it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

cant stop thinking about this

yes I DO live under a rock and her name is the Moon and she is always smiling but she teaches me nothing

wallace was right when he took himself and his gay little dog to the moon on account of maybe cheese was there

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The Knight of the Flowers, 1894, by Georges Rochegrosse. Detail and photo by Paul Perrin. Edit.

hunk of parmesan: i'm getting so small! 😁 keep going! i wonder if i can get even smaller 😯

microplane, getting more and more delirious with lust as my knuckles get closer to it: he's ruight