The guy in the back looks confused too
homie absorbed all his brother swag in the womb
THEY LOOK THE SAME THEIR FACES ARE THE SAME BUT?????
“Twins of the different race are produced if the parents are of mixed race, and when their sperms and eggs are fused and fertilized gives a mixture of genetic codes for black and white skin. Their skin color is determined up to seven different genes working together. The chance of a mixed race couple of having twins of different colors are a million to one. If the twins are inherited from mixed race parents, one can be white, fair-haired and light skin and the other can be black and have dark hair.”
Thank you science side of tumblr
also do u realise how rare this is omg
In 10 or 11 years when she gets the joke, she’s gonna love this photo.
How long do you think it takes a child to learn how to read
Not taking any of Crayola’s shit today.
I think this is my first post to break 100. Clearly many of us have issues.
Take note: Different forms of intimacy.
I would feel so bad washing this off, holy shit
You could take a bath afterward with the artist and they can wash it off for you so you don’t feel responsible for their work. But also, it could teach the same kind of patience and concept that nothing lasts forever, similarly to the Tibetan Buddhist sand mandala tradition. And it could be just another step in your process of intimacy. Just a thought.
I want to paint on someone holy shit.
I totally can’t paint to save my life but am 100% with being painted/drawn on. This is amazing.
Holy crap wow that gives me a whole new idea entirely…. I mean… I always thought bathing and showering together were one of the greatest ways to be intimate without sex, but holy shit… Painting on each other then bathing together to wash it off?
Just…. Unf. Perfect.
Babe lets do this when I come visit
Ooo I wonder if my BF would let me paint on him….
I don’t care if you draw a stick figure or just a smiley face, just paint on me.
tell me a secret
one time in high school i was sick with strep throat but the school refused to let me leave until after lunch and i was miserable all morning. so as revenge i coughed on my hands and rubbed them all up and down the stair well railing because i was angry and miserable.
about a month later literally half the school was sick with strep and bad colds. oops.
Meanwhile in Afghanistan