Pardon Me But Hell No. Leave Tumblr Be

Western Pennsylvania by Jason Gambone

Is this a little girlfriend of yours Willy?

Caramel they say? Is it true?

I've heard I smell like everything from caramel to peanuts and sugar. Who knows? It changes every time, depending on the person.

😂😂😂😂😂😂 Ok, we are done messing with @squidrifiq and triggering them, hopefully the Squid will choose not to fuck with us again. I eat squids for dinner

What if I told you that “divine feminine energy” is in fact, not the opposite of hetero patriarchy, but is in fact an aspect of it?

🌿 Take me away 🌿

Not deadportrait making art for you and then me doing it too because I got jealous🤣😃🤪😜

Why are you guys so damn amazing?! I don't know man, I need to sit & think about this. 🙆‍♂️ I can tell a lot of time went into this masterpiece. I'm tickled you made this because I kept telling Yasmin that leaves were falling weeks before autumn hit. This is that brought to life.

I love the palette in this. I don't even celebrate Halloween but the ghost bubble is so cute. All the thought bubbles are accurate. Especially the pie. Round of applause, gotta clap this one up. 👏👏👏👏👏 Tyvm! ❤️🧡

Good morning son

Why do you be up so early

do you sleep? 😂😂

Of course I sleep. But I wake up at 7:30 every morning to begin planning for factory production work and to take care of other business. By the time I shower, wash my face, brush my teeth, do my hair and get dressed, it's around 8:30 or 9:00. And then breakfast is usually next. It's in my blood just to wake up at the crack of daylight anyway. My body has adjusted to the time and it's become routine since I was in my 20s. When you wanna be successful you have to learn to be an early bird. It does get the worm, you know. ☝️

Sleeping in just isn't an option unless I'm dying, it's a sick day or a holiday.

2.7.2019 || The Papal Archbasilica of San Giovanni in Laterano, Rome

You've lost your rugged charm

Your wide presence no longer nourishes me

With even a tingle of warmth.

Your cold breaths

Turn everything around

In a labyrinth of fog.

The long silence of your being

Only howls within the dark hollows

Of my bones.

Amid this long frozen painting

Of our lives

My tireless chase

To seek a mirage of pleasance

Goes on.