don’t trust anyone who hates Martha Jones
Forever reblog
*le sigh*
“He’s jealous of the moon, because you look at it. He’s jealous of the sun, because it warms you. I feel you, even when I’m not feeling you. I talk to you when I’m not talking to you. I love you, even when I’m not loving you.”
Basquiat (1996) dir. Julian Schnabel
ladybae: you’re a pain in my ass
me: lol, i knowww
me: but doesn’t it distract you from the pain of existence?
a theory on loneliness
I heard holding a cup simulates body warmth and can replace the feeling of being hugged and prevent depression (whether it’s true is a completely other topic)