Sorry I Never Replied. Everyday Is Blending Together And Im Losing Sense Of Time

there’s something holy about yearning. the kind that makes you kneel. that fills your lungs with bees. write about that. write about someone who wants something so badly the forest catches fire just to give it to them.

Just found out I'm related to King Henry the 8th while in recovery from an OD yesterday... gotta say, that made me feel a lot better!

Wait, no... she's lowkey onto something chat

holy shit i love u

Alternatives for "She Smiled"

If you can't seem to find an alternative for this common phrase "she smiled". here's a list of different sentence variations.

She beamed brightly.

Her lips curled into a smile.

She flashed a radiant grin.

A smile lit up her face.

She offered a sheepish grin.

Her smile twinkled mischievously.

She gave a soft, serene smile.

A wry smile played on her lips.

She smirked subtly.

Her smile spread slowly across her face.

She smiled wistfully.

A gentle smile graced her features.

She smiled with her eyes.

Her smile was tinged with sadness.

She bestowed a gracious smile.

Her smile glimmered in the dim light.

She smiled coyly.

A giddy smile bubbled up.

She smiled, lips parting lightly.

Her smile was infectious.

She gave a knowing smile.

A tentative smile flickered across her face.

She smiled, eyes sparkling with delight.

Her smile warmed the room.

She smiled ruefully.

A conspiratorial smile crossed her face.

She smiled, a trace of irony evident.

Her smile was wide and welcoming.

She flashed a quick, evasive smile.

She smiled as if recalling a sweet memory.

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Last night I had a dream about the grinch and his heart was swelling to three times its size because of the excessive love he felt for the whos or whatever the fuck unpruned his heart but instead of overflowing with love it was just stress cardiomyopathy from the excessive noise and he went into cardiac arrest and this seemed important enough to inform tumblr

One of my favorite genres of post

reblogging because "nice cock, kill yourself" will now be my sign off for the rest of forever

My one friend group can't stop saying, "See you in hell!" in a cheerful voice instead of, "Talk to you later!" and my other friend group can't stop calling things "penis" instead of "cool" or "good", so I just unironically uttered the phrase, "Sounds penis, see you in hell," as I got off the phone.

For those who have been asking about my writing schedule... it's about as erratic as my posting schedule, and susceptible to only occasional strokes of coherent thought that are either psychotic or genius. I could post like ten things in one hour one day and then be more dry than my ex's personality for the next week. Do not ask this of me 😭😭😭