Cosimo Galluzzi
RMH
dirt enthusiast
will byers stan first human second
Jules of Nature
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
art blog(derogatory)
we're not kids anymore.

shark vs the universe

@theartofmadeline
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

blake kathryn

JVL

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Claire Keane
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
i don't do bad sauce passes
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Three Goblin Art
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@fidelityinthemelody
- Letter To Dad, First -
I love you, Dad. But not always in the way I want to. Not always in a way I’m proud of. I’ve occasionally let others treat me poorly because I’ve grown up watching you. However, I’ve earned self-respect in spite of your ways of regarding me.
Recently, I became infatuated with a man. I took the time to hope he could be something good for me. I misread how he cared about me, mistaking it for the ways you had cared about me.
Mom had said it was because of love that she had pardoned you so often. But as I analyze, I know that it is most entirely because of fear. If she’d had love for herself, she would have let go of the person who made her feel scared, hated, confused, selfish, crazy, and witch-like. I know I have seen little of your love with her, but I hate to see you both suffer.
“Never trust a survivor,” my father used to warn me, “until you find out what he did to stay alive.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard (via vonnegutphile)
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Cigarettes are good for the environment because they kill humans
The worst part about having an awful, disgusting, terrible nightmare is that you thought of it yourself.
little watercolour with metallic spores
No one cares more than the drunk girl outside of the bar screaming, “I don’t even care!”
I haven’t met all of me yet.
What a lovely and terrifying thought all at the same time
The worst thing about having a mental illness is that people still expect you to behave as if you don’t.
life is soup, I am fork