i have reblogged this like 10 times and am tempted to print off some copies and stick them on my wall/in my sketchpad/on my art teacher’s face
(Source: pixytrixx, via diirtypiillows)
Theres a brief moment when you first wake up, where you have no memories. A blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness.
The beauty of things is that they must end.
I am looking for someone to share
in an adventure that I am arranging,
and it is very difficult to find anyone.