Concept: In Our Victorian House We’re Gonna Have Ugly Tile In Our Small Kitchen. Our Bedroom Is Going

Everybody shut up I'm sinking into a daydream universe where I'm loved and nothing is wrong

the earth's crispy crust allows we humans to trot our tender little hooves all over it without being scorched by magma

10 YEARS OF DAN AND PHIL

Sometimes I imagine foetus dan meeting phil for the first time and falling in love almost immediately but being really scared about it but it’s okay bc phil is patient and kind and understands him better than he knows himself

Then I imagine foetus phil meeting this boy that he has an overwhelming need to love and protect and for the first time ever someone fully understands Phil and his quirks and he makes him feel so accepted and confident and strong

Then I remember that this actually happened, these boys are real and gay and in love I’m gonna fucking throw myself out of a window now

Lets say, hypothetically, my lover's got humor..... and for the sake of debate... lets say, she's the giggle at a funeral.

imagine just existing with a girl no not existing because i don’t want to just exist i want to live i want to be living i want to have a life and be happy and be with a girl because she is perfect and we can go on daily adventures with each other in a small town and we can go to bagel stores every sunday morning and pick up flowers for our tiny apartment before the train ride back home idk i just want this i want happy this is happy

Best thing you can do for yourself? Stop giving a fuck.

Literally all the things people judge about you and you judge about others doesn’t mean shit. Beauty is nothing but taught torture. We’re taught to hate our noses because there’s something we can buy to “fix” it. We’re taught to hate “fat” because there’s something we can buy to remove it. YOURE BEING TAUGHT TO HATE YOURSELF. YOURE BEING TAUGHT THIS SO YOU BUY MORE SHIT. If you fully understand that vanity means absolutely nothing if it doesn’t make you feel good, you start to realize how useless it is to judge based on looks. And others who judge start to look less important because you understand their mindset is in a completely different place. You owe absolutely no one anything. Why die thinking you didn’t enjoy yourself based on how your looks “held” you back? Humans are more than the rodents we’re convinced we are.

i want to go on an early morning painting date with someone. it’d be a picnic and there would still be dew on the ground getting the blanket wet. we’d have strawberry iced tea and some clementines to snack on. we’d share a clementine by breaking off a piece and giving it to the other. at the end we would have nice paintings of the surroundings. and some badly painted ones too but that’s what makes it fun.

stumbling into the door after their 5th muse concert

heads fuzzy with the overly sweet hard ciders that they had throughout the night

ten years later, it still feels fresh

the same lyrics drunkenly screamed at the show, from the same teen who he brought nearly a decade ago

he has grown. physically. mentally. emotionally. they both have

but his brown eyes shine just as bright when he watches his idol on stage as they did all those years ago

they’re older now, muse isn’t a common topic they talk about now, like they had during skype days

but his heart still grows when he hears the love of his life screams along lyrics from songs he loves

they’ll always have Muse