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Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline

Haysey (via hopeless-for-life)

You’re sleeping, I go to say goodbye like I do every morning, you sleepily grab my arm, then my body, you hug me tight and tell me you love me; the heat of your body enters mine, the sweet smell of your hair fills my nose and the pure love you are radiating seems to give me a strength I didn’t know I needed. Today is going to be a good day.

You need a private talk? Just message me(send me an ask)

American cops be like:

speaking of art history

this is Undine by Chauncey Bradley Ives. she’s at the Smithsonian.

and this is her from the back

that is marble, y’all. 

MARBLE.

carved so thin you can SEE THE LIGHT THROUGH IT.

i just.

wow.

fucking art, y’all.

fucking.

art.

literally I am ok with being smothered in affection and soft kisses