swanifon
I Dont Even Know Anymore
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swanifon · 5 years ago
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“I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.”
— (via difficult)
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swanifon · 5 years ago
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It is part of the placenta (afterbirth) which is expelled from the body shortly after childbirth. Also there are no nerves in it so the baby or mother can’t feel it being cut.
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swanifon · 6 years ago
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swanifon · 6 years ago
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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*missed phone call from work*
me: ugh if they’re asking me to come in I’m not gonna do it 
*phone call from work*
manager: hey can you come in today
me: yeah, sure I’ll be there in a bit
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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Who’s still up? Lmao it’s 4am h elp
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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me: *literally about to burst into tears for no fuckass reason*
me to me:
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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COMET WHAT ARE YOU DOING
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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straight guys are absurd. i once asked one if they’d kiss a boy for $50,000 and they said no. at that point it’s not even gay it’s just the best option
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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So, when my maternal grandmother died, we had to find loving, permanent homes for all five of her cats because otherwise she would have risen from the grave to kill the entire family. We took in Chloe because Chloe was my grandmother’s favorite, and she made my mom promise to look after her. Now my mother treats Chloe like her third child, and the cat is basically plastered to her 24/7 when she isn’t hiding from some imagined enemy like the dustbuster or my dad’s footsteps.
Anyway, we wound up giving the rest of the cats to this couple that runs a joint called Kitty Korner. They try to find loving homes for all the cats they take in, but will care for the unadoptables (read: assholes) for the rest of their lives. That’s great, because one of the cats we gave to these poor women was Tobey. I have no idea why my grandmother ever adopted Tobey. He was a huge schmuck. The most handsome orange tomcat you ever saw, and he loved to crawl in your lap. But if you ever tried to touch him, he would switch immediately into Kill Mode and you could say goodbye to your hand. Needless to say, having him in your lap was awkward. It was like holding a bomb.
Kitty Korner sends us detailed letters every year to give us updates on how Tobey’s doing. Basically, they are status reports on how much of a douche Tobey is and continues to be. These women are saints. I guess they really like cats, because these letters are like a full page of single-spaced text. But more or less, they amount to:
2003: Tobey has a real colorful personality! But, uh, we don’t think he’s suited for adoption yet
2004: Nope, still not suited for adoption
2005: I think this is pretty much a lost cause
2006: WTF
2007: Tobey is trying to kill us and every other cat in the house
2008: Tobey is still trying to kill us and every other cat in the house
2009: Tobey is a vicious dictator and can only find pleasure in the subjugation of other organisms
BUT!!!! The past few years, Tobey has apparently been making steady improvement. And in our most recent letter, we have been informed that he is no longer doing things like venturing upstairs expressly to beat the living shit out of the other cats at Kitty Korner. He will also let you pet him, and when he’s had enough he’ll give a warning nip instead of removing your limb. In fact, Tobey, at a ripe old age of 14, is ready for a new home! With an experienced cat owner, comes the necessary caveat, and like… no kids. At all. Ever. Or other cats, probably. But at least he’s no longer a psychopath.
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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I wasn’t asked to a single dance in high school and didn’t have a serious romantic relationship until I was 22. And like, yeah that shit hurt when I was younger. I had a lot of fears that I was unlovable and that I didn’t deserve to be happy. And every time I would try to talk to anyone about it, the conversation became, “you’ll find someone”, when it should have been, “you don’t need a relationship or a date, you’re lovable & complete & beautiful on your own”.
So yeah, please normalize young people not dating, and please stop shaming them for it. There’s more to life than romance, despite what the media wants us to think.
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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Turn Your Sound On !!!!
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swanifon · 7 years ago
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KIDS ARE SO RUTHLESS
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