“It’s a perfect night for mystery and horror. The air itself is filled with monsters.”
— Mary Shelley
dirt enthusiast
trying on a metaphor

tannertan36
Show & Tell

Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Product Placement
almost home
NASA
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Three Goblin Art
styofa doing anything
One Nice Bug Per Day
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Janaina Medeiros

JVL
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@caitlinvee
“It’s a perfect night for mystery and horror. The air itself is filled with monsters.”
— Mary Shelley
“Listen — are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?”
—
Mary Oliver, Have You Ever Tried To Enter The Long Black Branches
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Mother & son
He needed me to keep him warm and loved and solidly tethered to Earth. He needed his work to keep him sane. I couldn't help with that part. I could only look on and feel troubled that our life was burdened by worry at a time when we should be so happy.
Paula McLain, The Paris Wife
It is also November. The noons are more laconic and the sundowns sterner. November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.—Where is Love to-day?
Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Lavinia Dickinson c. November 1864 (via violentwavesofemotion)
With my tattoos, I get to say, these are choices I make for my body, with full-throated consent. This is how I mark myself. This is how I take my body back.
Roxane Gay, Hunger
Source.
found my mom’s old polish copies of anne of green gables and they’re beautiful
We must complain. There is a lot to complain about. […] If they hadn’t complained some of us wouldn’t be here. If we don’t complain some of us won’t be here.
Sara Ahmed, “Feminist Complaint” (via coocoolah)
A-frame near June Lake, California
Submitted by Matt Wier
Scottish wildcat and kitten
I think the figures of the strange and stranger have something to offer in this work. I mean, think about it: Rape is sensationalized as an act of violence perpetuated in spectacularly violent ways by a strange man against a vulnerable woman. The rapist is always figured as a stranger, though we know that a large percentage of rape and sexualized violence is done by people we know. By an early age I had learned to fear the man following me in his car; but no one taught me that I might have to fear people I knew.
Erin Wunker, Notes from a Feminist Killjoy
i need an anti-hero.
INFJ: What is it going to take for me to finally stop having hope?
11/05/2016
ISTJ: *offering hand in support* If there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that when you get knocked down, you have to get back up again.
INFJ: *singing* I GET KNOCKED DOWN, BUT I GET UP AGAIN! YOU'RE NEVER GONNA KEEP ME DOWN!@!