|avolio|

Katherine Z. 🔥glassie Cols., OH

[usbghost-blog]

I respect bees more than I respect white men in positions of power

[fuzzycricket]

that’s because we actually need bees

[lewn-r]

I want you to know that I am not obligated to forgive you for what has happened.

I want you to know it will not be okay.

This is not something that is being “done” to you, but rather is the consequence of something you have already done.

I am not required to absolve you of your guilt & I am not selfish for refusing to. I owe you nothing.

None of me will ever want pain for another - but I will no longer absorb yours at the expense of my wellbeing.

I will tend to my own pain out of self preservation - but know I will not carry yours as mine any further.

[lewn-r]

Yo does anyone I know in real life still follow

[textonly]

[lewn-r]

Dammit AVL

[dearaimee]

the smell of lilacs.

[i-am-fen-harel]

Fighting through the forest fog, Nepal by Dmitry Kupratsevich

[chaosophia218]

Sveta Dorosheva - Allegorical Sketchbook Drawing, 2013.

[the-bookshop]

[lewn-r]

me: oh yea it's been years I'm over it

also me: *was actually irreparably changed to the point that my personality and the way I interact with others and my insecurities are, even today, a direct result of what happened*

[aftrdth]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BAVlpghgVVx/

[ugh-blog1]

[edrecoveryproblems]

Leaving the hospital without setting up outpatient care

[michellekpoems]

This body, how I have been cruel to this body. Now, my mornings sound like apologies, and I am spending my days learning to love it.

Michelle K., Learning to Love This Body. (via michellekpoems)

[fakehermes-deactivated20170207]

[writingsforwinter]

Ode to My Body on the Days When I Don’t Want to Have One Anymore

They say cats have nine lives and from

the very bottom of your heart I want to say

I am sorry for treating you as if you had nine too.

You had to crawl your way out of me

like a dark cellar.

Through so much shaking.

Through so much witchcraft and spitshine.

Softness is so unfamiliar that even your skin

confuses me.

Body, Marie Curie’s own research

was what ended up killing her.

I wish to know you so well

that it ends me.

[artnouveaustyle]

Poster for the Salon des Cent by Arsène Herbinier, 1897.

[illuminedeye]

The intersection between practice and theory.