me: *gets jumpscared by a toaster*
art blog(derogatory)

Janaina Medeiros
Sweet Seals For You, Always
trying on a metaphor

shark vs the universe
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
todays bird
almost home
occasionally subtle

blake kathryn

Product Placement
RMH

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
noise dept.
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wallacepolsom

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@esprit-de-corps-5
me: *gets jumpscared by a toaster*
“You have dug your soul out of the dark, you have fought to be here; do not go back to what buried you.”
— Bianca Sparacino, The Strength In Our Scars
“At the beginning of the storm, you lose yourself, and in the middle of the storm, you find yourself. Chaos is your genius.”
— Juansen Dizon
“I crave space. It charges my batteries. It helps me breathe. Being around people can be so exhausting, because most of them love to take and barely know how to give. Except for a rare few.”
— Katie Kacvinsky
Life of Crocodile
via https://imgur.com/gallery/mG5O6pR
Kathleen Glasgow , Girl in Pieces
it’s weird knowing that people create this image of you in their head, and their perception of you can be so different from who you actually are
the woman you’re becoming will cost you people, relationships, spaces, and material things. choose her over everything.
Chosen. It cost me a lot, but it rewarded me with more, with better of each. ♥️ Understanding people, empowering relationships, open spaces and material things that value.
get you a man who can do both
one of my patients came in for an emergency visit, because she snapped the wire on her retainer watching the movie when MBJ took his shirt off she clenched her teeth so fucking hard she snapped it. that is the fucking funniest shit ever to me this tiny 17 year old girl thirsting so goddamn hard she busted steel
Y'all, it gets better. She found out.
We go forward.
This is too deep to comprehend.
Stop it
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY
:(((((
wth?!
It’s human to love. And it’s human to want the gifts we love. But our problem begins when we put the gift in our heart, and God in our hand. Ironically, we believe that we can live without God—but if we were to lose a gift, we crumble and can’t go on. As a result, we can easily put God aside, but our heart cannot live without the gift. In fact, we can even put God aside for the sake of the gift. So it becomes easy for us to delay or miss a prayer, but just don’t deprive me of my work meeting, my movie, my outing, my shopping, my class, my party, or my basketball game. It’s easy to take interest bearing loans or sell alcohol, just don’t deprive me of my profit margin and prestigious career. Just don’t deprive me of my brand new car, and over-the-top home. It’s easy to have a haram relationship or date, but just don’t deprive me of the one I ‘love’. It’s easy to take off, or not wear hijab—just don’t deprive me of my beauty, my looks, my marriage proposals, or my image in front of people. It’s easy to put aside the modesty that God says is beautiful, but don’t deprive me of my skinny jeans—because society told me that’s beauty. This happens because the gift is in our heart, while Allah is in our hand. And what is in the hand can be put aside easily. What is in the heart, we cannot live without—and would sacrifice anything to have. But sooner or later we need to ask ourselves what it is that we really worship: The gift or the Giver? The beauty or the Source and Definition of Beauty? The provision or the Provider? The Creation or the Creator?
Yasmin Mogahed (via islamicrays)
[If anyone knows the artist let me know so I can give credit]
‘People aren’t souvenirs,’ I keep reminding myself. You cannot store them endlessly and expect them to stay the same when you finally revisit them. They will change, as will you. You will look back on a memory with a different pair of eyes as the years add age to those recollections. You will see the past differently, you will see you differently, and you will finally understand that the moment is to be cherished when it is still alive and in front of you.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)