blue bleak embers

[dietandhealththings]

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[onlinecounsellingcollege]

A year from now, you will wish you had started today.

Karen Lamb (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[dietandhealththings]

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[pigmenting]

you are an exit wound the extra shot of tequila the tangled knot of hair that has to be cut out you are the cell phone ringing in a hushed theatre pebble wedged in the sole of a boot the bloody hangnail you are, just this once you are flip flops in a thunderstorm the boy’s lost erection a pen gone dry you are my father’s nightmare my mother’s mirage you are a manic high which is to say:you are a bad idea you are herpes despite the condom you are, I know better you are pieces of cork floating in the wine glass you are the morning after whose name I can’t remember still in my bed the hole in my rain boots vibrator with no batteries you are, shut up and kiss me you are naked wearing socks mascara bleeding down laughing cheeks you are the wrong guy buying me a drink you are the typo in an otherwise brilliant novel sweetalk into unprotected sex the married coworker my stubbed toe you are not new or uncommon not brilliant or beautiful you are a bad idea rock star in the back seat of a taxi burned popcorn top shelf, at half price you are everything I want you are a poem I cannot write a word I cannot translate you are an exit wound a name I cannot bring myself to say aloud

Jeanann Verlee, “Exit Wound”

[rudychic]

[laura-lunar-lust]

The Hermits, 1912, Egon Schiele

[psychedelic-sixties]

[nataliakoptseva]

[laura-lunar-lust]

Magritte, Le Principe du plaisir

[stellar-blue-deactivated-deacti]

Pain is not a mistake. It doesn’t mean that something has ‘gone wrong’ in the universe, that the body-mind is ‘broken’ in any way. It is only a signal, an expression of deep intelligence, a loud and clear call for kind, non-judgemental, present-moment attention. It is an invitation to break from your usual routine and plans and patterns, and meet a sacred moment with fresh and unassuming eyes. Pain is not an enemy of awakening, but a misunderstood friend, come to shatter all your dreams, and awaken a deep humility and respect for life.

Jeff Foster, Life Without A Centre

[vvickd-deactivated20160530]

[thorsteinulf]

[laura-lunar-lust]

George Frederick Watts, End of the Day (Surrey Woodland) (1902-3)

[enversdudecor]

[fleurdulys]

[laura-lunar-lust]

Reclining Figure, John Singer Sargent, 1908

[larmoyante]

I can’t afford to hate anyone. I don’t have that kind of time.

Akira Kurosawa, Iriku

[desert-dreamer]

[laura-lunar-lust]

Kiichi Asano

[gericalonzo]

[laura-lunar-lust]

Geric Alonzo, Burn in pink, 2013.

[nataliakoptseva]

[laura-lunar-lust]

Magritte

[vacants]

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

Azar Nafisi