I Found Galaxies In Your Eyes

sunshine lips / whiskey breath / glass heart

[crimsom-daisys-blog-blog]

Reasons to marry me: We'd eat pizza and listen to good music together and we'd probably fuck 14 times a week and buy too many pets and build pillow forts.

[crimsom-daisys-blog-blog]

Me when I eat an apple: I'm so fucking healthy.

[crimsom-daisys-blog-blog]

Me when I eat an apple: I'm so fucking healthy.

[studentofetherium]

CGI animators should unionize next. normally, their jobs would be too precarious to strike, since studios would replace them without a second thought, but if it's part of this larger general film strike, they might finally have meaningful power to better their working conditions

[studentofetherium]

if CGI animators unionized, it would kill the MCU. straight up. the the entire business model is built on exploiting CGI animators

[siir-poesia]

[toastbutteregg]

[aaaangel444]

Photo By Ann E. Zelle 1986

[earthtodes]

[inferior]

Théo Gosselin

[glitter-pirate-blog]

rooftops & haircuts.

[ignorethepineapples]

me and the girlies watching the government collapse

[concrete-daisys]

““ but baby you were gasoline and I was fire. I thought I was grand just the way I was, dangerous, warm, bright. But once a bit of your gas touched my flames I sputtered and sparked, exploding high into the sky, roaring through out the night. More of you is poisonous towards me, destructible, but oh god you turned me into something more exotic than I thought I already was.””

— Me to him. (Concrete-daisys)

[concrete-daisys]

“You would think loneliness would be the wallflower sitting in the corner, or the girl walking to class alone. The boy who never left his house on the weekends, watching YouTube video after YouTube video. I thought that was loneliness as well; until It hit me. Loneliness isn’t always being alone. Loneliness is being with a group of people, and you feel like you don’t belong. It’s when everyone’s talking, laughing, gossiping; and your silently standing there. It’s where your headphones are in, head down, and people don’t care enough to include you in the conversation or ask if you want to join. Loneliness is having so much you want to tell someone, and having no one to tell. It’s when you want to cry your heart out to your best friend, but you don’t have one. It’s when your laying in your bed at 3 am, eyes glued to the celling, thoughts running through your head. When the only thing that comforts you is the dim bathroom light in the hallway and the blanket covering your body. When the tears you cry aren’t stained on someone’s shoulder or fixed with a joke or laugh, it’s your pillows soaking up your sadness. The silent sound of the night, and the clock ticking that cover your sobs. That’s loneliness. - C.s.”

— Concrete-daisys ( me)

[avtavr]

Karman Verdi, Untitled, 2020

[flyngdream]

[joli--coeur]

[bled]