Monika. Estonia, XVII.
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,
But being too happy in thine happiness, -
That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees,
In some melodious plot
Of beechen green and shadows numberless,
Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Accent à droite, bitch.
Right after the rain.
Some old pics from Rome.
Yup. Film is originally burned.
"Are you kidding me?"
“No, im adulting you”
Tim Burton Inspired Pokemon Drawing by Vaughn Pinpin (More Images)
this is terrifying and beautiful at the same time
most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later
nine: don’t wander off
ten: don’t wander off
eleven: don’t wander off