worst part of adulthood so far is definitely the fact that people have the ability to contact me and i have to respond in a timely manner

beverages: for v magazine mar. 2018
“We sat in the rose garden at sundown, a lovely incandescent time,”— Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals,”
(via violentwavesofemotion)

Gabriela Mistral, from The Collected Poems & Prose; “Quietness,” wr. c. 1931

The Phyllomedusa Bicolor (Giant Monkey Frog) covers itself in a skin secretion to avoid drying out in the sun.
(source)
remember when u were like 11 and the only thing u wanted was a lava lamp

sir that’s my emotional support decaying portrait that portrays all my sins
“It seems that my destiny is to die dreaming.”— Stendhal, The Red and the Black
the fucking slapping noise is incredible
This is unsettling.
1-800-R-U-SLAPPIN
A round of applause

Item: wristwatch containing a bored but hardworking Pixie that points at the time for you




