Anonymous said: ur hot what ur name?
never seen awful statues?? I think u are forgetting all of Michelangelo’s attempts at sculpting women, the big queer
Damn, how could I forget?
Dented oranges are my favorite type of breast
Michel-I’ve never seen a naked woman-angelo
Why are you sad?”
“Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings.
spacer5 said: Ur a loser too
I’m a loser! What are you? Are you – loser – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – a cool kid! How boring – like a blank page– To be cool – the life of the party – To an admiring Bog!
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
Mumford & Sons sing The Ghost of Tom Joad (x)
The highway is alive tonight
Where it’s headed everybody knows
I’m sittin’ down here in the campfire light
Waitin’ on the ghost of Tom Joad