Portrait I drew of the lovely Maggie Smith.
I am getting this framed and hung over my fireplace goddamn.
i forget in the orange lights
"We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own."
my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via disjunct)
This is the best description of my life I’ve ever seen
on the one hand
a) if i show up high as balls my dance teacher will be angry because it’s an important thing
but on the other hand
b) is there anything more hip hop than showing up high as balls to important things
because they don’t have denny’s in slovenia
"She was the first.
She was a yank in your stomach
and an ache in your bones.
She was a galaxy sleeping next to you,
a swirling mess of stars and dust and light,
and she was home when you lost your way;
her arms strong and steady,
her chest warm and familiar.
She was the first yawn in the morning,
barely awake but beaming,
her lips soft on your shoulder,
and you could never,
you could never have imagined
you would ever love someone
quite like this.
She was the first that made you cautious
but the last to make you worry,
and There. There is where you love her.
There, in the lull of the evening,
when her hands had made their way
idly to your hair
and you felt a tug at your heart
and a hitch in your breath
when she kissed your temple.
She treaded lightly while you stumbled,
she was grace when you were mayhem,
she was the calm of the storm
when you were lost out at sea.
She was the fire you felt in your lungs
and the guilt that rooted itself in your chest
because she was too good, too good, too good
for you, and you knew it all too well.
She was a fleeting moment,
brief, passing, momentary,
but she was also an eternity,
and when someone asks you
what your favorite number is,
you will say Her,
because she is still your favorite infinity."
l.a.o., she was never yours to keep (via jenlaurences)