āI have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.ā
ā Virginia Woolf - from Moments of Being (via watchoutforintellect)

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āI have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life.ā
ā Virginia Woolf - from Moments of Being (via watchoutforintellect)
concept: me, sleeping in a forest. flowers grow from my scars. moss fills the lonely parts of me. ferns are growing in the pit of my stomach where fear used to live
Once you know violence there is no way back. There is no love without threat of violence. There is no unviolent man. There is no raising of voice without violence. There is no argument without flinching. Once you know violence, there is no way back.
sometime in the near future you will wake up at 3AM beside the person you love most in the world; wearing next to nothing, you will touch their cheek and they will sleepily pull you closer. the sky will be pink and gold and reflecting onto your loveās bare back. you will feel safe and secure.
in the sun her hair turns golden. she frowns when she talks about it.Ā ābrown,ā she says, her mouth pulling downwards.Ā
in the mornings, it tangles around her in a halo. in the afternoons it slides through my fingers in waterfalls. at night, beside me, she smells of meadows. her hair was in a braid when i first met her. was parted down the other side. since then sheās grown it out and dyed it twice. i think i could see her hair from a mile and still know it was hers. itās wild like her, only occasionally behaving, usually the source of a pout i want to kiss away. itās black underwater. when she swims she looks like a mermaid.
i tell her that i think her hair is nice.Ā āitās soft,ā i say. everything about her is beautiful in the same way. even when she feels ugly. even when sheās crying.Ā āitās very pretty.ā
she pouts again. that pink lip she has no idea is silk. she says,Ā ādonāt lie to me.ā
i donāt have the words to tell her that i am in awe of every part of her body. i donāt know how to explain that everything about her is fascinating. that her soul is the brightest thing iāve ever seen.Ā āitās pretty,ā i say again. she doesnāt believe.
Teach me how to gracefully let go of things not meant for me.
ways to start feeling again
sit in the sun without anything to do, feel the heat of the rays hit your skin, realize that this sunlight has travelled a very long way to reach you
walk around barefoot and try to feel as much of the ground under your feet as you can, notice every rock and blade of grass
sit quietly for a while and notice the touch of breath in your nostrils, feel how the air gets cooler as you inhale and warmer as you exhale
drive around aimlessly and blast some of your favorite songs, scream/sing along to them and feel the vibrations of your favorite lyrics as they change the air in your throat and around you, feel that the music is healing you from the inside out
stay away from alcohol or drugs for a few days, try to be as aware and present as you can in every moment, stop trying to numb or dull your senses
eat a few meals without any distractions, notice every bite and taste every flavor that covers your tongue, be grateful for it all
look up at the stars and the moon, understand how small we all are and how immense the universe is, realize what a miracle everything is, let your heart swell with amazement and admiration for life itself
I miss sleeping next to someone
fucking idiot doesnāt even know the clone jutsu lol
I hate how fucking funny this is
literally paramore was right
about�
name one thing paramore was wrong about
ill wait
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i think kim k was really onto something when she suggested we spell people like peepole
You're telling me, a chicken fried this rice
every single word of this panel name takes you on a new journey, my brain went to hell when i tried to read this
One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my dear, is to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.
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