Not today Justin

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Love Begins
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Wild Roses, Vincent van Gogh
1890
me, dumping a load of freshly washed but unfolded laundry on my bed: boy i’m sure gonna be pissed about this when i want to go to bed
thinking about this here canal village in the netherlands
why aren’t we in the bill and ted timeline? why are we not being excellent to each other and partying on? i want answers
Wait did I update my 4 active followers that I now wear glasses??!?!??? It’s cool cause old lady’s tell me they’re ‘cool’ and everyone else says they’re stupid! And y’all know I dig that old lady style (I wear sparkly sweaters with cats) so that’s a massive win in my book.
Picture featuring the best painting I’ve ever owned cause it was there when I moved in and I’ll keep it forever.
Benito Quinquela Martín. Argentino. Día de Sol en la Boca. 1970
Giovanni Frangi (Italian, b. 1959), Notte tempo [Night Time], 2012. Oil on canvas, 200 x 260 cm.
My entire life has been based on how I feel about this short and after 10 years nothing has changed.
Ugh ok I need to see bright eyes and I’m buying tickets but I’m single and don’t know who to ask to drive across the country to see a band with me.
No stop.... I go into the department store and see this shit. You really trying to sell kids the looks of ‘Tyrone the crackhead’!?!? Nah this won’t fly.
“When I was 21 I read “Anna Karenina.” I thought Anna and Vronsky were soul mates. They were deeply in love and therefore had to be together. I found Karenin cruel and oppressive for keeping his wife from her destiny. Levin and Kitty and the peasants bored me. I read those parts quickly. Last year I turned 49, and I read the book again. This time, I loved Levin and Kitty. I loved the fact that after she declined his proposal he waited for a long time to mend his hurt feelings and then asked her again. I loved that she had grown up in the interim and now felt grateful for a second chance. Anna and Vronsky bored me. I thought Anna was selfish and shrill. My heart went out to poor Karenin, who tried to be decent. What has literature taught me about love? Literature (along with experience) has taught me that love means different things at different points in our lives, and that often as we get older we gravitate toward the quieter, kinder plotlines, and find them to be richer than we had originally understood them to be.”
— Ann Patchett, “A Sentimental Education - Writers on Love” (via zenshipper)
Hey I wear glasses now!!! Well sometimes...
Ok I’m home and yeah I’m drunk (as always) and I’m in a much better place than last time I got on here so thanks to everyone who talked to me about it... you’re all amazing and very very caring which is the best thing you can be.
Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person