I love the two hairties on her arm. Because, ugh, I’m a sucker for the familiar. The immediate. The stuff that makes it all feel natural, even ordinary.
depression after years of having it isn’t even sadness it’s just being exhausted and being allowed one (1) emotion a week and sometimes your brain is like “die” and you’re like “shut up brad”
Okay but this photo is also compositionally BREATHTAKING like holy crap it looks like a damn Dutch Baroque painting like this is the porn flipping Jan Davidsz de Heem looks at my GOSH.
Lol ok but my 3am thoughts are like why did I say that one dumb thing when I was ten or how many fucking hours did I lose of my early twenties just meticulously shaving my asscrack
You see that giant crash right there from late last week?
That’s the “best stuff first” effect. I hope anyone who currently makes a living off NSFW tumblr starts making plans for alternative avenues, because the writing is on the wall. They intend to smother NSFW blogs with a “we’re giving people what they want!” pillow.
