Latest Posts by giavpaprika - Page 4
i love digesting lactose it’s so easy to do
crazy they haven't come out with a diet version yet
who suffered more: Jesus Christ (died on the cross) or me (I just want a lil kiss)
I'm Me 🤡
creepypasta time
the creepiest pasta is lasagna, imo. how did it get so wide
( waits for an image to load and its not even that good ) i dont know what to say. i hope we all die.
hi I heard that chicago fucking explode. sorry
sad! well theres other cities
REBLOG to fuck a WIZARD
IGNORE for PENIS CURSE
What a fucking mess
been repeating this in my head all day
For those of you not aware Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends are raising funds for Trans Healthcare.
Unfortunately, some TikTok peeps are being complete transphobic bastards and are reporting the lives and getting the accounts banned. The appeals are being rejected.
This hinders getting the word out on this fundraiser.
Make sure you donate if you can or at least share the link in your circles so people are aware and hopefully the message can reach a wider audience
my idfea for a new state id like to call "sexual texas"
my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think
Maxfield Parrish - The Lantern Bearers (1908)
Objectification
To be human is to live in all the things we keep around us
A nest full of shiny objects we’ve collected
That make us feel at one with the world
To live and die in these objects
A bit of soul left behind in every knickknack
A coffee mug that says Ethyl, which was painted in Alaska
You found it in a second hand store
And now when you drink coffee each morning you toast
To Ethyl, a stranger
When you die someone else will toast to you
With Ethyl’s mug
Generations of strangers live inside a coffee cup
“It reminds me of how she held on to someone she didn’t even know,
Didn’t want to forget or have her be forgotten”
My favorite mug will hold my soul when I die
And you can have it, toast to me every morning
Or with every evening tea
I want to live on in your coffee dregs
Long after I’ve passed
Maybe life really ends when the living forget us
And all these ceramic elephants, matryoshka dolls, carnival glassware
Will immortalize us as stories solidify
And simplify our existence
What will you live in when you die?
ıt has come to my attention that both washroom and kelsey’s are canadian terms and that is the reason this post didnt reach a wider audience
gay😔irl
body positivity has largely failed because people started arguing for attractiveness and romantic prospects instead of respect and dignity
Storytime: My brother Dave used to manage a Little Ceasars, and he hated it. So when my mom asked him what he wanted on his birthday cake, he jokingly said the Little Ceasars guy being stabbed with his own spear. My mom, who doesn't always get sarcasm, didn't even question it. She lovingly made him exactly what he asked for. It's my favorite cake ever.
Happy Ides of March to Ceasar getting stabbed!
Via
ms word ms excel and ms powerpoint are all snooty disagreeable ladies who wont speak to me due to my meager dowry but then i meet their beautiful sister ms paint whos clumsy but charming and we fall in beautiful love. and i become mr paint
‘Sleeping Nymph’ by Alexander Rothaug (German, 1870–1946)
obsessed with how the entire movie is just this
no met gala look will ever top cee lo greens powerful sorcerers garb from the grammys that one time
mr sandman was playing in this gas station and the cashier and i both sang “man me a sand” at the same fucking time without hesitation