art, reblogs, art reblogs

*walks around my house in a tank top and underwear like im the only playable woman in a david cage game*

yuri between a living mannequin and a living crash dummy would go kinda hard

classic dynamic of the classy but sheltered gal who has it all, a model whos never left the safety and comfort of her department store, inexplicably drawn to the raw magnetism of a girl from the wrong side of the tracks who was built for danger.......

I'm gonna say it, I do think that even the laziest person imaginable should have a roof over their head, food in their stomach, and access to healthcare

friendship addicts will be like “i just need one more hit of your infectious laughter and zest for life”

This was genuinely what it was like growing up in New Agey circles btw, my mum's friends would come round like "So I went out to the woods this weekend and fasted and meditated and I had a vision of the Sacred Stag and all my guardian angels and I asked them how to find love and they said that I need to focus on my own healing first and stop repeating cycles of the past" and then the very next week it'd be like "So I'm back with James again" girl..... the Sacred Stag could not have been more clear....

I’m putting estrogen in the jet exhaust to crop dust the world with femtrails

they just announced all women should eat 4 meals a day and at least 2 nice snacks. they made it the general consensus

washing dishes is evil because you go "oh fuck there's so many dishes this is gonna take foreverrr" and then you enter the dish abyss and emerge with your abdomen somehow covered in water and your hands all wrinky and then you look at the clock and what felt like half an hour was actually 10 minutes

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

we were lonely kids having fun together. do you remember?