I always turn the car around.

libelulasworld:

even this will pass. nothing is forever.

soulmvtes:

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn’t happening

dogwoodbite:

consistent-sincerity:

[id: graffiti on the base of a concrete overpass where previous grafiti has been covered over with gray paint multiple times. In black all-caps handwriting, it reads: “What kind of paint are you using to paint over this? Because if it is latex, its probably way too cold for it, you want good adhesion, you need like at least 40°-45°. Maybe wait till it warms up a little, I mean what’s the big rush? Like, I’m in a rush now but our situations are different” /end id]

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zegalba:

Comme des Garçons: Poem Denim Jeans (2001) Designed By: Junya Watanabe

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bakugou-kacchan:

effemimaniac:

hey. don’t cry. I went to Mad At You island and none of your friends were there :)

why were you at mad at me island

sharper-and-bigger:

martianaviator:

ysabelmystic:

I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.

Purgatory

The Garden of Death

Watercolor and gouache by Hugo Simberg, 1896

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ahhkkk-ahl-tyn:

intellectualhedonist:

intellectualhedonist:

lettherebedragons:

This is a very specific vague.

AHEM speaking as a grad student from the University of Wisconsin, NONE OF THE PEOPLE THERE BELIEVE IT EITHER, PLEASE DO NOT BLAME BARRY FUCKING POWELL ON US.

also he isn’t even at the uw anymore, he retired early to write really bad poetry and live in a yurt, and I swear to god I wish I were making this up

I love discovering very specific drama

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