me: *sees a white boy* *locks my car doors*
white boy: *knocks on window* what would you be doing if I was in there with you ;)
Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on November 16, 1581
This painting depicts the historical 16th century story of Ivan the Terrible mortally wounding his son in Ivan in a fit of rage. By far the most psychologically intense of Repin’s paintings, the Emperor’s face is fraught with terror, as his son lay quietly dying in his arms, blood dripping down the side of his face.
Ivans expression, yes.
But that tear, that single tear below his son’s eye: that does it for me.
“It went from butterflies fluttering in my stomach to bees stinging in my heart.”
SHOWERS ARE FUCKING INCREDIBLE. OH UR SKIN FEELS STICKY? SHOWER. HAIR A LITTLE GREASY? SHOWER. NEED TO ESCAPE YOUR FAMILY? SHOWER.
There’s too much “I need him, he completes me” and not enough “I complete me yet I want them along for this journey”
Someone call the press because I’m about to make history
I FOUND A SECRET SHARING WEBSITE AND THIS IS THE BEST ONE
look at this fucked up bird
what the fuck
are those its titties
okay yea bird tiddys yea haha but what the fuck is that thing
it kinda looks like balls when they be bouncing