[ivypristine]

Why are these walls still unmovable?

I slowly pull them apart, brick by brick, but I leave them close by, ready to be placed back. The fortress of self to forever remain unmoved and unmarred, ready for when the storm of let down, discomfort, pain, resentment, disgust, barrages through and reminds me of the reasons why expectations are nothing more than dormant pangs of hurt and grief. Waiting to riddle my little heart with ache and regret.

The vulnerability of reliance turns my stomach. I must carry my own weight, I must. If I cannot, then who will? I do not trust those who say they will.

[7pleiades7]

Illusions, (Detail), (before 1901), by Henry Brown Fuller (American, 1867 – 1934), oil on canvas, 70 3/8 x 45 1/8 in (178.6 x 114.6 cm), Smithsonian American Art Museum, Washington, D.C.

[7pleiades7]

Blue Morpho Butterfly (c. 1864-c. 1865) by Martin Johnson Heade (American, 1819 – 1904), oil on canvas, 31.1 cm (12.2 in) x 25.4 cm (10 in), Manoogian Collection

[ddestroyangels]

Flowers in a Glass Vase by Jacob van Walscapelle, detail, circa 1670

National Gallery, London

[urgetocreate]

Grzegorz Jacek Olejniczak (Polish b.1968), The Moment Before the Storm, 2026, Acrylic on canvas

[sumheavyocean]

[gothredy]

Our Lady of the Blind Faith — Emil Melmoth, 2022

[f0xxen]

[vintage-tigre]

[ivypristine]

It’s summer, nearly

and the truth about sadness is that

it lies dormant in everything,

waiting for the soft nurture of

love, light, and water

to lull it forth

into our palms.

And so we watch, that which is equally alive,

change.

[expressions-of-nature]

by Yulia Maltseva

[ddestroyangels]

Innocence by Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach

German, 1851-1913

[dailyclassicart]

Carl Gustav Carus - "Graveyard on Oybin" (c.1828)

[swagg1ttarius]

do you dream of me?

[99centmenu]

coloring book no. 10

"vengeful"

[otaku-hotgirl]

[ivypristine]

i dreamt that we were naked, wrapped in eachothers arms. as we lay there holding each other, skin pressed against one another, i thought of how much i’ve missed you, how much i once loved you, how there was no need for the exchange of words only our breathing tying our souls together.

you are gone and we move forward. still, i miss you dearly at times.