instead of counting sheep at night, count the number of times you can repeat “my life is dope and i do dope shit” before drifting into dreams full of kanye level self-confidence
Geographical and astronomical illustrations from the mid-1800s
by John Philipps Emslie
(several via the Wellcome Collection)
tbh there are literally only like three people in the world who i can hang out with for more than four or five hours without wanting to strangle them
Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.