When everyone's inside,after dawn,the fairies meet at the center of the village, to visit the children's dreams and play
'Cats of the Louvre' by Matsumoto Taiyo
i hate realism hes too hard to draw
born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity
i love saying “i’m being normal about it” bc i’m actually a filthy fucking liar and i’ve never been normal about anything a single day in my life
“Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.”
— John Mayer
so trans people should just be allowed to murder whoever they want?
your brain could revolve inside a peanut shell for a thousand years without touching the sides
The Academy of Athens by classicist_org.