[lizormianillustration]

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

LizzieOrmian.redbubble.com

[weltenwellen]

Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem

[kosmogrl]

tulips 🌷

[finita--la--commedia]

– Jacques Derrida’s library

[curtvilescomic]

Peanuts by Charles M Schulz 

after Edward Hopper 

[metamorphesque]

Beya Rebaï, Spazi (Eden Garden)

[cheruib]

life has not forgotten you (it holds you in its hand)

[robotomojo]

[yellew]

snoopy throu the years

[png-heaven]

Vintage and antique love tokens 

[soulmvtes]

living at my grandmas is like you will always be well fed

[russiawave]

[nosekiss-archive]

archive mb for @newar

[heavenlyyshecomes]

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.”

[sunbathe]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BbHZM77D0wJ/

[riibrego]

sweet citrus

[scissoringsappho]

Two women kissing in nature, painting by Georges Rochegrosse (1859-1938)