“Take me to an art museum. Kiss me between the paintings.”
Musee de l'Orangerie by Claude Monet
Sweet Seals For You, Always

if i look back, i am lost
$LAYYYTER
Sade Olutola
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macklin celebrini has autism
Interview Vampire Daily
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Not today Justin

@theartofmadeline
The Stonewall Inn
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

izzy's playlists!
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Andulka
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@smilyhuman
“Take me to an art museum. Kiss me between the paintings.”
Musee de l'Orangerie by Claude Monet
handing over the planet to the next generation like
Someone: why aren't you driving yet?
Me: Idrk haha :)
Me, internally: driving is a huge responsibility and power and I'm afraid that my anxiety will cause me to panic when I get confused while on the road and possibly hurt someone and that's not a stress I'm mentally prepared to deal with right now or possibly ever
man nyc pride is like no other
tumblr puts a relatively inoffensive post on your dashboard because it’s in a tag you follow, and it’s fine… but then the same post appears over and over and over, until you can’t be arsed seeing it again, and you go to click to close it - and tumbr puts some words like ‘ugh this post sucks’…and it’s like…no tumblr, it’s not the post, it’s you. you suck.
i’m here to be gay and do absolutely NOTHING
“really?” I say to inanimate objects that are not working like they usually do
“Stay.” I glare at inanimate objects that continuously fall over
“Thank you!” I say exhasperatedly to the inanimate objects when they do finally work right/stay put
“Sorry! I say to the table I bumped into
“SHHH” I say to the inanimate object that keeps making noise
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” I huff at the persistent kitchen timer.
“Don’t take that tone with me!” I exclaim at objects that make strange and sudden unknown noises.
“Stop crying, you’re fine,” I snap as I’m looking for the charger cord for the electronic device beeping demandingly at me.
“Oh nice, real mature,” I snarl at devices that suddenly stop working after I berate them for not working properly.
JESUS CHRIST I HAVE NEVER RELATED SO HARD IN MY LIFE
“Don’t you shout at me” to the till whenever I don’t hit the right button and it beeps shrilly at me.
Report: humans seem to believe that inanimate objects possess a spirit of some sort, and will often address them thinking the item will hear and understand. This makes our previous observations about the joy they experience when blowing things up quite disturbing.
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It all began with a hole in the ground..and a hobbit <3
Take my hand and we can go walking
me leaving the theater after seeing wonder woman