not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one’s shoulders. we’re made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.
there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.
Can we all just collectively agree that paparazzi are unnecessary. I don’t know about you but I personally don’t care to see pictures of Ariana Grande getting groceries
THIS IS A GIFT, IT COMES WITH A PRICE. WHO IS THE LAMB AND WHO IS THE KNIFE? MIDAS IS KING AND HE HOLDS ME SO TIGHT, AND TURNS ME TO GOLD IN THE SUNLIGHT
POV : You are the cat that random sneaks into Florence house from time to time but you over hear her arguing in the kitchen about whether to have child, the world ending, and the scale of her ambition and you’re like maybe this is a bad time to visit…
Okay you know what you don’t get to find facial scars on fictional characters sexy until you treat real people with facial deformities with kindness and respect. You can’t drool all over a dude with a “tasteful” scar over one eye until you stop staring at/refusing to look at people with half a jaw, an asymmetrical nose, a missing eye, etc. and stop fucking tagging disabled bodies as “body horror” bitch I’m gonna kill you
