the essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitudefriedrich nietzsche (via visual-poetry)
A mother passing by her daughter’s bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, “Mom.” With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:
you genius little bitch
am i missing something here?