and the anomaly is slipping into familiar ways

Ben is growing out his hair and Sherlock blogs I've never seen before are following me. I feel like an old man predicting rain because my wound from the johnlock war is aching

not resilient like a beautiful flower pushing up thru concrete but resilient like an inflatable bounce back clown toy being punched repeatedly in the head by a maniacal 5 year old

you know one thing the romans got right, way back when, and we have consequently lost appreciation for, is lounging. I’m tired of my options in public being to sit or stand like a fucking fool. let me laze. let me fucking sprawl on some cushions arranged neatly upon a slab or series of slabs at a knee-to-waist height alongside my friends instead of confining us each to the solitary languishing and gradual spinal compression of a chair, you ergonomic cowards

I’ve been waiting a year to post this

Baby elephant thought man was drowning and rushed to save him

commission for @cockroach-queer

（♡ ͡◕ ᴗ◕)つ━━ ♥ ・*。

Me listening to a song and hallucinating a whole ass music video with my otp

I literally can think of atleast 100 more moments like this ddksnbsshej

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kayleycastle This is it. My life has peaked. Today I met and awkwardly posed next to Alex Turner. It’s all downhill from here. (september 16th 2019; london)

Christian Dior F/W 1997 Haute Couture

Julia Margaret Cameron, The Rosebud Garden of Girls, 1868

Wake up call. (via charlieandbodie)