating at the rink, fluffy mitts, catching the sunrise on the roof with your lover <3

this got so long omg it sounds like im obsessed wif u >//< maybe i am

coco i’m not even kidding i’ve read this so many times and it makes me so happy i don’t think you understand (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈) i love the smell of sandalwood SO. MUCH. pretty sarees :((( GOLD EMBROIDERY AHH SO BEAUTIFUL !!! the chai part made me cry i drink chai 2-3 times a day w all the masalas n cardamom n spices and it’s . my favorite thing on this planet i learned how to make it from my mom but i also used to drink it w my grandma when i was lil oh my god this really touched me :((( hehe the part about all nighters…. yea yes i do a lot of those >.< I LOVE LINKING ARMS WHEN I WALK W PEOPLE !!!! and and and i wanna cuddle into keiji’s chest so bad it’s my one wish sobs this made me so so happy i love you so much i feel like you know me ??? so well ??? like this is so spot on i think we’d be best friends irl 😞

i associate you w amethyst, rose milk, flowery perfumes, diamond jewelry, dainty anklets, spring, pink tulips, flower shops!!!, lab coats hehe, cooking at midnight w your lover under the fluorescent kitchen lights, really specific playlists for each feeling and moment you wanna remember, car rides with the window down, dipping your feet into the water at the beach, white bikinis, sundresses, rosé, the pretty harbor!!!, and tobio twirling you around when you wear a pretty dress (his face all (..◜ᴗ◝..) bc you’re the cutest in the world)

three cheers for. squareflake revenge or whatever. etc

kiss of the divine

DANNY PHANTOM | 2.19-2.20 "Reality Trip"

satoru physically withers and crumbles every time you return his belongings. he doesn’t know how to tell you that he can only accidentally on purpose leave his glasses on your nightstand, or his jacket on your couch, or his shirt in your laundry so many times before he loses his mind. every time you don’t take he bait, he folds into himself and wonders why you don’t love him anymore and it costs him $22.50 to hear ieiri tell him to suck it up and use his words because he literally has to buy her company (and drinks).

but when you do take the bait, when you do wear his things, satoru thinks it’s all worth it. he can’t explain why it does what it does to him. it’s a sinister kind of possession he wants to have over you, knowing you’re your own person, free to do as you please, but also knowing you’re caged in him. it’s a lovesick kind of gooeyness that melts his heart seeing you fumble with the sleeves of a sweater that’s too long for you. it’s the vision of you seeing you drowning in him—in his clothes, in his things, in him, in him, in him. he’s selfish, he wants to consume you in as many ways as possible, wants you to drown in him, would die happily knowing you were one tenth as enraptured by him as he is with you. he doesn’t know how or why or when you gained so much power over him, but he doesn’t care, he doesn’t want you to ever stop, so if he has to keep pretending to leave his clothes and bags and glasses around then so be it.