ad meliora

[lunellaria]

tried pressing some seaweed in my flower press and im really happy with how it turned out : )

[petitelavande]

Sometimes you should watch your step, it may be heaven down there

[unusual-suspects]

seven ravens, artist unknown

[threeamserif]

instagram | photos are my own, reblogs fine, do not repost/reuse

[illustratus]

[liivn]

[coffeeacademia]

to do:

bloom in the face of adversity

[last-of-the-romans]

The Painted Garden of the Villa of Livia.  

[cruelmiracles]

All that you touch You Change.

All that you Change Changes you.

The only lasting truth Is Change.

God Is Change.

Octavia Butler ǁ Parable of the Sower (1993)

[justafeeling-deactivated2024050]

the heart knows

[justafeeling-deactivated2024050]

[thesoldiersminute]

Peaky Blinders Season 1 | Episode 5

[scrupulosity-et-al]

scrupulosity and an OCD obsession with morality is so much more than just wanting to be a good person.

yes, I want to be a good person. but for me, that comes along with:

an unreachably high moral standard

an unshakeable guilt complex

a chronic feeling of “what have I done wrong?”

constant flashbacks to “shame memories”

tying myself up in knots over making the right decision (even over the little things)

and sometimes… this obsession with being a good person actually prevents me from being as good a person as I would be otherwise (e.g it can make me come across as selfish and not compassionate)

[stenchkow]

If you know someone in your life with OCD, make sure to wish them a nice day the next time you see them. They've been through hell, and probably need some kindness in their life.

I'm not talking about me, of course. I'm a sinner who is too morally contaminated to be worthy of love or respect. This clearly applies to every person in the world suffering from this disorder except me, because I am uniquely awful in a way that no one else in the history of the world has ever been.

Now leave me alone, I have to spend the next thirty minutes figuring out if I'm going to hell because I got germs on a shrinkwrapped piece of cheese by knowingly putting it back on the shelf at the grocery store instead of throwing myself on the proverbial grenade by buying it.

[julykings]

from In the House With No Doors by Sarah Kay

[mmaryoliver]

[Text ID: and for a moment what you always hoped was true finally is: loneliness has forgotten your address, french toast browning on the stovetop, the sound of everyone you love clear as the sun giggling through the window, not even a doorknob between you. /End ID.]

[arunima]

saving pictures of her in my phone so i can pretend she is my boyfriend

[lovelornnn]