[analife]

Emilio Pucci // Ready to Wear - Fall 2015

[poltervamp]

[aymmichurros]

[enters my own room] damn bitch you live like this?

[bronzyglow]

growing out of certain insecurities and realizing that there’s no competition in my universe has been one of the greatest things i have ever done for myself.

[maybe-you-need-this]

The Sky Is The Limit  By  장동원

[seanklingelhoefer]

Großglockner Hochalpenstraße, Heiligenblut, Austria 2018.

Nikon 35ti | Kodak Ultramax 400

[railroadsoftware]

friendly reminder that the age of technology is coming to an end and a new age of blood magic and dark rituals will take its place

[melancholymango]

I did the being edgy and self-deprecating thing, it gets old. I wanna be soft and lovely and easily impressed. I wanna appreciate all the little things that make me happy the same way I’ve dwelled on every single thing that upsets me.

[pyrrhics]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BilH5vXBkFp/

[astrocyte-deactivated20171202]

[recaption]

[teenagerposts]

When someone just repeated themselves for the third time and you still have no idea what they said

[gaypeopletwitter]

[darling-with-no-probs]

[puncromancer]

might fuck around and become a false prophet

[weedfordays]

[spockgirl]

im in a really bad media diversity class where the professor was trying to make a point to us about stereotypes so he was like “when you think of frankenstein you probably think of a big green monster right?” and then when everyone in class was immediately like “no it’s the scientist” he pretended he didn’t hear us 

[fortunatelyburningenthusiast]

Millennial culture is knowing Frankenstein is the scientist.

[bairnsidhe]

Woke Millennial Culture is, however, ALSO knowing Frankenstein was the monster.

[looksmokin]

oh SHIT

[unpretty]

i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.