Jobs For Girls Who Can't Focus And Are Tired All The Time And Aren't Rlly That Good Looking And Get Startled

the point of art is not to be great but to make it transparently obvious that there is something wrong with you

ok you would love me even if i was a worm but if i was the killer in a lesbian slasher movie would you find me a strangely sympathetic and even tragic figure be honest

i know it's hard. but i so firmly believe the strongest antidote to loneliness is reaching out first. and continuing to reach out. again and again and again. excise any scrap of shame you hold about being the person who texts first or pitches the plan or asks to get lunch. everyone is tired and busy and struggling. and afraid of feeling unwanted and unimportant. don't let the people you love feel that way. reach out first. don't be a ghost in your own life.

talks with my friends who are going to kink parties and having t4t orgies and doing petplay and then goes to sleep in my childhood bedroom and dreams of the snow, and rain

if you aren't best friends with your lover and a little bit in love with all your friends than what's the fucking point

Irish summers, County Kerry, Ireland 1988 - by Harry Gruyaert (1941), Belgian

he's the worst man alive he's the love of my life he's covered in blood he's weird about god and he's a lot, he's not perfect, but most importantly he's bisexual

queer stories matter i'm gay and i saw a bird today

Cy Twombly (American, 1928-2011), Untitled, 1974. Ink, wax crayon, graphite, tape, printed paper and paper collage on paper, 29¾ x 22½ in.