do u ever wish you could be like. a greco-roman lady in a 19th century painting. just lounging all day, looking bored. probably got ur tiddies out. thats the life
every neoclassical/early romantic piece of art is the dream honestly like
hang out in this rose garden with your girlfriend while she dumps flower petals on you. nice
alternatively hang out with your whole squad of nymph gfs in some water. just you and your gal pals, and this guy i guess. letting your tiddies hang out and all that
take a nap on these pillows surrounded by beautiful ancient frescoes, what’s not to love
tiddies out, nap game on, divine boyfriend, not a care in the world. these ladies have it so good
Dressed in gorgeous flowing clothes, hair game on point, sitting on warm marble by the seaside, responding ambiguously to yet another handsome suitor’s advances
h*ck yes
I love this era so much.
Napping on outdoor furniture that somehow never gets musty, and it’s warm enough to wear a gauzy nightie.
What People Think Being Bisexual is Like vs. What It’s Really Like.
This is 100% true.
Also, one time me and my ex were in a pub, just chilling and discussing LGBT-relevant current events, and some creeper came up and propositioned us for a threesome. No introducing himself, no chit-chat. He literally climbed over the edge of our booth and asked for a threeway.
Being Scotland, other people were appropriately appalled, and the bartender felt so bad he made the creeper pay for our tab.
your brain doesn’t hate you. your brain wants you to live and thrive and is trying its best with a crappy set of tools. when your brain says “you suck and should kill yourself” instead of replying “fuck off, i hate you” you can say “thanks for telling me that we’re hurt/struggling right now, but that’s not a helpful way to think about the situation. i have a lot of positive qualities, and i deserve to live. it sounds like we’re feeling really scared/ashamed/sad right now, and that’s a natural way to react when things are difficult, but i’m choosing a more constructive way of dealing with my feelings”. try it
u know when u seach a word or phrase in your blog and u KNOW u have made multiple posts w that word or phrase but tumblr hits u w that error message that’s like “oops! don’t see that one lol” like fuck OFF tumblr u are literally the dumbest bitch i’ve ever met