every time i eat one of these fucking things my soul goes away and i become a mafia boss smoking a fat fucking cigar pondering the next sap on my hit list
Paintings by Canadian artist Emily Pope wherein she focuses on pairing representations of her body with symbolic elements and settings; allowing for personal reflection. Her aim is to bring clarity to vague ethereal feelings and experiences associated with having a female body.
you literally aren’t old in your twenties idk who decided that but it’s bullshit. youre not even an adult until youre 18, what, do you have a 4-5 year window to (legally) do shit you couldn’t even do before and then you’re old and running out of time? you’re supposed to get your the tattoos and be done going to clubs or using tinder by the age of 25? that’s insane. you like just started
