My heart broke in all the right ways when it stared back at me. There is nothing like living and breathing post-impressionism in the flesh.
In Brooklyn.
(Source: mapsandplanes)
This makes me miss capering and frolicking about with all my loves back home (and in various places around the states). Everything was nineties and some of it hurt.
Naturally, you get to levitate and date Luigi while I have some scrawny lizard man with a block arm. Really though, if we keep up this sappiness I will be forced to change the name of this tumblr to Adventures with my Nihilist.Journal entry, 4 years ago.