babygirl

cold as ice but in the right hands she melts

[weltenwellen]

Danez Smith, Don't Call Us Dead

[weltenwellen]

Anthony Thomas Lombardi, from "self-portrait as murmuration"

[conscious-love]

And if you think tough men are dangerous, wait until you see what weak men are capable of.

Dr. Jordan B. Peterson, 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos

[beautifuldarkmind]

I think I’m getting better and then everything gets bad again. 

[amargedom]

“I must have flowers, always and always.”

—

[ashleighxcx]

“We all, sometimes, leave each other out there under the skies, and we never understand why.”

— Mojave,  Truman Capote (Music for chameleons)

[cinequeer]

Cher, 1975

[abnormall]

i am utterly disappointed in who i have become. i wanted to be someone better, someone important, someone beautiful. but instead i waste space, i waste time and i burden the people i love. this isnt the future i had in mind for myself and i know its too late. i’ll never get that future i dreamed of as a child.

[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Dogfish”, Dream Work

[catcrumb]

[famous-paintings]

Pablo Picasso / Embrace

Date: 1900

Style: Post-Impressionism

Period: Early Years

Genre: genre painting

Media: oil, cardboard

Location: Pushkin Museum, Moscow, Russia

[insecuregifs]

Anthony Carr Jr. Insecure, HBO

[nemfrog]

An illustrated natural history of British butterflies and moths. 19th century. Book cover details. 

Internet Archive

[nothing-but-a-depressed-teen]

[minuty]

“It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.”

—

[minuty]

“…if anything matters then everything matters. Because you are important, everything you do is important. Every time you forgive, the universe changes; every time you reach out and touch a heart or a life, the world changes; with every kindness and service, seen or unseen, my purposes are accomplished and nothing will be the same again.””

—

[extrasad]

“you have cotton candy thighs that dissolve on his tongue and lips that taste like lemonade on a 90 degree day and you’re light brown hair blowing over your shoulder from a cool breeze that touches your tongue and tangles through your open mouth because you’re laughing and you’re a white t-shirt and yellow flowers pushing up against the grass and rain after weeks of an empty sky and everyone wants to drink you up and they melt under your fingertips you are paint stained hands and peppermint tea and strawberry ice cream and then you meet this guy and you let him touch you and he sets you on fire and suddenly you’re a girl who likes the heat and won’t run when a room is full of smoke and you’re coughing up ashes and you think you’re brave but you’re just dark and hard and cold and empty and you’ve got a heart that can’t love anything but fire and boys who play with lighters”

— (via extrasad)