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it is comforting to me to think that somewhere there might be some of my hair weaved into a bird's nest

Still Life with Melon, 1872, Claude Monet

saying "i adore your mind and way of thinking" is like touching the texture of another one's naked being. it's way more deeper and intimitate than physical touchs. you travel into the mind of another soul, and cannot get out, you are stuck adoring all the rooms full of art. the skin is nothing but a wall you penetrate to surf on a soul level into the being of another soul until you are intertwined.

i love this neat little ability that comes with the internet that you can choose a name for yourself, you can come up with any old nickname for yourself and it may or may not be a real name, you can be sam, milk-chan, 3000 watt ass thresher, anything you want and people will really accept it as your name in a way that doesnt happen as easily in the real world. i think its very cute

Poetry in Motion — the phenomenal Florence Welch

Didn’t notice porn bot followers I thought beautiful women were enchanted by my reblogging

what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become

You show a cat something and they're like sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff ooooh I understand now. Don't care

this ask polly comment..

the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.

dear followers, today i offer you pingu with simone de beauvoir quote

girls get on tumblr and choose one of these to base their whole existence around, and i love that

november tucks my heart into bed with a tender kiss. i'll hide my hopes under a dying tree and miss someone i never was.

3 am is such a powerful time. there are people sleeping. there are people partying. there are people having a movie marathon. there are people crying. there are people loving. there are people dying. there are people living. together at 3 am.

when you’re a kid and you’re feeling weird and detached and you fall asleep in the late afternoon with school clothes still on and you wake up and its dark and dinner is almost done and time feels like a thick jelly 

not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.

“what if i got worse” good point. but what if u got better and lived up to ur full potential and accomplished all ur dreams and lived ur best life and felt content with what the universe was giving u

howl’s moving castle is first and foremost a comedy because sophie breaks into howl’s house and nearly kills the only thing keeping him alive and he’s just like wow can’t believe i scored a girlboss

I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been

list of mundane things that feel like ancient human rituals

cleaning or wipe your bare feet

breaking off a piece of bread and handing it to someone

putting the weight of a basket on your hip or head

eating nuts or berries while hunched over close to the ground

seeing something startling just out of your line of sight and very quickly stepping or leaping on to a larger object to get a better view

cupping your hands into running water to wash your face

the unanimous protection of a baby or child in a public space where women are present

when an elderly woman laughs and grips your forearm tightly

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

Sphinx

Happy Halloween