It’s 2 am, my first day at college is tomorrow and I refuse to accept adulthood.
so it was my brother’s thirteenth birthday today and he came home from school with this horror-struck expression on his face and came into my room and sort of just stood there
and i asked him “what’s wrong?”
and he said “MY GIRLFRIEND HUGGED ME AND SAID HAPPY BIRTHDAY”
and i was like “well that’s good isn’t it?”
and then he came closer and just whispered, really quietly “no you don’t understand i said happy birthday BACK”
im still laughing oH FUCK
What if I told you
You read the first line wrong
And then you reread first the line
But there wasn’t anything wrong
But there was with the third one
*steps out onto balcony* where are my fans at
u don’t like my blog well dats a
Take note: Different forms of intimacy.
I would feel so bad washing this off, holy shit
You could take a bath afterward with the artist and they can wash it off for you so you don’t feel responsible for their work. But also, it could teach the same kind of patience and concept that nothing lasts forever, similarly to the Tibetan Buddhist sand mandala tradition. And it could be just another step in your process of intimacy. Just a thought.
I want to paint on someone holy shit.
I totally can’t paint to save my life but am 100% with being painted/drawn on. This is amazing.
Holy crap wow that gives me a whole new idea entirely…. I mean… I always thought bathing and showering together were one of the greatest ways to be intimate without sex, but holy shit… Painting on each other then bathing together to wash it off?
Just…. Unf. Perfect.
Babe lets do this when I come visit
do u ever just cum and it ain’t great and ur like “ok that one was super lame”
I take the L and R on my headphones seriously.