i just want to make friends with this moth that flew in but it’s like crazy and banging everywhere and doesn’t even care about me being here it’s just after the fluroescent light :(
These photographs document several of the various types of mould which can be found growing on your average loaf of bread, given enough time and neglect. I am interested in the inherent contradiction of finding aesthetic beauty in something almost universally perceived as disgusting. I was also fascinated by the extraordinary structure and microscopic nature of these life forms, something that those of us not involved in the biological sciences are probably only vaguely aware of.
it really is so fucking hysterical to me when straight guys look at me strangely just because I look out together. Like sorry but if looking good is an indicator of my sexuality, that just makes y’all look bad
i just want a boy to like me
no not that one