Love Begins
Cosmic Funnies
Lauren Shippen
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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TMBGareOK. The Official They Might Be Giants tumblr
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Are you truly at peace or are you currently living a quiet war inside yourself that you don’t want anyone to know about?
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed To Flesh: Journals & Notebooks, 1964 – 1980
[text ID: The longing to touch/be touched. I feel gratitude when I touch someone—as well as affection etc. The person has allowed me proof that I have a body—and that there are bodies in the world.]
“sorry im just feeling weird today” little do they know i have been feeling weird since 2006
“When i first saw you i never expected that you would mean the world to me”
— I love you (hatin)
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BECOMING A BETTER PERSON TAKES LOTS OF LITTLE CHANGES! ALL OF THOSE CHANGES COUNT!! YOU ARE BECOMING YOUR BEST YOU, ONE STEP AT A TIME!
I’m gonna fight this “the soul and mind are separated” bs because the accepted idea of the soul in physics is that the soul itself is information (that cannot be created nor destroyed) which is also what the mind is. Your mind and soul aren’t separated baby you’re in quantum superposition xoxo
Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it Hand burnt text on silk velvet 42″ x 24″ 2016
Roman Holiday (1953) dir. William Wyler
Sophocles’ Oedipus at Colonus (tr. Oliver Taplin)
nothing makes me blush quite like a michael leonard painting
just the way these paintings sit in the center of some precarious intersection of mundanity, voyeurism, casual nudity, and unassuming sexuality. each inhabits one of those moments where you steal a glance and then quickly force yourself to look away, except now the moment is lovingly rendered as a lush, warm vignette that invites you to look longer because of its very nature as a painting. the tension, the drama, the mystique. dare i say... exquisite
