Living And Loving Life🌈

wHAT

Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.

did you do the thing with lying unconscious for 8 hours

……… fuck.

So basically you’re saying if all else fails try turning it off and on again?

we are a generation of sleepy lovers, of big-hearted rebels, of tired fighters. we are a generation worn out, but unwilling to back down.

*eats incense like pocky sticks*

before you say anything, think to yourself “is this something that would get me diagnosed with hysteria and institutionalized in the 19th century?” and if the answer is yes, carry on

my final thought before making most decisions: fuck it

The only people who get upset when you set boundaries are the ones who benefited from you having none.

That’s why they perceive it as a personal attack— because your boundary encroaches on space they’re used to owning: eg, yours.

This is a damn MOOD FOR LIFE, I tell you what.

My last three brain cells when I’m supposed to be studying for finals

Wow these photos are stunning

Some of these outfits are the raddest things I’ve ever seen.

Can we talk about the tights.

The existence of photos like these (and similar photos from the 70s and 80s and so on) makes me wonder yet again why current-day movies set in this time never seem to be able to get the hair and clothing right.

I don’t care what anyone says, being intelligent is so fucking attractive. Like yes, tell me random facts I didn’t know. I’ll think it’s the cutest thing ever.

“I have a bag of lesbian fiction in the basement” is my new go-to pickup line

lady gaga was right. stop telephoning me.