(Source: myocularproof)
Carrie Mae Weems, “Untitled (Phone),” 1990, black-and-white photograph, silver print.
*thinks in tongues*
If my future s/o doesn’t stare at me like I’m their whole world while I stand like a crackhead in the candle section of target smelling every single candle before buying one then whats the point
time: *makes me bolder*
children: *get older*
me: *gets older too*
Cocteau twins makes music for like. girls who had to get their hearing tested in kindergarten because they were always zoning out and everyone thought they were kind of strange. its like for girls who always got told “I’ll play with you tomorrow” but then when you asked the person they would always say “I never said that” like it’s political music


