"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes."
that top right corner is my favorite thing in the Metropolitan and I just got hyped as fuck to see it on my dashboard
the picture at the very bottom is the funniest bc at the time in greece that sculpture was made, smaller, circumcised dicks were desirable, so his dick game was p strong at one point
(Source: straightppltears, via manda)