Literally The Only Thing That Matters In Life Is Creating What You Love And Genuinely Loving Other People.

Honestly, the reason monsterfucker discourse is useless is that nobody can agree upon a working definition of “monster”. It could mean anything from “attracted to dudes with pointy teeth” to “wants to somehow get railed by the concept of universal entropy”. All labeling someone a monsterfucker really tells us is that they’re probably a bottom.

Tired of people talking about sex like Whatevvverrr get your head shrunken and attach it to a keychain

date a boy who’s a wolf. not figuratively a wolf literally date a fucking wolf. wolves are strong and cute and have powerful jaws for crushing the bones of men who harass you on the street. wolves are better than men in every respect. have you ever seen a man kill an elk with his teeth, howl at the moon, run at speeds of 35 mph. wolves CANNOT call you slurs

Reblog this if you’re pro-receiving a brown paper package containing one (1) handwritten love letter, a small jar of strawberry jam from the farmers market, and a smattering of pressed flowers.

Keith Haring, Journals

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— ophelia in paintings: moodboard

This facelift begins with pastel blush for the walls. An old chest, painted with romantic flowers and ribbons, teams with a flowered sink and mirror for unabashed romance. The dressing table? It’s a junk store find clad in a lacy new “dress”.

The New Decorating Book, 1997