Pictures of Claude Monet’s house in Giverny. (Source)

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Pictures of Claude Monet’s house in Giverny. (Source)
Mugshot of a teenage girl arrested for protesting segregation, Mississippi, 1961.
Her name is Joan Trumpauer Mulholland. Her family disowned her for her activism. After her first arrest, she was tested for mental illness, because Virginia law enforcement couldn’t think of any other reason why a white Virginian girl would want to fight for civil rights. She also created the Joan Trumpauer Mullholland Foundation. Most recently, she was interviewed on Samatha Bee’s Full Frontal on February 15 for their segment on Black History Month. Don’t reduce civil rights heroes to “teenage girl”.
When I was in school, one of my art teachers used to say “this world needs more creators. There’s more than enough destroyers in the world today.”
Just a reminder, if you create anything–art, writing, food, machines, ideas, equations, knits, tools, gardens–the world needs you.
This makes me happy.
Happy creating, everyone
i still feel like i have no friends but i least i have him in my life i love him with all my heart
i told my boyfriend i'm upset and he told me he's gonna buy me food and take me shopping how am i so blessed to have him
me, forcing myself to ask for help, hands trembling, voice shaking: im not feeling so good my sweet dude *finger guns*
Do you ever just lay in bed and realize how not okay you are
honestly i'm completely miserable rn and i keep thinking super shitty things and reasons how i've fucked up and how i wish i could go back in time but i can't and im stuck being a shitty person
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I look into your eyes and I’m home
i love the sound of your voice, and your laugh, and the way you say my name
Everything breaks my heart and it’s fucking stupid.
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