How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

cats r like Omg what the hell is this foreign object *sniff sniff sniff* ahhh ... makes sense now

Alternate ending: *smack smack smack*

i'm literally an artist who doesnt create anything. no i can't explain it to you

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

op is a vampire who painted works in all of these times

had the worst toast-buttering experience today

FREE PILLOW FIGHTS!

@ Everyone who’s having a bad day. Please watch this video ^^