perpetually tired

man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity

“no homo” I whisper as I look at my garden of pea plants. The progeny had expressed a 1:2:1 ratio of genotypes. I am Gregor Mendel. 

i’m the negattitivity

Chile I get my life every time I see this again

just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough. 

where is he traveling

me @ my bf: dont look at me..this is bad lighting 

find myself listening to music i loved years ago and i realize i still am her

was just Remembering how you’d be out with a friend and you’d each order a different cocktail and you’d ask “what’d you get?” and they’d read the description off the menu and you’d be like “ooh that sounds good” and then they’d say “try it!” and then you’d have a lil sip of their drink and they’d have a lil sip of your drink and you’d decide which one was best and you wouldn’t give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection

creampieguy99

so yall were gonna let me play myself like that

world heritage post

HOT Mesopotamian singles in YOUR AREA !

My favourite thing about this post is that someone saw those photos of that cat and went “ah yes, I know exactly which 15th century Baroque painting this reminds me of”

god is there anything on this EARTH more disappointing than putting shuffle on and then accidentally glancing at the next up songs?!!!! the moment i know the next fifteen songs i’m about to hear, i’ve already played all of them in my head in like microsecond flashes, and now i’m BORED and nothing TASTES GOOD