I Love How Humans Love. How Poems Can Be Based Off A Single Glance Thrown To A Stranger. How My Mother

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It’s an old tradition that during a leap year women could propose to men. This was usually depicted as old or ugly women trapping men, but some art focused more on the role reversal and could be quite cute.

I have a soft spot in my heart for the last one because it plays on the idea of “undesirable” people, a tall masculine woman and a shy effeminate man, finding each other but instead of mocking them depicts it as sweet that she could finally ask him because he was too shy and insecure to ask her.

There are kind people in the world

There are people who would care for you

There are people who would love you without expecting you to suffer for it

There are people who would be your friend. Good friends, who don't want you to hurt

There is more to the world than the cruelty you were force-fed

I promise you

“that’s just some dude” well i fuck with dudes. What do you want me to say

i still find it so insane that we've normalized child influencers / family channels that are so clearly an attempt of exploitation towards their own children.

Piper rock-elle is so well known, millions of followers, a lawsuit against her mother; Tiffany, but the content she gives to the internet is still there. and we watch and do NOTHING about it.

it's not even about just one kid, there are so many children who go through this and let's be so real, even if they want to become famous, you are not old enough to provide such content. and as a childs guardian, it is THEUR DUTY to parent, to tell them no.

we live in an insane world.

the emotional range i bring to the dashboard every day

muse

My muse, my light, my art knows your shades as if it were its own

I will immortalize you in my world, through and through.

With my brushstrokes as sharp as your words, with my colors as bright as your hearts core.

If you ruin me, i will let you.

you wear damaged scars on the tip of your fingertips,

My eyes only regard them for how they fabricate you glow,

Your breath a phantom of the winds soft kiss,

As you break my heart, I will beg you to do it slow.

My lovely muse with the deepest water under the shore,

I will drown, deeper and deeper with a smile till all ends,

As the life falls out of my being onto your ocean floor,

My love knew no limits, i loved as soft as cotton tends.

My ever young light, you live forever in my art

I watch gladly, as you tear me apart.

i don't think i want to have a husband if he's like my father

source? i felt it in my heart

 “ Sometimes a thing gets broken, and when you rebuild it, its stonger for it, you know? A lotta things are like that. You put a sword in a steel forge, you gotta beat the hell outta that thing to get it nice and hard and sharp, you know? Breaking things isn’t bad. ”

- Brennan Lee Mulligan