whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision
Painting by Odd Nerdrum
Kitten's Game, Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, 1860s or 1870s
My boyfriend just woke up, mostly still asleep and told me “don’t worry, it’s getting better” in a heavy, American accent, which is unusual for an Australian man.
“Why are you American?” I asked, to which I got:
“Sorry, it’s getting better” in a stereotypical posh English accent.
“Why are you English?” I asked, amused.
“What is he normally?” He managed to ask.
“He? You’re not anyone else, you’re you.”
“Ugh, me” was the last thing he said, in a right proper Aussie accent before he fell back into proper sleep.
Forget me nots are not my favourite flowers, but I see them everyday so they are kind of special to me.. Tried to paint some the other day while trying to not have a panic attack in the garden 🌿
The Punishment of the Gossip Girl (1910)
— by Salvador Diaz Ignacio Ruiz
hey, don’t cry. one half flour one half yogurt knead into dough and fry for easy flatbread and dip in balsamic vinegar, okay?
she/her, survived 2014 Tumblr and came back with an assumed name
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