This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel, and it starts with the sun. Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens. And from this small drop of sun grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.
DONT TRUST GUYS THAT WEAR LEATHER JACKETS YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE AND YOU WILL DIE
making my way downtown oh my fucking god where am i
I still die laughing everytime I see this scene
Take note: Different forms of intimacy.
I would feel so bad washing this off, holy shit
You could take a bath afterward with the artist and they can wash it off for you so you don’t feel responsible for their work. But also, it could teach the same kind of patience and concept that nothing lasts forever, similarly to the Tibetan Buddhist sand mandala tradition. And it could be just another step in your process of intimacy. Just a thought.
I want to paint on someone holy shit.
Babe: You’re obligated to do this now.
I’ve got such a thing for being drawn/painted on. I really do.
Apparently I can’t tell the difference between stuffed toy and stuffed animal in some of these…
a conversation about tumblr friends
"you’re kind of annoying"
kind of? kind of??? excuse me. excuse you. i am fully annoying. i am very annoying. there’s nothing half-assed half-hearted “kind of” about it