i don't wanna grow up

follow me so my mom will think I'm cool - julie - 23 - probably cold - bi, also bye

[oneheadtoanother]

[beatricecenci]

Vincent van Gogh (Dutch, 1853-1890)

Vaas met veldbloemen

[clitorous]

[catosuggestions]

hmm. i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) (remembers virtue is sufficient for happiness) (remembers i’m not joking) kill myself

[mothcub]

The truth is out there.

[hellish-undeath]

i love my fans 💚

(for context anon (blank account) is trying to figure out how to misgender me)

[hellish-undeath]

she's been trying to guess my gender for 3+ hours so now we're talking about eels 💚

[hellish-undeath]

someone doesn't seem very excited to find out why i'm trans :/

[die-rosastrasse]

Various stars & moon details from my gouache paintings 🌙✨

[dialogic]

nobody got hurt so im allowed to giggle about this extremely looney tunes looking accident on a part of 64 i used to drive down at least once a week

[tunafan9000]

this is near ne

[lakevida]

why didnt you prevent this

[pangur-and-grim]

[pangur-and-grim]

[depsidase]

[scary-terryy]

So I started working again today, and me and my coworker had to squeeze lemons which usually is a really un fun job but TODAY. We had the mostly lovely batch of lemons to work with. So we rated how smoothly they cut and how nice the insides of them looked for about an hour. An absolutely marvelous time I gotta say

[scary-terryy]

And in case anyone was wondering

Here she is. The most lovely lemon I’ve ever laid eyes upon

[scary-terryy]

Just thinking about her. I can’t believe we had to turn her into lemon juice

[who-is-riley]

hi I painted your lemon

[papayajuan2019]

the world is running out of glassblowers and yet you want to become a fucking doctor

[sleepy-bebby]

ultraviolence

[bogleech]

Physically deadliest monster to walk the modern earth

[hollowboobtheory]

i support universal free healthcare for one simple reason: if you are diagnosed with a terminal illness you should quit your job. quitting your job is the correct response to terminal illness. but you can’t do that if your healthcare is tied to your job

[hollowboobtheory]

listen if somebody knows that they will be dead in a years time, and you are forcing them to continue to come into work, that’s fucked up. terminally ill people should be able to quit their jobs and live their last few months to the fullest. i don’t get how that’s a controversial opinion

[disgustinggf]

[willgrahamscock]

[willgrahamscock]

Comments did not disappoint

[acutelesbian]

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

[fat-thin-skinny]

this fucks me up every single time

[acutelesbian]

I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

[conceitedtrash]

This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now