i died at that last one
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
KIROKAZE
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Not today Justin
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we're not kids anymore.
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@peaceelixir
i died at that last one
if you were a petal i’d be the dew just so every morning i’d get to kiss you /// r.i.d
The Vibrant and Passionate Painting of Duarte Vitoria
To his painting, Duarte Vitoria, has known how to interpret the crisis, a constant tension which, even if it bothers the spectator’s eye, searches to represent that state of unfinished and not possible to overcome anguish of human condition. All his work has perfect conscience that is in this state of unfinished in which lays the path of art, a way without end and that tends to satisfaction without being possible to reach it. In the contingency of the suffering of the path – not the suffering during the path, but the notion of suffering the path – what the painter shows us has always to do with the incapability of plentifulness.
THE OBEDIENCE TO CRISIS, PAINTING OF DUARTE VITORIA VALTER HUGO MÃE, 2006
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Thomas Bavington
Sanity and happiness are an impossible combination.
Mark Twain (via observando)
Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
Charles Bukowski (via adderalldust)
May 11th Twilight Phoenix, AZ
Those of us who stand outside the circle of this society’s definition of acceptable women; those of us who have been forged in the crucibles of difference – those of us who are poor, who are lesbians, who are Black, who are older – know that survival is not an academic skill. It is learning how to stand alone, unpopular and sometimes reviled, and how to make common cause with those others identified as outside the structures in order to define and seek a world in which we can all flourish. It is learning how to take our differences and make them strengths.
Audre Lorde
I think a huge mistake we make is not allowing ourselves to feel. Whenever I’m driving in my car and a memory pops into my head that forms a lump in my throat my first instinct is to immediately shut it away. But I try to force myself to feel it, the loss. I let myself cry and slam my fists into the steering wheel because I know my mind needs my body. Sometimes the spaces in our head aren’t big enough for the pain we feel and it’s our bodies job to set it free.
Jenna Anne (via braceletofnoor)
that's really great.
Uncontrollable Decay // Cristy C. Road
"you keep worrying your sadness is taking up too much space. i wish you’d let yourself be the milky way."