Three headed birb! Three headed birb!!
what they don't tell you about your 20s is that you'll want to leave but you don't because you're scared of the unknown
brown works so hard and does so much and everyone is so mean to her. coffee chocolate hair leather tea wood eyes broth a warm coat autumn leaves caramelized onions the crust on a loaf of bread. all things good and warm and kind are brown. bitch!
there are many great ways to see life , but there are also great ways to feel it . how about you go pet some moss ?
Victorian Vampire Aesthetic
No photos are mine, all taken from Pinterest
january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn’t happening
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Find me in 6 months when I learn this again, because I'm also a dumb bitch
maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold
I know that joy is momentary just like any other positive emotion , and even then , we must remind ourselves that negative feelings are the same way . for they shall pass .
Sometimes a guitar riff is to sound what a garlic hitting hot oil is to smell. You know what I mean?
i’m like if a man and a woman had a baby and it grew up in a tumultuous society with undiagnosed mental disorders and unrestricted internet access
we should have started rioting when they took cd and dvd player slots out of laptops
rocky horror picture show asks what would happen if frankenstein’s creature knew its purpose from birth. it also asks “what if victor frankenstein did drag and a lot of cocaine” which is a frankly more important question
he's an asshole. he's a sad wet cat. he's stuck in the past and refuses to change. he doesn't know what a pronoun is. he's a self-destructive alcoholic. he's a horrible friend. he doesn't know how many musketeers there are. he's a slut. he can't remember things his friends told him seconds ago but he can recite therapeutic advice and historical anecdotes about his hometown off the top of his head. he decapitated someone with a urinal. he's in love with his best friend. he fears his best friend more than he fears murderous aliens. him and his friends ended the world. I didn't say his name but he popped into your head didn't he?
