SPOTTED: Church & Wellesley Village

Toronto, ON.

smoking a blunt with Sylvia Plath

me: this is some good weed huh Sylvia
Sylvia Plath: [hits blunt] black blood dances around the witch’s hut. i dream of myriad deaths ensconced in poppies. i am the witch. i am the blood. i am sweet death in all its forms.
me: …alright

leaficle:

isn’t it amazing how one day everything will be okay and you can go pick flowers without a thought in mind or roll over to the other side of the bed and the love of your life will be there drooling on the t-shirt you gave them to bed last night because they couldn’t find their pj’s and you’ll pour yourself a nice big cup of coffee, take a deep breathe and just close your eyes and think “wow, i made it”

dancetyd:

floweryem:

ivinsibles:

New Campaign for Equal Marriage in Australia

This is so fucking beautiful

Just fuck me up.

nightlifemingus:

My ideal morning: I wake up, get out of bed, get into another bed that is warmer and softer, and fall asleep

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taidstick:

[me internally while someones talkin to me] wow they Really Think i kno wats goin on rn…

junname:

https://instagram.com/p/BQeWz9bBA4E/

coolpixiekid:

my 4-year-old niece is in that “splattering colors all over the paper” stage of making art. i showed her a piece by Jackson Pollock and told her “this person is really famous, and he made art kind of like you!” but she just looked disinterested and told me “mine has prettier colors.” get wrecked, Jackson Pollock