One time my sister painted this gorgeous picture of a very majestic and amazing city and it looked like something out of a Utopian fantasy world and it was beautifully beautifully done but I noticed that the walls were crumbling a bit in places and the city looked like it was being worn down some and I asked her why and she said that the city was her child-like sense of wonder and imagination and it was worn down and dying because she was getting older and to this day its one of the saddest things I’ve ever seen and I think about it a lot.
"I am an artist" i say as i continue to draw the same character in the same pose facing the same direction
I’m a writer, but I continue to write about the same two characters putting the same dicks into the same buttholes
"No man ever puts his dick in the same butthole twice, for it’s not the same butthole and he’s not the same man." - Heraclitus Of Ephesus
Omg dying of laughter.
humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars :~)