A gallery of horse art

27 // theyfag // I do not believe that an old man's pessimism is truer than a young man's optimism simply because it comes after

[energyprison]

A mosquito has escaped from the zoo

[rumwik]

Strange haunted photo where Winifred looks like she's a painting

[needs-more-hugs]

I have placed her in a more fitting setting

[bisexual-engineer-girl]

For the first time in my tenure on tumblr, it's "THAT'S A PHOTOGRAPH?" and not "THAT'S AN OIL PAINTING?"

[klaasje]

really good text from my sister in law

[3000s]

[elliespectacular]

wanna hang out [remembers it's rude to put expectations on people] it's cool if not [remembers people like to know they're wanted] but I'd really like it if you did [remembers selfishness is bad] we can do whatever you want though [remembers that handing someone a blank canvas isn't as effective as providing a suggestion to bounce ideas off of] like sucking each others fingers for example

[toobusyoverthinking]

dental health _is_ mental health

[psilocervidae]

Green + yellow + orange is a highly underrated colour combo

[psilocervidae]

Look at her don't you love her

[normystical]

wedding dresses are white specifically so that if the bride goes axe-crazy you can rest assured you will see the blood stains all over her and it'll be sick as fuck

[ewaneneollav]

world’s first truly awesome guy writing a song titled “the perpetual ecstasy of being awesome” that no one relates to

[cogentranting]

Observed today:

Two little girls playing gently with a daddy long legs.

Girl 1: can it die?

Girl 2, in a calm happy even tone: of course. Like all living things it can and must die.

[heated-blanket]

being in your 30s is awesome because everyone loves to get together again but also appreciates going to bed at a reasonable hour so you can have a late afternoon party and then everyone helps clean up and goes home by 9:15 pm

[baredwolf]

Characters who will wrap their body around someone to shield them but can’t handle a hug my beloved

[nohoperadio]

I drop my phone, it lands screen-down on the pavement. I pick it up and slip it into my pocket without inspecting for damage, not as though I "don't want to know" but nonchalantly, like it makes no difference to me. The few passersby who notice are silently astonished, they don't know whether to admire or scorn me, "who is this person," they think, "how is [she] not torn up with anxiety to see if the screen is cracked? Whence this inhuman equanimity?" (They don't think "she" of course.) Years later, in a coincidence they never discover, these passersby happen to meet and form a jazz quartet, and though they never mention it to each other nor even remember it in the ordinary sense of the word, the music they play is always on some level an attempt to grapple with the mystery of that enigmatic stranger who was so indifferent to the fate of [her] phone screen.

[juliesandothings]

advertisement for Casio mini / portable TV’s from the early 1980′s

[innerchildabortionclinic]

let sunday's pregnancy birth a long successful week

[takofukkatsumi]

Reblog this and tell me what was your biggest crying over a piece of fiction. You can be vague if you don't want to spoil.

[toobusyoverthinking]

seeking: shelter dog that models to the other shelter dogs how to behave