Thermochromic table by Jay Watson
imagine banging someone on that table
imagine being home alone and seeing imprints on that table
Imagine having a friend sit at that table for a long while, but when they get up there’s no imprints at all.
What if you got up after trying to console a crying friend, and found that you had no imprints… and they were crying because they missed you?
Imagine eating at the table and imprints start forming on the opposite of the table but you look across and no one’s actually sitting there
reblogging because of the captions
Oh, I’m Tyler, I think I be your son
Sorry, I called you the wrong name, see, my brain’s splitting
Dad isn’t your name, see Faggot’s a little more fitting
|—||Tyler, the Creator, Answer (via eeneradnarim)|
That’s probably one of the best things anyone can ever say to you. That you’re worth it, or your existence means something to them. To have someone appreciate the fact that you’re you, that feeling is just indescribable. It’s the kind of feeling i don’t ever want to forget.
i don’t like your clothes take them off