early homo sapiens b like help i cant stop making bowls . help i cant stop domesticating plants and animals. help i cant stop developing language and architecture and religion

sorry i just remembered that the lore is that clifford was a really tiny runtish baby puppy but emily elizabeth loved him so so much that he grew giant and now i’m hysterical about it

cool its may. that’s cool. it SHOULD be february but that’s cool.

in case you’re wondering this post is a year old and i’m miserable

literally love tumblr. logging on to see movie gifs, poetry excerpts, little textposts about soup ingredients and tenderness....i am hanging up my jacket and sitting down. im home

i wish facebook wasn’t real i wish david fincher just made that up for his gay movie with andrew garfield and jesse eisenberg

sometimes i hate being so sensitive because i’m hurt a lot by what people say to me, but i wouldn’t give up my sensitivity for the world because i feel like i see the world in such an intense, beautiful way…like just a picture, a look on someone’s face, a color, a few notes of my favorite song, pretty words, even just a concept…they can evoke such intense feelings in me that i feel like my heart is gonna burst open. anyone get this feeling???