U KNOW WHAT I LOVE?
ART!
U KNOW WHAT IM BAD AT?
art
She loved art so much. But little did she know, she was art itself.
Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you’ll continue to be art even when he’s gone.
U KNOW WHAT I LOVE?
ART!
U KNOW WHAT IM BAD AT?
art
story of my life in a text post.
I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art.
She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
She loved art so much. But little did she know, she was art itself.
She loved art so much. But little did she know, she was art itself.
Your stretch marks are rare art that is printed on your body, art that should be appreciated because of its uniqueness.
Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you’ll continue to be art even when he’s gone.
Stop ruining Tumblr with stupid Meaningless Gif’s of your face.
