Mad World

Waad /20 Art lover !

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Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems; “Open Roses,” (x)

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She is beautiful, but with a beauty different from the kind our eyes are used to. Her skin, which has no seashell pink in it, is the color of wheat richly kissed by the sun. Her eyes have a warm sweetness; her cheeks are finely drawn. Her accent is sweet, with a touch of sad resignation, as though she always held a thick teardrop in the depth of her throat.

Gabriela Mistral, from “Profile of the Mexican Indian Woman,” (x)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“I was a star spilled in your arms.”

— Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth; “Harmony of Word and Instinct,”

[neckkiss]

I’ll go to bed, forget myself in sleep.

The Master and Margarita (via neckkiss)

[mysharona1987]

[euo]

[ossssa]

[curlsandstems]

Hearing “I’m so proud of you” when you feel like you aren’t doing enough really does lift a lot of weight off of you.

[profusedinmelancholy]

Rachel Weisz’s mind is too powerful

[llleighsmith]

anyone else feel like their spirit is ancient and they’ve been carrying the weight of its heartbreak for an eternity

[violent-darts]

My dad’s literal first words on holding me for the first time were “ …she’s done this before, and she’s not happy to be back.”

[i-am-the-punk-mermaid]

That is such a badass thing to say about a newborn

[birdasaurus]

Velvet Canyon

[watchoutforintellect]

…the heart slips backward, remembering, remembering.

Anne Sexton, from “The Twelve-Thousand-Day Honeymoon” in The Complete Poems  (via anditwasmonday)

[yourcoldclay-deactivated2018012]

I decided, enough pain….I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment (via anditwasmonday)

[delicateflowerr]

[amargedom]

If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you- you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness.

C.S. Lewis, The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe (via amargedom)

[sa2ha]

Recognising lesbian couples in art gives me a warm feeling. paintings by Joseph Lorusso.

[astound]

No one ever seems to love the actual people as much as they love the idea of them.

S.C (via astound)