aesthetic collective

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[siir-poesia]

[dontshootmespence]

This is a pro-choice blog.

It’s an I wanted this baby but at my anatomy scan I found out my baby will die after it’s born blog.

It’s an I’m not financially, mentally or emotionally stable enough to bring a child into this world blog.

It’s an I can’t live with the result of my sexual assault blog.

It’s an I miscarried but the fetus will not evacuate on its own blog.

It’s an I will die if I carry this to term blog.

It’s an I don’t want to be fucking pregnant blog.

It’s a pro-choice blog.

If you see this decision as a win, educate yourself. People with uteruses WILL die. And if that’s okay with you, don’t claim you’re pro-life.

Oh, and a big, fat FUCK YOU.

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~ mental health day ~

[die-rosastrasse]

[rhymingwithpurple]

the kitchen is for high drama and the couch is for soft but fraught conversations and emotional closure and the doorway is for comedy

[rainbowkisses31]

Sebastian Stan // L’Officiel USA

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my god, this man...

[happyheidi]

‘Opawlia’ by Susan Herbert (1945 - 2004)

[etherea1ity]

Monet's garden ( via )

[a-poets-darling]

"At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy."

-Federico García Lorca

[afeelgoodblog]

That’s actually so sweet

[idhren]

assigned tea pattern at birth

[aesthetic--collective]

my god-given tea/china pattern is Friendly Village and now I have ~ideas~

[cottagelf]

comfort moodboard

[yourboypeter]

Digital Portrait I painted of Richard Harrow from Boardwalk Empire

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sorry, i had too much real life to deal with for one person. back to your regular scheduled program

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Alice Cullen (human name: Mary Alice Brandon) 

Born in 1901, changed in 1920

Her father was a jeweler and a pearl trader. Alice's mother tended to their home because her father traveled often. Alice was prone to having premonitions of the future since she was a child, though they weren't always correct. Though she rarely spoke of her power, people in town talked a lot during her adolescent years. On two occasions, she tried to warn a friend and a cousin with her unfortunate predictions, but they refused to listen and when the predictions came true, she was blamed for cursing them, earning her the epithets of "witch" and "changeling" from the townsfolk.

Alice had a horrifying vision of her mother being murdered by a stranger and tried to warn her about it. Though she believed her, her father did not. After months of precautions with nothing serious happening, her mother put her guard down, and was eventually killed. While Alice saw it happen and tried to explain that it was murder, her mother's death was declared accidental, and her father silenced her.

Within six months, her father remarried a blonde Yankee from Illinois whose father was a promising customer. Alice's stepmother treated her coldly while making a pet of her sister. Alice suspected that the marriage and her mother's murder were all planned and carried out by her stepmother. Her father raged at her for suggesting ill of his new wife.

Then, Alice had a vision of her father and her mother's killer planning to kill her, revealing the true face of her father. She tried to hide in her closest relatives' house, but they drove her away as they still blamed her for the death of their son. Alice then rushed to the town's marshal, but her father was already one step ahead of her. He told the townsfolk that his daughter had gone mad, and had her trapped in a mental asylum two counties away.

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Twilight x POC

Bella Swan

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“You are tired, tired, you are very tired. You must be rocked to sleep, and tucked in bed, and have your eyelids kissed to make you dream of fairies. Come, dear, come.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “The Lamp and the Bell,” published c. 1921

[druidthingz]

Dear God, how I want this. Not in a romantic way. Just… to be cared for. To experience a brief moment where I can be soft and still feel safe. It is truly exhausting to be constantly on guard.