knttygrrl:

Cute undies
Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you.
(via soulsscrawl)

(Source: taaaassh, via theworldburns)

"You shouldn’t pick up cigarette butts, that’s really disgusting!"
"Good for you."
"Why don’t you use a rake for that?"
"I thought you were doing that for the restaurant, not art.”
"Make sure you wash your hands after that."
"That’s so gross."

—Ongoing list of things that people say to me while I’m collecting cigarette butts off the sidewalks for my art project.

tapist:

sigrid klop 
 No frames here ? …
Exciting things about my life
  • Lucas is still my best friend in the whole world and he is on his way over to give me kisses and have dinner with me right now. 
  • Mei and I are also awesome friends/roommates and we are also starting a greenhouse club at school and we are possibly going to get the funding to build our own greenhouse on campus out of recycled materials
  • I applied for a job at a doggy daycare that’s right down the street from my apartment and there were SO many dogs it was a sea of fucking dogs and I am so fucking excited (I really hope I get that job)
  • I am loving my classes 
  • I am eating so healthy and feeling so well 
  • I might be getting promoted at my current job (more money!!)
  • Today has been so good 
  • I am happy and healthy

One sad thing is that I miss my best friend a lot but hopefully she will be able to visit me soon. And then I will add seeing her to this list and multiply my happiness times ten. With patience comes good things. This is something that I will continue to work on for myself. 


"Golden Tears" by Gustave Klimt


It’s GUSTAV you ignorant swine
Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
The Winter of the Air  (via beamuppet)

This happens to me now.

(Source: gallifreyburning, via cinematicsmile)

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