Therapy Is Not Enough, I Need To Eat Pasta With The Person I Love On A Sunny Afternoon In An Italian

misokinesia so bad i need blinders like a horse

the plane

The fourth little pig built his house out of wolf skulls. It wasn’t very sturdy, but it sent a message.

The day I learn to not isolate myself for long periods of time to where I have to relearn how to socialise it’s over for you bitches

Планы на вечер….

screw regal, fantastic, gorgeous, ethereal victorian portraits, I WANT THE SILLY GOOFY ONES, THE ONE WITH THEM JUST LIVING, BREATHING, LAUGHING, LOVING. GIMMMEEE

the masculine urge

the feminine urge

the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons

Whatever is learned with satisfaction and enjoyment stays with you forever.

DOOT DOOT???

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot” in their ask box