There sat I, a faded being, under faded leaves.
The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
Build a wardrobe rather than focusing on trends
i love medieval art it’s like
first there’s a bull just shittin on this guy
gremlin dude shooting arrows into a mermaids ass ok
someone fuckin boneless dancing to this hot violin song what
my favorite one a bunch of amputees beating the shit outta each other with crutches
idk why they call it the dark ages when they’re obviously so fun