nanopearl:

bandtshirt:

do y’all remember before direct messages tumblr had a dumbass ask limit of 10 per hour and communication was impossible until they introduced dumbass fan mail and we were basically sending telegraphs back in forth trying to communicate those were…dark times

Do y'all remember when they finally gave us direct messages and instead of doing it normally, they gave it to a few people at a time and we had to infect each other with it like a virus

succumbtoyourtendertone:

nobarrierofmodesty:

snowthunder:

I mean really? With the book shelves?

It’s like an alcove of happiness.

You want a whole row of individual seats? Fine, here you go. 

Or how about a whole window 

bed for those snugglers out there.

Curtains.. Guys this one has curtains.Seriously? This is basically a glass cube of bliss.

 You can even get them with corners! Not enough corners? Okay.

Ba-BAM!! Corners for cocooning. 

There’s also the Roman-esque themed seat for the historians out there. 

 If you don’t want to snuggle up in blankets with hot cocoa in this then I don’t even know why you’re on this planet. I mean dat stonework. 

This one’s an entire rectangle. Just imagine all the cuddling that could happen in there. It’s practically a fortress.

This one’s fucking curved okay? it’s just chillin, up of the ground, and curved for your lounging convenience. 

don’t like rectangles or square? Okay. Have a fucking trapezoid seat.

@succumbtoyourtendertone @onlytohisintimates y’all,,,,,,,,

THESE ARE MY FAVORITE THING

mexicanalesbiana:

zenja-soba:

Me, at my gamer funeral, on my gamer deathbead: *Is dead.*

Priest: “My fellow gamers, today we press F, but from here on….”

Crowd: *crying*

Priest ”:..We must press W, and move forward.”

soft-nommy-pred:

Me texting a friend: Join my religion

My friend tired of my bullshit: Fuck off im not joining your damn vore cult

equestrianrepublican:

itshiddeninsight:

equestrianrepublican:

rnoistness:

manafromheaven:

Finally giving in and admitting to yourself that you have a fetish you were avoiding

my favorite part about this is that are no tags, no comments. everyone knows what theyre guilty of

I feel this on a spiritual level.

Me.

mossbian:

my wife in twenty years, picking flowers along a mountain trail: what’s on your mind, babe

me: oh nothing. it’s just that this is…

my wife: just like in skyrim? :)

me, wiping a tear from my eye: just like in skyrim.