i’m like an ipad baby for restoration videos

thinking about giulia farnese rn and how I would like her to *** *** ******* ** ** ***** *** *** ** ** **** *** ***** *** **** ** ** **** ***

“i was written by a man” “i was written by a woman” i was written by sophocles and then translated by anne carson

eden strawbale in wilmington, vermont, usa, built in 2003 and designed by linesync architecture

my problem is that i treat everything in my life like a task I have to accomplish, as if "making friends" can be a note in the to-do list. and I don't want to treat friendship that way, I want it to happen naturally to me, but how THE FUCK does it happen naturally to ppl? the only friend I have i made in high school. I haven't formed long-term friendships with ppl ever since, I just distance myself all the time at some point and the connection is lost

to be honest. I'm very lonely and I'm surrounded by ppl who have friends and make plans with their friends in front of me all the time and they have their inside jokes and stories and shit. go into each other's houses and bars and stuff. and while I have two or three ppl I can call friends two of them don't live in my city and one of them is constantly too busy for me. and I just stopped reaching out to him and I feel like it's impossible for me to make new friends bc I hate being vulnerable and I'm honestly very quick to judge ppl (or to determine whether I like them or not. most of the time I don't like them. I know it's dumb) so I only talk to my bf and to my mom on the phone and I really want to change that but I don't know how. head in hands

to be honest. I'm very lonely and I'm surrounded by ppl who have friends and make plans with their friends in front of me all the time and they have their inside jokes and stories and shit. go into each other's houses and bars and stuff. and while I have two or three ppl I can call friends two of them don't live in my city and one of them is constantly too busy for me. and I just stopped reaching out to him and I feel like it's impossible for me to make new friends bc I hate being vulnerable and I'm honestly very quick to judge ppl (or to determine whether I like them or not. most of the time I don't like them. I know it's dumb) so I only talk to my bf and to my mom on the phone and I really want to change that but I don't know how. head in hands

i love 90s television all these high quality fabrics got me so turned on i almost passed out

Hi! Thank you for reaching out to me about your decision. While I am disappointed that I will not be considered for a position at your company, I am grateful for the opportunity, and I do hope you'll keep my resume on file in case another position becomes available. Attached please find pictures of my penis And scrotum shortly after self-mutilation with a dull pocketknife. Thank you for your time and I look forward to any future correspondence.

Women who are attracted to men do too much for them like wdym you can’t go clubbing, wear what you want, change your hair, grow out your body hair etc. etc. because a MAN told you he didn’t like it. You are wasting your youth for what. Men are so expendable. Leave him.

bought tickets to monkeyman 🙏🏻 God bless

you know what i love about this picture? alex turner and harry styles are from completely different genres of music and yet here they are, sitting on the same couch, making a friendship that transcends the preset boundaries. it’s so beautiful and truly inspiring to those of us who do not wish to stick to the status quo

In the land of gods and monsters I was an angel living in the garden of evil

It’s funny that we have “chick-lit” but no “dude-lit”. Women read more fiction. Literature written by men with male protagonists will still be read more by women than men. So why would we have to appoint a certain genre as “chick-lit”? It’s not female readers who struggle to find books they enjoy (and relate to) to an extent of needing a specific genre to cater to them, even if it’s in name only lol.

i was sick all night and i hardly managed to fall asleep at like 5 am and had the weirdest fucking dream ever. like 5 ppl barged into our tiny one room apartment with sleeping bags and suitcases and just settled on our floor. when we asked them who the fuck they are, the 6th person came up and told us these were the employees of oppositional anti-putin news outlets and they were prosecuted so they hid in random apartments around moscow. i thought they were gonna hide there for a day or two but they stayed for 2 months and I was so mad bc they completely overtook our apartment and pretended like we didn't live there as well. when i complained about it to them, one of them said "well, we pay for the food, what the fuck else do you want?" so i left the house mad and I was walking and suddenly I'm in new york??? and there's this little installation right on the sidewalk that calls itself "the mausoleum". and the employee of the mausoleum tells me my father has been buried here and I'm like "but where's the body" and then some twink in leather belts all around his arms comes up and tells me he ate my father's heart, balls and lungs and I'm like oh okay. so I'm walking further and then I see my father and he looks like some cunty middle eastern investor or some shit. (in real life I haven't seen my father in 10 years). and I'm like hey aren't you dead? he's like no the fuck I'm not hi habibi. and I'm like "but they have your mausoleum two streets below" and then we both go to the mausoleum and I say hey your mausoleum's fake my father is here he's alive. btw dad this twink said he ate your heart, lungs and balls. and then my father says "oh yes he did, I remember that" and the twink laughs maniacally and i stare at my father in horror

ordered another perfume because I'm insane & irresponsible. but look at this and tell me this aquatic herbal beauty isn't worth it

& what can i tell you my brother my killer what can i possibly say i guess that i miss you i guess i forgive you im glad that you stood in my way

let’s say that being hot as a form of empowerment for all women could even be a thing. let’s say it’s possible to look hot for yourself and not for men. where did your idea of hotness come from? why is it important to you to look hot? who decides what’s hot? why must you change something about yourself or cover something about yourself to get hot? what makes you not hot at your most unmanicured state? why? how did you know what to do to get hot? do the people around you view hotness in the same way?