Wallflower Whimsy

Words from the introverse

[reneeisok]

beyond the walls.

Kevin German / LUCEO For the New York Times   Paralyzing fear closes tightly in as yesterday’s wasted opportunities seep through its prison walls,   collecting in the night’s mind as infinitely heavy clouds of regret, gathering behind powerful eyes that weep morning dew upon the ground beneath our feet, upon the waking world all around —   quenching thirsty grasses, flowers, and trees whose…

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[reneeisok]

what the birds know.

what the birds know.

  There is no greater purpose than this right here, this right now,   existing within a pocket of warm air and birdsong, so many little voices singing their praises of life.   This moment when the sun’s rosy kisses make the horizon blush contains within it the answers that men die for — that men kill for.   If only we would silence the madness for a brief moment and listen with our hearts to the…

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[reneeisok]

the fabric.

  Blame it on the neural pathways, (blame it on our tumultuous youths,) blame it on the dysfunction making us do it — seeking out wayward souls, (the lost amongst the loners, the outcasts hiding behind smiling faces,)   assuming a host of burdens willingly because love makes us do it.   (Perhaps we’ve no option but to save the loneliest souls from drowning before drowning ourselves,   becoming…

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[reneeisok]

memorable remains.

  Santa Teresa en la Concina by Leonora Carrington   Life bleeds through fragile fingertips, too powerless and too late to inspire a change in the caustic rhythm of love and loss,   oozing between the layers of conflicted dreams, fermenting within the cauldron of weary minds too stubborn to quit yet too exhausted to persevere, hovering between collapse and success, between rapture and distress,  …

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[myrealnameisraven]

meadowby bdoroszko

[mortisia]

You will never find the real truth among people that are insecure or have egos to protect. Truth over time becomes either guarded or twisted as their perspective changes; it changes with the seasons of their shame, love, hope or pride.

Shannon L. Alder (via mortisia)

[curv]

[misswallflower]

When I look at narcissism through the vulnerability lens, I see the shame-based fear of being ordinary. I see the fear of never feeling extraordinary enough to be noticed, to be lovable, to belong, or to cultivate a sense of purpose.

Brené Brown, “Daring Greatly” (via misswallflower)

[mydarkenedeyes]

Christophe Hohler

[thunderstruck9]

Zeng Fanzhi (Chinese, b. 1964), Landscape, 2005. Oil on canvas, 150.5 x 150 cm.

[st-pam]

Untitled, 2016 Pencil and watercolours

[spacevorobey]

[marci1900]

[cerasiferae-deactivated20160620]

[hoppip]

[lora-mathis]

Lora Mathis

[surrealism]

Modern Spirit by Mariana Palova, 2015. Digital artwork.