my soul, the universe, and everything inbetween

the first woman who saw cave paintings must've felt craaazyyyyyy. she couldn't even reblog them..

okay first of all unclench your jaw

everything is meaningful everything is beautiful i only wish i didn’t cry so much

I really am just living for the hope of it all

what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

not a caller not a texter but a secret third thing

don’t contact me. ever

no i actually cant fit doing this thing that takes 5 minutes into my schedule sorry :/ i only have the entire day free i just cant

I could really do with a reward or incentive

thank you to weird girls for being online

sometimes when i go for a walk i look at the sky and realize that i really love earth & nature like i just get this really nice feel. i love it

you were born in 2006? what are you? a Honda Civic?

can i fucking help you?

i want freedom i want freedom i want freedom *is granted freedom* noooooo my attachments

it's thousand yard stare summer

It's often the most male-catered to and even misogynistic media that feature some of the deepest and borderline homoerotic relationships between men. But that is to be expected. People think that patriarchy enabling homoaffectionate relationships between men is a bug, but it's actually a feature. True love can only come from a place of respect, and men often don't respect nor esteem women. They don't see women as capable of intellect, or strength, or imagination or even humanity. Those attributes are reserved to men. Which is why men's true love is often reserved for other men while women are just props to them. That's why it's easier for a lot of male writers to create stories about supposedly heterosexual male characters having the most world-shattering (accidentally romantic) bonds with other men, but not with women that they're canonically attracted to. It's because they can't fathom their male protagonist being so deeply affected by a woman's character, since women are to be lusted for and kept as props for their little domestic fantasies but never truly respected or admired as individuals. The ancient greeks were more honest about this stuff because they understood that patriarchy and male/male affection went hand in hand.

let me get what I want please please please

wait. turns out that sometimes even when I get what I want it’s not enough

Miserable people are so mean and others are just weirdly surface level annoying and only care about partying but say they don’t or they only care about astrology . Is anyone normal