We Used To Dye Our Tongues On Purpose Using Kool-aid And I Stood In The Sprinklers With The Grass Already

the two genders are “i no longer wish to be perceived” and “i have to be the most fuckable person at the grocery store”

Too many songs about love, not enough songs about swordfights.

13-year-old Regulus Black, probably

Dunsapie Loch, Holyrood Park, Edinburgh

15.05.25

jesus fucking christ you don't understand nothing will ever compare to the first time i read adam parrish describing himself as lonesome. like no i am not alone nor lonely exactly i'm just fundamentally apart from people i'm still close with because of reasons outside of my control. like genuinely out of my control i'm not just saying that. i am in pure essence Something Else. an entirely separate item. people love me. like me even. i've got friends. i engage with them in a meaningful way. i am just slightly apart and you can barely see the separation but it is there and girl i feel that separation as if i were feeling myself breathing. is this what it means to exist

‘we need to talk about the brat summer to demure fall pipeline’ i know this is all just for fun but how does it feel to have your sense of self just tossing in the wind like a lost plastic bag

can we do a desi tumblr roundup? so we can all find each other? y'all we have to stick together! // reblog this post if you're desi sort of thing

Sure - reblog this post if you’re desi!

“I feel such a creative force in me: I am convinced that there will be a time when, let us say, I will make something good every day, on a regular basis....I am doing my very best to make every effort because I am longing so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things mean painstaking work, disappointment, and perseverance.”

― Vincent Van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

the city where we live doesn't allow public barbecues so my brother fucking welded a grill to a handcart and now hosts "chill and grill sessions" where he sends all his friends his live location so they can hunt him down on their bikes with sausages in their backpacks while he carts it around evading the police like some sort of barbecue vigilante, grilling on the run. i have never been prouder of him

imagine ur a losing dog and ur like “well at least no one’s betting on me” and then Mitski shows up…

if you're not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like