wizardroryweasley:

ticktocksheep:

“Hey, buy me this thing”

“lol ok”

“waIT NO I WAS KIDDING PLEASE DON’T OH MY GOD I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS STOP BEING SO NICE DON’T YOU DARE GET ME THIS THING I ASKED FOR I SWEAR TO GOD”

“Here, I bought you the thing”

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO I CAN’T ACCEPT THIS”

“just take it”

“I CAN’T-if you insist oK THANK YOU VERY MUCH”

(via ibleachednirvana)

vlajean:

art history meme. 1&2/9 paintings

top: olive trees in a mountainous landscape, 1889
bottom: the starry night, 1889
vincent van gogh

After van Gogh voluntarily entered the asylum at Saint-Rémy in the south of France in the spring of 1889, he wrote his brother Theo: “I did a landscape with olive trees and also a new study of a starry sky.” Later, when the pictures had dried, he sent both of them to Theo in Paris, noting: “The olive trees with the white cloud and the mountains behind, as well as the rise of the moon and the night effect, are exaggerations from the point of view of the general arrangement; the outlines are accentuated as in some old woodcuts.” (x)

(via notthedroidyouarelookingfor)

"We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia."

This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)

But this explains the 90s kids

(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)

(Source: kistybelle, via madkao)

"I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. Now I know how people can live without books, without college. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more…"

Sylvia Plath  (via atomos)

(via believemeapollo)

humansofnewyork:

Look at this thing.