It’s literally dark by 4pm. Do you think that’s good for me? Do you think I am loving that

feeds angels communion bread like i’m an old person on a park bench throwing crumbs to birds

sorry kate beaton, sorry god

just need a little alone time

Jeanette Winterson

from “Imagination and Reality”, Art Objects: Essays on Ecstacy and Effrontery

Sisyphus on his hill

Butterfly migration in Mexico | source                          

he comin’

He go “pppppppap pap pap pap pap pap pap pap”

WINTER GHOSTS by Sean Fitzgerald.

fuck it *discovers my inner worth*

worth a shot

mood

wow me

this is honestly surreal