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*male celebrities worrying about getting their career ruined*
all of us:
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what is it about boobs that makes them so fucking excellent
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you better stay hydrated if you know what is good for you
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I am laughing at the guy in the back just yelling for people to come check this shit out. lmao
The Astrologer emptied the whole of the bowl into the bottle N. C. Wyeth American, 1882-1945 Oil on canvas
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Belladonna of Sadness (1973, dir. Eiichi Yamamoto)
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Why I am NOT a romantic
Honestly, I HATE when people ask me why I am not a romantic. For one, why does it matter, and two, what is so wrong about not wanting to further glamorize the idea that “real love” is this jealous codependent bullshit that the media and social upbringing feed us since we young and too innocent to understand that maybe “happily ever after” can mean more than just getting married and having kids. I am not saying I never thought of it when I was a kid, but for whatever reason, I could not picture myself actually getting married or having any kids. I humored others for a while, but anytime that the possibility of actually becoming a mother shoots through my mind, I could not be MORE RELIEVED that the only life I am fucking up is my own. Aside from that, I don’t love myself enough to be able to even be REMOTELY comfortable for someone to just see me as I am when no one is looking.
So... I guess I’m not a romantic because the thought of being intimate with someone, let alone a significant other does not appeal to me in the slightest. I am fine with trying to build a future for me, living alone, and trying to just survive a life that I never wanted in the first place. If I can eventually just get away from everything that I have seen or done, and just die that would be great. I am sure this is starting to seem like another schizophrenic rant from someone that thinks that anything they say has any true meaning because I am a pseudo-intellectual or that I am just seeking validation. It is just me explaining that I am not a romantic because I don't think Love actually exists. To be a romantic, I guess you would have to believe that it is...right?
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Fontana di Trevi, Roma, Italia | Marco Criscuolo
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