I am and always will be the optimist. The hoper of far-flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams. Embracing reality even when it burns. Sophrosyne and nyctophilia are my best friends. And I strongly suffer from tarantism. Welcome
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whenever i wanna cry i think about Van Gogh he was such a nice and lonely dude all he wanted was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh god that’s so sad i can’t breathe
So this guy volunteers at the Olympics. He figures maybe he’ll get to see some amazing athletes doing athletic things. And then the fastest man alive gives him a fist bump.
Look at all that happy.
this is still my favourite thing on the internet
I still love this
Bury me in this.
Get buried in this, get found by archeologists ten thousand years later, get presumed some kind of monarch or holy figure.
*reblogs for later reference*
I’M IN THE MIDST OF WRITING A BOOK WHERE HAS THIS POST BEEN ALL MY LIFE
I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone
I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food and get to know every single curve and contour they have
I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved