Head Empty Just This Fresco:

rncpoems / Johnson 4/20 @2009 by NEA, Inc. / pencap / iloveskies / Hafiz / Unknown /  Sunlit. Oil on linen , Gunter H. Korus / silentthevoice, louisamayanniecat / Unknown / Atticus

Imagine sucking so much as a fellow politician that the guy known for having No Backbone™ snaps and develops one but specifically for roasting you on live television

“X celebrity is the most beautiful woman in the world etc etc.” Uh no it’s my mom and also a random girl i saw while i was at work once

“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? / And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”

— Ilya Kaminsky, from “A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on Its Way to the Neck,” Deaf Republic

i will love you after you’re gone

here with me by d4vd // lazarus rises (among other things) by @icaruspendragon​ // the adventure zone episode 69: story and song // in case you don’t live forever by ben platt // inkpot gods by the amazing devil // heart to heart by mac demarco 

Do you know what I hate? What I'm really, really angry at?

We're not allowed to express love.

And it pisses me off.

Yes! That boy in my class looks stunning in that green sweater! I gaze in awe at the way my friend looks like an urban goddess at midnight drenched in street lights, surrounded by dancing teenagers at a party in the theatre parking lot! Another one looks like dawn and summer fields fell in love with her! I adore the way my classmate dresses like a punk fairy, with dirty blonde braids reaching to her hips and grazing her red leather jacket! The boy who lends me his eraser has the most fantastic sense of humour, the way he looks down for a second before he grins!

I love herb gardens! And perfume oils! Old books and fantasy novels! Dope-ass boots paired with a nice coat and conservative scarf clashing with my pink hair! I love poems! And jasmine tea!

I love how the old Vietnamese lady runs the best soup bar in town. How excited my seat neighbour gets over fancy notebooks. I love it when a fellow teenage girl hesitantly smiles back at me across the street.

Why is she hesitant? Because there's that ever-lasting question. Is this the socially designated response? Am I supposed to react differently? Am I supposed to react at all? Wouldn't it be "cooler" to ignore me?

Is it weird when I tell a boy I hardly know that he looks epic in that sweater? Is it over the top when I tell that girl in my French class how cute her boots are every time she wears them? Is waving at people I barely know but I get a happy vibe from bad?

Is it wasteful and expensive that I love perfume and essential oils? Is me wearing my mother's expensive coat with leather boots and purple hair childish? Is my idealism and wide-eyed hope to be laughed at?

We're not allowed to express love.

I had so much of it.

Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation

When summer evenings feel like this gif it’s beautiful and it’s worth it