this blog will soon be inactive &/or deleted & im still getting the new one set up but my new acct is @mccnchild catch me there
So tumblr dot com locked me out of this account on the desktop for literally no reason, and i don’t want to go the rest of my life as mobile only so this blog is going to be deleted and I’m going to be moving. But I’ll let you all know my new url beforehand so you can still follow if you want. I won’t be deleting for like a week probs. But also unfollow if you dgaf. Ok that’s all love u bye. 🙃🙃🙃
it's @mccnchild now u should unfollow this account probs love ya babes
this blog will soon be inactive &/or deleted & im still getting the new one set up but my new acct is @mccnchild catch me there
I am Theon Greyjoy, last living son of Balon Greyjoy …
So tumblr dot com locked me out of this account on the desktop for literally no reason, and i don't want to go the rest of my life as mobile only so this blog is going to be deleted and I'm going to be moving. But I'll let you all know my new url beforehand so you can still follow if you want. I won't be deleting for like a week probs. But also unfollow if you dgaf. Ok that's all love u bye. 🙃🙃🙃
actual footage of me watching lemonade
[Pray to Catch Me]: “Oh yeah!”
[Hold Up]: [excitedly] “Oh!”
[Don’t Hurt Yourself]: “Try not to hurt yourself!”
[Sorry] “Middle fingers up!”
Older man: “I like the rhythm. I like the arrangement! I love it! I don’t understand the Becky with the good hair though. Beyonce, baby! Go pound it! Tell him! Tell him! Get rid of that Jay Z rat!”
[Daddy Lessons]: [trumpet playing]
[Love Drought]: [dancing along]
Older man: [breathes in] “Whoa! That’s emotional!”
[Formation]: “Oh!”
Older man: “This is close to being contemporary genius as you can get musically.”
Alexa Demie in PHLEMUNS by Ileana Aleyda
Imani, 22, Philadelphia Shekeepsonpassingmeby.tumblr.com
good morning cruel world
Don’t you mean goodbye?
no i meant good morning. this world may be cruel but i’m still kickin’
White people by Smosh
The Father was bearded, as ever. The Mother smiled, loving and protective. The Warrior had his sword sketched in beneath his face, the Smith his hammer. The Maid was beautiful, the Crone wizened and wise. And the seventh face… the Stranger was neither male nor female, yet both, ever the outcast, the wanderer from far places, less and more than human, unknown and unknowable.
The Seven Who Are One (requested by @farewell-my-star)
two door cinema club