you've all forgotten your roots anyway here's bulma waking up surrounded by garbage and then immediately chugging a warm beer she picked up off the floor
I think it's worth noting that she's about 3 months shy of 29 years old in these images
nothing that stimulant medication and a coffee and an energy drink and a bump of coke and a good hard slap in the face and seven years in the harsh wilderness and a hug from a friend and a firm prostate milking and 250mg of MDMA crystals and a top of the line gaming PC and a tall glass of water and a distant memory of summer and piano lessons and four 20mg edibles and a sword that hungers for human blood and a well socialized tuxedo cat and a sushi dinner and a leather jacket and a power nap and a single beautiful rod of depleted uranium and regular estradiol injections and a typewritten sheet of paper bearing the solution to the hard problem of consciousness and nipple clamps and a lobotomy and a gun and another coffee can't fix
reblog ifyou love her and she makes you smile the coelacanth
consider how deranged you sound when you say shit like “that’s what you get when you live in the south lol”
(to the theme of tetris) we're workers ants and we crawl and we eat and we fight and we carry and hold that food. we're, workersants and we crawl and we eat and we fight and we carry and hold that food
I made this for my valentine
Elie Saab Spring 2022 Couture
Tennis Princess Daisy
Honey, it’s a year divisible by four. Time for Americans to be forced to choose between either an incredibly bad old guy or the literal worst old guy and have that decision’s consequences impact the rest of the world dramatically.
there goes the yarn ball!