the price of life, and all that
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@faithwhisper
the price of life, and all that
In your 20s, you'll feel like you're losing the race. It's important to understand that there is no race.
For the first time ever, there is no counting calories, tracking workout, calculating time spent or any competition, winning and losing, scoring points, being part of a race. No. Just plain old "enjoying playing badminton. God forbid a girl just likes to smash that shuttlecock and enjoy hitting it on a streak at different angles, her performance anxiety and perfectionism will soon kick in and she'll ruin it for herself. Please don't ruin it for yourself!!
-d.k
I have a soft man who loves me naked but also when I am dressed, who likes me most with my raw morning face. He is like the color pops loaded with sunshine, like being on a sugar high. Bless this little world where we collided and I could see this side of man in my life.
d.k
When life hits you hard, it's so important who is that person standing next to you. So choose character over looks any day. Thankfully, my man is blessed with both!!
-d.k
they need to make surgery for emotions
REMOVE THE GRIEF LIKE A TUMOUR
I am tired but I keep going..cause what choice I have?!
huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem
a listener need a listener too—
My spine was broken not by the outsiders but by people I loved. When I fall down all I can see is dirt and footmarks of someone I deeply cared about.
-d.k
They say that your behavior is under your control. Your actions. What you do. But how is it? Isn't my revolting reaction to love transmitted from the seeds sown in a young mind who was told that love is cringe, love is bad? When I get upset on a mildly unsettling joke, isn't it coming deep down from my insecurities around myself? When I feel abandoned by friends making plans without me, isn't it that little girl feeling lost in this big wise world?
Idk man!! People say your actions are your own but there is very little we actually control. A lot of what shaped us are circumstances that were out of our control. And so how much of me is really me?!!
-d.k
Do any of you know about that one painting with Aphrodite being born out of lava with a black swan by her side or did i completely hallucinate that? Been searching for a while but i can’t find it for shit.
I tried googling that description but no luck either, anyone might know what painting this might be (or if it does exist? cause it sounds sick lol)
It took a bit of googling magic, but I think I’ve found it.
This is “Kindled” by Laura K. Cannon, which is part of her portfolio that can be found here: http://navate.com/2wk6im1sartc92iwza7il07bxq2mk5
Is this what you were looking for? @sakyubaso
I’m in love.
Y'all I’m-
the original artist states:
“This went kinda viral on tumblr and people are arguing whether it’s a painting of Aphrodite. It’s not. If she must be a goddess, I think she’d be Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of fire.
But it doesn’t depict anyone specifically. After some soul-searching I realize that, while I wasn’t thinking about it at the time, it’s a painting about battling depression. I live with MDD so the idea of emerging from the depths is a powerful thing for me.
Is she being born from the lava, or is she climbing out of Hell? I think it’s both.”
so. not Aphrodite, but someone beautiful nonetheless
never stop collecting little things that make you happy! rocks! buttons! feathers! flowers! sticks! bugs! bones! never stop!
how did a crow get a tumblr
with his fuckin email and a password how’d u get here
i am massively overdue for a very very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
reblog to give prev a very good week where not a single bad thing happens and everything is easy
eldest daughter is supposed to be cringe because the point is how hard she has tried to be cool and she is giving up and doesn’t care anymore because she’s happy and she knows people are going to make fun of her either way in this essay I will-
trips and falls and i just dont get up after
im not dead or anything i just dont feel like getting up