The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

by the time Edvard Munch painted The Scream, his mother (as well as one of his sisters) had died from tuberculosis. his father passed from a heart condition and his other sister was admitted into an insane asylum. while some people think this painting is a self portrait, it is lead to be believed that it is a combination of both Munch and his sick sister whose asylum was located near the environment of the painting.

I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… Not love at first sight exactly, but - familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you.

In a relationship or not, Love is art. Embrace it. Enjoy it and learn from it.

If your girl is about to cum...

when your mental health reaches that point and you’re just like