absolute euphoria

Eleanor, 22, Deeeetroit. all space is fore-given to Causeless Bliss

[melaninboy]

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[eearth-deactivated20180601]

THIS IS THE LAST STRAW

[princesscarriefisherarchive-dea]

just a fun fact! compulsory heterosexuality fucks most girls up so badly that it is nearly impossible for us to tell if our attraction to men is genuine or societal forced and most of us spend years and years (quite possibly our whole lives) questioning ourselves because of it so honestly stfu with this whole “if you EVER feel attraction to men you CANT be a lesbian” bullshit if you decide you only want to be with women and want to prioritize women you’re a lesbian end of story!!! bye!!!

[absoluteeuphoriaa]

Truuuuuu

[wordsnquotes]

Let us toast to animal pleasures, to escapism, to rain on the roof and instant coffee, to unemployment insurance and library cards, to absinthe and good-hearted landlords, to music and warm bodies and contraceptives… and to the ‘good life,’ whatever it is and wherever it happens to be.

Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman (via wordsnquotes)

[ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket-d]

we’re human we aren’t perfect & acting like we are only does harm to people & ourselves especially

thank u    (via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

[ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket-d]

iwalked into the desert u said you would be there u said baby i missed u to a ghost half dissapeared smoked thru talk for hours sun folds and burning red when I bent to kiss you the devil shook his head and said hey pretty baby i been dreaming i feel u + i need you we ran and burned like cigarettes dripping by a ghost the whole world smelled like gasoline left in bitter smoke. in two convoluted circles our desert fell apart flew like slamming windows recanted our blue hearts dark now so dark dark now so dark dark now so dark dark now so dark dark now so dark a gold pen malediction and my soul to trade instead theres nothing left to love for when you’re already dead ripped off my face laid in my grave burned off my prints ive been erased and everything still looks like evil

looks like evil     (via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

Killin me

[ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket-d]

walked into the desert said you would be there

(via ourtwobodiesintoonepinkcasket)

fuck

[phoebe-bird]

Maud Lewis and her house.

[katphilbin]

“I Was Raised by the Forest”

Prints

[rifles]

[greatwhiteheat]

John Baldessari — There Isn’t Time (Goya Series), 1997

[consciousness]

Experience life in all possible ways — good-bad, bitter-sweet, dark-light, summer-winter. Experience all the dualities. Don’t be afraid of experience, because the more experience you have, the more mature you become.

Osho (via zen-quotes)

[aspiritualwarrior]

I love, because my love is not dependent on the object of love. My love is dependent on my state of being. So whether the other person changes, becomes different, friend turns into a foe, does not matter, because my love was never dependent on the other person. My love is my state of being. I simply love.

Osho (via aspiritualwarrior)

[movemequotes]

In real love there is no relationship, because there are not two persons to be related to. In real love there is only love, a flowering, a fragrance, a melting, a merging. Only in egoistic love are there two persons, the lover and the loved. And whenever there is the lover and the loved, love disappears. Whenever there is love, the lover and the beloved both disappear into love.

Osho, Love, Freedom, Aloneness: The Koan of Relationships (via movemequotes)

[movemequotes]

When you say to a woman or a man, ‘I love you,’ you are simply saying, ‘I cannot be deceived by your body, I have seen you. Your body may become old but I have seen you, the bodiless you. I have seen your innermost core, the core that is divine.’ Liking is superficial. Love penetrates and goes to the very core of the person, touches the very soul of the person.

Osho, Love, Freedom, Alonenss: The Koan of Relationships (via movemequotes)

[somethoughtseeds]

[gomcgill]

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.

Osho (via mysimplereminders)

[historicaltimes]

There are only 2 known pictures of blues pioneer Robert Johnson. One of them was taken in a photobooth early 1930s.

via reddit

[popcultcure]

Robert Johnson blues by Patryk Hardziej