once in the fifth grade this kid called me a homo and i thought it meant homeless and i was so confused i said ‘jeremy you’ve been to my house’
Van Gogh details
“I don’t know how to write love letters,” Frida Kahlo wrote in 1946. “But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty… love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain.”
me: *stands up*
me: *gets head rush*
me: *vision goes blurry and white*
me: *hears ringing noise and stumbles*
me: I am literally the healthiest person alive. Stay hydrated.
skinny people can really just wear whatever they want to and people think it looks good. that is so crazy
The most relatable joke of Kid Gorgeous
Ain’t nothing wrong with eating some bread dipped in olive oil, balsamic vinegar and various herbs
me: *sees a small child*
me: i envy your young brain’s plasticity for natural language acquisition
me, watching a battle scene: please not the horses. leave them alone. they did nothing wrong. they are the only innocent ones. they don’t deserve this.