Longliveth3drum

horses made me transgender

i changed my mind guys whatever's wrong with me really is special and there is no true diagnosis for it. and also im gonna live forever

recently when im tempted to say 'i'm gonna kill myself' i try to correct it into saying "im gonna walk into the river and become a trout" or some other form of that. this is my new thing

All this discourse over who does "painting with light"

Hiroshi Nagai's paintings need sunglasses to look at.

They look like how it feels to walk across a parking lot on a 98° summer day without a speck of shade in sight.

They look like heaven but also like you'd burn your bare feet on the ground.

Even when you can see shade you know it's not enough and the minute you step out you'll be burnt to a crisp like a vampire.

And it's BEAUTIFUL

your heart is a muscle the size of a rat

Barn Owl (Tyto alba), fledgling chick hauling ass across a lawn, as it was learning to fly, family Tytonidae, order Strigiformes, Netherlands

photograph by Hannie Heere

i don't know who needs to hear this, but i have 21054 completely unsorted photos on my phone and there's nothing you can do about it

the weight of all the things you (haven't) done.

“Strangers” - The Kinks // Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead - Tom Stoppard