Somebody Tumblr

Tumblr blogs about ( somebody )

someone
@newsomebodyelse.tumblr.com

Somebody Else
@the-last-of-us-are-left-behind.tumblr.com
Hi, I'm Charlotte. I'm dead. Wanna hook-up?️

did somebody say vodka ?
@stelladmr00.tumblr.com
•if a painter or a poet falls in love with you, you can never die •

Somebody for you
@i-thought-i-love-u.tumblr.com

Somebody told me all you had to say
@adinfinim.tumblr.com
Now that I'm wiser, am I better this way?

Somebody Else
@arsih74.tumblr.com

Does Somebody Love Me?
@comeinhandy343.tumblr.com
When I See You imma

Somebody loves you
@bubblesbythebeach.tumblr.com
Lilian, 23, Sydney Look I don’t know what I’m doing

K.
@cheersomebodyelseup.tumblr.com
I am not myself

somebody loves you
@casuallycait.tumblr.com
cait | ‘94 | mississippi to michigansara louise has my heart | socials: @caitlynnham

worthless.
@bxrntobesomebody.tumblr.com
hey im sorry for being so fucked up, sorry for being such a failure, sorry for being a disgrace, sorry for being me.

somebody
@b0rnite.tumblr.com

shhhh.nothing lose
@somebody-else-alone.tumblr.com
blah blah blah》》》

new rules
@somebody-else-16.tumblr.com

Somebody to die for
@seethestarstonight.tumblr.com
Finland x Harry Potter x HURTS x BBC Sherlock x BBC Merlin x and other general fandoms x but really I post whatever

Give up what somebody needs..Universal Currensy
@universalconnect.tumblr.com

somebodyorsomeday tumblr
@somebodyorsomeday.tumblr.com
Gizem^^

somebody else
@ssettle--down.tumblr.com
olivia // 20 // ny what a shame

Shooting star⭐️⭐️
@somebodytolove22.tumblr.com
Vielleicht muss man sich erst ein bisschen verlieren, um wieder zusammen zu finden.

Aimer, Travailler et Souffrir
@somebodyxelse.tumblr.com
“Caí em meu patético período de desligamento. Muitas vezes, diante de seres humanos bons e maus igualmente, meus sentidos simplesmente se desligam, se cansam, eu desisto. Sou educado. Balanço a cabeça. Finjo entender, porque não quero magoar ninguém. Este é o único ponto fraco que tem me levado à maioria das encrencas. Tentando ser bom com os outros, muitas vezes tenho a alma reduzida a uma espécie de pasta espiritual. Deixa pra lá. Meu cérebro se tranca. Eu escuto. Eu respondo. E eles são broncos demais para perceber que não estou mais ali.” — Charles Bukowski.