#ok going to bed now good night!

[playlistbaby]

sorry for being cringe I GUESS but a song is something that can be so gender. you agree.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

with these hands i can draw whatever i want

[chalamet-chalamet]

💥 Timothée Chalamet for SNL (11/11/23) 💥

[mrboypussy]

oh to have a femme on my lap telling me ALL ABOUT their turn ons/fantasies and playing with my hair while i bite and suck hickeys onto their chest and grope their hips and ass and get hard against them and look up at them with my big brown eyes

[emily-mooon]

Summertime pookies :3

[deoidesign]

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[amygdalae]

more screenshots of my dark urge character, Morgan :^)

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot

[i-am-totally-not-a-lizard]

Wow

[infizero]

art where the three of them are together makes me happy :)

[solradguy]

1am stoned Jack-O' posting is just one of the hazards of following the Sol Badguy kinnie blog

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat htey fuckin jumpscared me while im trying to do my assignment

[youremyonlyhope]

It's 4am, which means it's a perfect time to listen to Ma Belle Evangeline and cry.

[floral-hex]

Okay okay, I usually hate posting selfies, but then again, I also love a little mild attention. So, to strike a balance, here are 4 recent ones, but I’m posting them at 2am so I don’t have to worry about bothering too many people. Yeah? Ok thanks I love you

[ittybittybumblebee]

NEW GUY REF! (And also Goopy) Messin around with a story idea bc I'm being told that they'd be good for a comic or smthn and i agree bc i think i would really really like to try to do that... attempt it at least 😁😊

[binarybitex]

the world is so beautiful when you focus on the little things that tie us together.

today I was at target and one of my favorite songs came on. as I quietly sang the chorus, I passed by a child with their parent. i hear in their sweet, unbothered voice the same lyrics that I sung to myself. I couldn't help but smile knowing that this child, at least 15 years younger than me, also loves the 80s hit Uptown Girl. it was only a split moment where we miraculously crossed paths, where our two voices harmonized at opposite ends of an aisle.

at work, I get to curate products to patients' needs. im going through my usual motions and script that I've recited over a couple thousands times: I ask, "last call, is there anything else you'd like to add today while you're here?" and the patient looks at me with an excited, but apprehensive smile. she asks about a new product we carry that she was on the fence about. I sell it to her - not because of a better ATP or weekly sales goal - but because I genuinely love the product too. I could tell she felt the excitement when I talked to her about my positive experience.

I had to take an Uber recently, much to my innate anxiety and social fears baked into my being. I was scared, and I did what they tell you to do like plucking out eyebrow hairs and leaving finger prints on the glass. I made small talk, because ive gotten good at that sort of thing, and he ends up telling me that he actually started Uber driving in the evenings because his therapist recommended it to him. he was kind, genuine, and shared to me something very personal about how he became a recluse after his wife passed away. I listened, and I asked followup questions, because I know what it's like to self isolate and feel unheard.

people I may or may not ever cross paths with again, but I can't help feel grateful to be a part of their lives even if for a moment. to help bring them joy, or to listen, or to simply exist in the same space.