god i love men with clinically terrible posture

i need everything to explode NOW. i need everything to be blown to smithereens NOW. IMMEDIATELY

my closed eyes are sunblessed, melting into the chair, a place so light, so far from splattered and dusted corners. my lungs will fill the space between myself and the window, hand reaching out to catch the wind on a car ride, clean blue skies and passing cars

we got work to d- i don't really wanna do the work today i don't really wanna do the work today i don't really wanna do the work today i don

everything is so crispy today

i bet when antonio kisses someone’s forehead, he does a little hum right as it connects

my jaw is chronically bad

kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him and kissing him

i don't remember the last time someone who hurt me apologized for it

shout out to nox for being very hard to AU because so much of him is dependent on being in his world

the state of antonio fanart... the harvest is lacking (aka hardly anyone draws him anymore)

having a comfort song is a deeply healing experience

I LOVE THE VIOLINIST FROM IDENTITY V

maybe i ENJOY having been born wrong. ever think about THAT one, mr. "batman"

would anyone like to become the owner of some completely normal pickles in a jar that is definitely very very easy to open i sparkle promise

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

i need to wear slightly revealing clothing

i love when people care about stuff

as always, i'm the one who loses. also, i hurt BOTH of my hands,

divine ravioli