andrew “we never get enough time with each, right? no matter if someone lives until 60, 15, or 99. so i hope this grief stays with me, because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her. and i told her every day. we all told her every day” garfield
the gender neutral urge to create something that will outlast you even after death even after your name is forgotten so that you’ll live on forever in the art you left behind and emotionally connect to people long after death
not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
i just think
Help im trash for these boys
I blame @lumosinlove
i got bored and made a ‘which dead poet are you?’ quiz! reblog with which poet you got!
https://uquiz.com/R85WRq
I'm not gonna lie I have a soft spot for moonchaser
Art by Serafino Macchiati (1861-1916)
Charlie Dalton has an illegal gambling ring out of his dorm. Why? Who fucking knows.
Harry van der Weyden