sunshine type

celeste 25, ottawa infj, artist, fat butch, full of love

[jakeperalta]

well I've been afraid of changing cause I've built my life around you but time makes you bolder even children get older and I'm getting older too

[shittybundaskenyer]

[unchildhood]

MARY OLIVER

‘August’, published in Poetry magazine (1993);

personal pictures and edit

[gumuhit]

be healthily sensitive. tell them you're hurt when you're hurt. describe what hurt you. no silent treatment and passive aggressiveness. be honest. don't compromise your emotion. don't bottle it up. weigh the issue. understand and maybe, forgive.

[syflove]

[breastofrevelation]

abstract Moroccan rugs 1990s

[satyriconmp3]

[mrfylke2001]

[artandchocolate]

“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera

[alisonzai]

[beautifulminduglythings-moved]

bitches will be like “i love animals” but hate themselves…… you are an animal girl. <3 love yourself. peace on planet earht 

[blue-nebraska]

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other 🤠💘

[ID: a black and white relief print of two cowboys stylized like a vintage comic illustration. the cowboy on the left is lying on his stomach with his hands resting on his chin and looking up at the other cowboy, who is serenading him with an acoustic guitar. behind them in the night sky are stars and a crescent moon. printed text on the bottom reads “cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other.” End ID.]

[profoundgaiety-deactivated20200]

The “STUD” belt buckle is gilding the narcissus.

From Bar Area Reporter, 1984.

[godspeedmp3-deactivated20200914]

jenny slate / two, sleeping at last / an oresteia, euripidies (trans. anne carson) / the chaos of stars, kiersten white

[batcii-archive-deactivated20210]

excuse me if this makes very little sense as i have been drinking and it is almost eleven pm on a wednesday but today i walked into my favourite cafe and the frenchman who makes my coffee, didier, told me about how he had just discovered that the woman who had left as I came in happened to live on the same street as his brother, “isn’t the world remarkable?” he said to me. I laughed, “don’t you wonder about how many people you meet on a daily basis that you have something in common with without realising?”

Tonight I had beers with a couple of guys, they were old friends. “How long have you known each other?” I asked. They laughed, “guess!” Turns our they shared a wetnurse, a connection their mothers didn’t discover until they became friends years later.

As I walked to the train I texted my housemate to ask where she was, if she wanted to meet up before we headed home. Suddenly I heard my name called as she ran across the station towards me. “Oh how strange, I just messaged you!”

Sometimes the world feels very large and our differences seem unbridgeable. Other days we run into one another over and over again, and I am glad to recognise friends.

[eatingdirtforfunandprofit]

i wish i was still a child so i could just find a bunch of leaves and put them in a bowl and pour things in it and give it to someone and they would say “thank u, mmm good soup” and pretend to eat it and just accept that as my affection instead of like……… talking to me about things like whats happening or how things are

[nevver]

1991, Jenny Holzer

[delusional--angel]