Bruh. Legs hurt like hell today.
she sat in the water for like an hour, just staring at the water peacefully
you are the smell before rain, you are the rock to my dwayne
you know that one tumblr powerpoint someone made a few months ago about satiation slowly changing the way you perceive humor until at some point you transcend humor altogether and someday we as a society will find only magnified jpeg images of hank hill with the words WEED printed over it hilarious?
i feel like i understand that now. i feel like this is it, this photoset is the surreal, nonsensical apex we are collectively inching towards. it’s vague and incomprehensible and even kind of threatening, but it’s as inevitable as the heat death of the universe and all we can do is submit ourselves to it
The struggle is real.
“Your shadow follows me all day
making sure that I’m okay
and we’re a million miles away”
Karen O and Ezra Koenig x Beth Hoeckel
Turn ons: when Chris Evans’ jaw does the thing