I wish I could paint a picture that could match your beauty.
But, alas, I can’t fathom picking up a brush,
and nothing majestic would come out.

I can paint you with words, though, or at least try.

I can describe the outline of your body that would mask the skyline,
Your smile setting like the sun,
Your skin glows like the moon.

Your fingertips are the stars,
and Your fingers create constellations that carry them over into eternity.

And yet,
Words are not enough.

I wish I could create something more concrete,
and I’ve come to realize that there’s nothing more concrete than your beauty.

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what did vincent say when he lost his car in the parking lot 

“where did my van gogh”

the correct pronunciation of “gogh” is “goff”, you uncultured swine

fuck gogh


And here we see a majestic wild mop without a handle frolicking on a beach…

send me personal questions pls


100% honesty

"Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty."
H.P. Lovecraft (via sublimesea)

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this woman found the fountain of youth goddamn


What a gorgeous species.  I love the starlike effect from those lighter reflective scales.



idk why introverts have a reputation of being quiet and shy people who’d rather be alone. have you ever been friends with an introvert who’s decided you’re worth their time? we turn into the clingiest, most needy pieces of shit on the planet because there’s so few people we actually can stand


you could spell pennslyvnaia wrong and usually no one notices