the fabric of an emergency

sometimes it gets bad here trigger warnings abound

[themodernartists]

Maxfield Parrish (American, 1870-1966), Winter Night Landscape (Two Tall Pines), c. 1956-1958. Oil on Masonite.

[rrowans-blog]

You soaked him up and you let him define you in the way you wanted to be known but girl you don't even exist.. You hurt yourself over and over because you can't make peace with the absence of your presence. No one knows how to complete you you're making a fool of yourself.. there's no completing the unwritten

[miodecalogo]

  Anna Mikhailovskaia

[ffz3photography]

Morning Light

[thunderstruck9]

Nasrollah Afjehei (Iranian, b. 1933), Peacock, 2017. Acrylic and ink on canvas, 200 x 200 cm.

[dappledwithshadow]

Untitled (also known as Haloed Moon), Charles Burchfield, c.1916

Watercolor and graphite on paper 11 x 8 ¼ in.

[travelingcolors-deactivated2020]

The waterfront in Cape Town is an active port, even with all the tall luxury buildings around. 

http://biostatprof.tumblr.com/ 

[australianbeyonce]

[rrowans-blog]

When she takes over i forget what it is to be alive I'm never more alone than when I share my body with her

[rrowans-blog]

There's a predator that lives inside me and it wakes when i feel weak. It likes the taste of my ache so it feeds and feeds and feeds till I'm so small it's sucked me dry you see so i have to build myself from scratch again

[thunderstruck9]

Bruno Marrapodi (Italian, b. 1982), Aria sulla Quarta Corda, 2011. Oil on canvas, 200 x 160 cm.

[rrowans-blog]

Art

[dontrblgme2]

GOPR0780B (via Callejero Gopro)

[rrowans-blog]

feeling especially horrific and inhuman none of my clothes sit right on this body it’s all wrong i want to shed it unzip and step out of it i wanna wear my pretty clothes instead of this skin

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[lustik]

Sleep project by Maryam Ashkanian.

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[rrowans-blog]

does your loneliness have its bad days do you ever forget to take care of it only to have it soak up your warmth become dense become a weight in the pit of your stomach with extensions that reach out to every last hair every extremity and it’s pulling you in on yourself my god is it pulling you in your loneliness will make a fool out of you it’ll break your body and it’ll break your heart you’ll find yourself  on your knees gasping for air you’ll never know what hit you

[ifpaintingscouldtext]

Robert Reid | Fleur de Lis | c.1895-1900