Art & things

Hi I'm Justina and I don't know what I'm doing. Sarcastic on the outside, cuddly and affectionate on the inside.

[wetheurban]

[mennyfox55]

N Prada ...

[freakoutgirl]

Avoidance is the worst reaction to stress. Oh this thing is giving me anxiety? And it's something I could prepare for by looking at it more or learning things about the topic? No, I will take psychological damage if I look at it directly. I will still be thinking about it and be stressed though.

[intentions-of-lully]

On Giving Hugs

Greendale Parking Director: Do you know where my department’s power comes from, Ms. Edison?

Annie Edison: Parking Spaces?

GPD: Wrong. There was plenty of space to park in dinosaur times but not one single parking department. My power comes from a scarcity of parking just like your dad’s comes from a lack of hugs.

[intentions-of-lully]

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[rosemaryandsapphire]

That awkward moment when you try and hug your highschool crush after he called you pretty and he writes a paragraph on the value of restricting intimacy like be still my heart 😅

[writingtorememberance]

Have you ever fallen in love with someone the day you meet

I ordered my heart to stop loving him. I produced documents, letters and receipts. I burned myself repetitively, drank acid, tried to drown myself in images of him with her, of images of him happy. I yelled at my heart, I told it to love painting, love the mountains, the ocean, to love anything but him. I locked my heart away from him, I hid everything he did. I did it to stop my heart from scrounging through his leftovers, from picking up bits and little things he dropped. To stop my heart from convincing itself that it’s love was reciprocated. 

I told my heart we hated him. I reminded it of all the reasons to hate a person. I emphasized the ugly parts of him, the bad things he did. With no witnesses to testify against it, my heart declared him guilty and locked him away with many other things. We were safe for a while.

We were safe from his storm, from the winds of hurt and pain he caused, but also the sun. We were safe from his laugh, his wit, the sunshine that radiated from his being. We were so safe that we weren’t really safe at all. 

My heart went looking for him. It didn’t tell me it was looking for him, it said that it was looking for something fun, something new, and that yes it would be home before midnight. Four am and feeling giddy, my heart stumbled home. I’ve found the sun, it declared, happier than I had seen for a while.

My heart found a replacement for him, someone who was almost as tall, almost as sarcastic, almost as kind. But it wasn’t him, it wasn’t him so my heart grew bored and the boy turned spiteful. My heart then decided it wouldn’t love anyone. There were girls, there were boys but my heart was closed to all.

Maybe I just can’t love at all, I thought.

Until we saw him again. The boy with ocean eyes, who’s as tall as the reeds. Robot boy with a gear for a heart. My biggest weakness. My nothing and my everything. He can’t love me so I love him twice as much to balance it. I whisper it when the wind whistles so he can’t hear me. I write him messages and then delete them before sending. I don’t want to be one of the others, one of his others. He can’t know that on the first day his eyes flickered across my face, his mouth formed a smile, I knew. He was my heart’s exception. 

[rosemaryandsapphire]

Found this poem I wrote in 2014 about my high school debate crush. very dramatic and angsty teen energy here.

[nikita-ermakov]

[vacuumchan]

dress up

[dappermouth]

strange omens gather at the end of the street

[minuty]

[chawakin-deactivated20180201]

trans ppl who dont pass (whether they can’t afford it, aren’t safe to transition, or even just ddon’t want to) are still trans

[leahreenagoren]

My second NYC pattern for the PAOM and Target collection, a pretty wild composition of bodega cats and flowers. My rough sketch is on top, and the final on the bottom—fun to see the evolution, and how the final stayed pretty close to the sketch here.

[nikita-ermakov]

[lyjerria]

your standards should be high for both your friendships and romantic relationships. everyone you surround yourself with should have qualities you actually admire.

[supernaturalfreewill]

It’s Monday. Reminders as you start your week, my loves.

- Take 5 minutes and sit somewhere quiet. Close your eyes. Breathe deeply. - Stretch. It’s good for your body and mind. This can be a 30 minute yoga session, or a simple 30 second roll-your-neck kind of stretch.  - Take a walk outside. Look at the leaves. Appreciate the cute houses. Appreciate the cracks in the sidewalk. Look at the sky. - Drink water. It’s okay of you can’t make your 6-8 glasses a day. Just do what you can. - Veggies and fruits are your friend. - Don’t feel guilty if you didn’t exercise this weekend, or if you ate garbage. That’s alright. It’s a new day. And we all deserve to indulge on occasion. - Money is just money. You can’t take it with you. Be responsible with it, but spend it on that little thing that catches your eye on occasion. - Most importantly: we all feel lost and inadequate at one time or another. These feelings are fluid, and you are not alone. They will pass. They will rise and fall like hills and valleys. But you are important, and unique, and I LOVE THE HECK OUT OF YOU.

[te5seract]

Undulatus Asperatus Sunset by Mike Olbinski

[positiveautistic-deactivated202]

“Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.”

[pripecias]

i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

[tinacroat-deactivated20180821]

This is fucking important. I am glad someone fucking spoke about this and said what they had to say. The damage is terrible, and all the evergreen, stone, even the ground is black. I was fucking terrified when Croatia was burning. The fire was near a village where I like and I thought it will burn down. I thought the church will burn down. I thought the cemetery where my grandpa is buried will burn. I still remember the smell of smoke, and when I went to check how bad is fire, my clothes and hair and skin all stunk of smoke. It didn’t go away for weeks.

This is NASA’s picture of Croatia and Montenegro burning. My fucking country was burning. Fucking reblog this. I don’t care that it isn’t UK or US, or that it doesn’t go with your blog, fucking. Reblog. It.