whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
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sheepfilms

Andulka
Misplaced Lens Cap
taylor price
YOU ARE THE REASON
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever

@theartofmadeline
Keni

PR's Tumblrdome
One Nice Bug Per Day
occasionally subtle

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Sade Olutola

ellievsbear
RMH

#extradirty
Cosmic Funnies
DEAR READER
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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@piscesmoons
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
LizzieOrmian.redbubble.com
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
tulips 🌷
– Jacques Derrida’s library
Peanuts by Charles M Schulz
after Edward Hopper
Beya Rebaï, Spazi (Eden Garden)
life has not forgotten you (it holds you in its hand)
snoopy throu the years
Vintage and antique love tokens
living at my grandmas is like you will always be well fed
archive mb for @newar
By Alycia Rubulis
“When I was growing up the relationship I had with my mother wasn’t a very affectionate one. A rare hug from her felt as forced as a kiss on the cheek between my parent’s strained relationship. Occasionally I would test her by not saying I love you when we would say goodbye. Often she wouldn’t say it at all and at one point I carried it out for over a week until I broke and said it. I remember going to friend’s houses and being jealous of their mothers doting on them and shocked as I discovered it was normal for parents to be affectionate with one another. Coming into my early adult years I began to search for the affection and validation I felt so devoid of in my childhood. This caused me to accept hollow intimacy from various people and telling myself that it was genuine even though I knew it wasn’t. Inevitably I would end up hurt and as a way to cope with the pain I would lie in bed and hold myself pretending I was receiving comfort from whomever had hurt me. After this occurred many times, I was no longer trying to mend my pain, it became habitual for me to hold myself before I fell asleep and when I woke up. It was my way of accepting that I couldn’t expect people to love me the way I wanted but I could control how I loved myself.
The idea for this series came to me late at night while I was holding myself. I wanted to capture the women I care for doing the same and giving themselves the love they deserve.”
https://www.instagram.com/p/BbHZM77D0wJ/
sweet citrus
Two women kissing in nature, painting by Georges Rochegrosse (1859-1938)