how is trump alive?? like hes rlly gone thru his whole life like That …. and no one has ever just fuckin decked him?? gave him the ole one two? knocked his lights out??? incredible
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sorry to improve your day without much notice but
NEVERMIND REBLOGGING AGAIN BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE ALL NEED
I would repost this, but I have good reason to believe I have a file somewhere [hi, federal friends!]…so I won’t.
Hopefully it’s _your_ sailboat, or you at least _know_ the owner. Could be awkward otherwise. Still…anybody can haul on a rope.
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
not even risking that shit
scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.
Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol
man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this
I don’t play that shit lol sorry
WHyyyy
Sorry everyone
If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
Shiddd
this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!
It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr
I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES
LMAOOOO
Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~
I reblogged this yesterday but idc, I ain’t playing games with Madame Zeroni or Mama Kitt
Madame Zeroni ain’t for play play
Fuck it, hope she bless me
But what if a nigga don’t reblog this and they great great great grand kid finds a treasure chest?🤔
What year did this start? I’m always feels my like I have to reboot this
not risking shitttt
The fuck, guys? I don’t even know who she is bur damn I’ve been cursed before so I ain’t risking
The fuck you mean you don’t know who she is?!
she gets re-blogged on my dashboard at least once a week?
I hate y’all
Fuck.
With the day starting like this, I don’t dare not reblog.
No, YOU’RE crying
If you just needed something nice today, here it is.
Oh my.
Now I’m crying.
Great Googly Moogly I want that boat. Perfect for overnighting, or wine at dusk. You could slap a propane 3HP on the transom and go for days. And the boathouse?! WANT.
this blog hates donald trump
Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁
I’ve never reblogged something so fast
Okay, not “hate.” I don’t hate the man. I don’t like him. I pity him for being in over his head. And I think what he’s doing to the structures of government is going to take a generation to recover from.
But what separates me from the Fox and Friends take on Obama The Outsider is that I can think Trump is wrong and Bad For America without hating him.
growing up autistic / growing up gaslit
I.
this is the first lesson you learn:
you are always wrong.
there is no electric hum buzzing through the air.
there is no stinging bite to the sweetness of the mango.
there is no bitter metallic tang to the water.
there is no cruelty in their laughter, no ambiguity in the instructions, no reason to be upset.
there is no bitter aftertaste to your sweet tea, nothing scratchy about your blanket.
the lamps glow steadily. they do not falter.
II.
this is the second lesson you learn:
you are never right.
you are childish, gullible, overly prone to tears.
you are pedantic, combative, deliberately obtuse.
you are lazy, unreliable, never on time.
you’re always making up excuses, rudely interrupting, stepping on people’s shoes.
you’re always trying to get attention, never thinking about anyone else, selfish through and through.
it’s you that’s the problem. the lamps are fine.
III.
this is the third lesson you learn:
you must always give in.
mother knows best. father knows best.
doctor knows best. teacher knows best.
this is the proper path. do not go astray.
listen to your elders, respect your betters, accept what’s given to you as your due.
bow to the wisdom of experience, the education of the professional, the clarity of an external point of view.
what do you know about lamps, anyway?
Okay. That hits way too fucking close. Got some thinking to do…
You can feel the air just the cool side of cold, almost palpable, wanting to be fog but just not making it. You can smell the coffee, which somehow always manages to smell better than it tastes. You can feel the boat, solid and stable under your feet except when it’s not. I would give almost anything to be there in the morning.
Reblog if you are active (personal posts) fitblr💪🏻💪🏻🔥
Heey babies, looking to follow some personal blogs, that post their stories/journey/progress photos/meals and etc. I’m tired of following blog that reblog thoose models that give us urealistic picture of out bodies.
Feel free to follow and reblog so I can follow y'all ❤️❤️
💪💪✨✨
🏃♂️🏋️♀️⛵️
That’s pretty much all I do.
Oh, and 👔👗👒🎩because you gotta
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