We live in a society where romantic love is idealized: if we search long enough, we will find “the one,” the soulmate who is perfect for us, who will grow and change at the exact same rate we do, who loves us exactly as we are and never expects us to change, who always wants us sexually, never has bad breath or gets grouchy, and is perfectly desirable in every way. We expect our partner to fully meet us on an intellectual, physical, sexual, and spiritual basis; to be our lover, best friend, a companion, confidante, confessor, therapist, and family, all rolled into one. This sets up monumental expectations which all of us invariably fall short of.
Look at the center of this image for 30sec, then watch Van Gogh’s *Starry Night* come to life
Who figures this shit out?
People on acid.
Murray Monster and Ovejita travel to Lincoln Center to join New York Philharmonic Music Director Alan Gilbert to find out just what a conductor really does!
how could u not reblog this
If I didn’t know this was batman, I would have said it looked like a mans slow decent into madness
Yes, you’re right. That’s batman…
This is perfect
yes, batman. you’re so right.
my friend was cold so I told her to stand in a corner
corners are 90 degrees
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