Omnia

Izadora, RJ, Brasil.

[stlamb]

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

honestly yall just gotta be comfortable reading books that make you feel stupid

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[theambitiouswoman]

[eutededico]

"lembro toda vez de quando ouvi a ebomi cici contando um itan de ogum.

nesse itan, ogum, que foi o primeiro orixá a chegar na terra depois da criação do mundo, faz uma corda com as próprias vísceras para trazer do orum para o aiyê todos os outros orixás. desde então, a palavra visceral, pra mim, tem outro sentido e origem.

os russos não conhecem ogum, mas esvisceram sentimentos. expõem as entranhas de seus sentimentos, os bons e os maus. das vísceras esculpem sua humanidade.

visceralmente,

bea"

>Memórias do Subsolo, Fiódor Dostoiévski 

>Enviada por Beatriz

[deathtokillian]

Ideas are cooking for my pride outfit.

[scorpionlafemme]

Realllllllllll

[achillesinhighheels]

nha fala’ | dir. flora gomes (2002)

[star01007]

[metamorphesque]

It’s strange to think that long before I had a name or a heartbeat, I existed in some shadowed, elemental way. Women are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, and these begin forming while they're still in the womb. So when my mother was just a fetus, the egg that would become me was already inside her. That means my grandmother carried not just my mother, but the beginning of me as well. For a fleeting moment, the three of use shared one body, and went through life together, layered like nesting dolls.

[ashstfu]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

[kosmogrl]

[eutededico]

Meu amor, 

Desejo profundamente que você acredite que o paraíso existe. Não é um lugar, não é permanência. Mas existe. 

Existe em pequenos instantes, brechas, segundos de luz. No sorriso de nossa filha, no gozo do nosso encontro, no delírio da sua música. A vida é também isso. Polos que divergem e se cruzam. Altos e baixos. Luz e escuridão. Passagem. Aqui 

Caminhamos juntos… Te amo!

>Ioga . Emmanuel Carrère

>Enviada por Flora

[petaltexturedskies]

When Dostoevsky said, "Pain changes you, but it teaches. That is its mercy." but Kafka said, "Pain changes nothing. It just repeats itself until you forget who you were before it started."

[dominantur]

Not a ‘but’

[stuckinapril]

[mindllessdreaming]

war is over

[aidashakur]

what a privilege it is to become the person you used to pray to be