Hello

[realizinq]

[recked]

[cristiana-costin]

[acolorblue]

‘Self-Portrait on the Borderline between Mexico and the United States’

Frida Kahlo, 1932.

[writingsforwinter]

what it’s like finally admitting to someone that i’ve hated myself for my entire adult life

Look, even the moon has made it clear

she wants nothing to do with me. How to say,

I think my body would be better off without me.

How to say, the land before I was born

must have been so much more beautiful than this.

Some days, I pool into men like blood.

Other days, I pool into them like ink.

On all days, I would rather they lose me

somewhere inside them, never to be found again.

They say the body can die if given a shot of heroin

after ten years sober.

I would open myself to anything worth dying for

if dying itself were worth dying for.

If given the choice, I would climb back into the womb

and close it over my head.

[gameraboy]

Peanuts, December 20, 1953

[wilted-scenes]

[it-art-blog]

Let me tell you of lands far way where worry is distant, farther than the land where peace prevails. no man has ever been but legends of this land have been told it is said that the man who lives will not reach this land because a man who lives can never be without worry and without conflict.

(via it-art)

[it-art-blog]

Her own

She danced over the body of the slain Her conscience wad clear she was unclean Covered in blood of the dead She revelled in the echoes of their cries She was not yet satisfied She went back home grabbed what she needed She was going on a journey tonight

The sunlight streamed in through the blinds in her room It reeked of death and ecstasy. her journey had taken her to a familiar destination only this time the blood on her clothes were all her own.

[love-personal]

[it-art-blog]

Layers and layers of paint and you’ll eventually get there

[it-art-blog]

[deeperthanapit]

Cake

She saw a broken mirror And he saw (chocolate cake) something so digusting (ly sweet) as that of vanity and perishable ideas of society

She saw a broken mirror And he saw his reflection in it (Vanity)

[flowerys]

“what cannot be said will be wept”

Cr: Maori Sakai

[deeperthanapit]

(Tar) on (art)

[sumi-no-neko]

[ethanhunt-deactivated20230911]

You didn’t know me in the Enchanted Forest, Emma, but I was someone who took risks, even when she was afraid. I was someone who, I guess inspired people. An old enemy reminded me of that. I just don’t ever want to run the risk of forgetting who I was again. I’m saying I don’t want to be Mary Margaret anymore. I want to be Snow White again.