[killing-the-prophet]

Sunflowers grow in a field, photographed at night on August 11, 2019, in Hokuto, Yamanashi, Japan. Tomohiro Ohsumi

[bhloomest]

[your-local-teacher]

[papayajuan2019]

sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. not that complex

[faustique]

healing means losing the identity built around your pain

[weltenwellen]

Taking Care  Callista Buchen

[thelastgoodcountry]

Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi

[pmamtraveller]

By Santiago Guevara

[bees-with-swords]

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

[hearnoweevil]

Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.

I hope you like it :]

[perriaeyjeve]

[vinylespassion]

Joyce Macdonald, 1979.

[cherrybombpussy-deactivated2025]

men in love are like “i love you” and women in love are like “i wouldn’t mind taking all of your pain in my hands and letting it overflow into the cracks of my skin just to be able to have a part of you with me”

[killthemist]

[calleido]

thakgil, iceland by alexander zhukau

[babyisrael]

Peaceful

[bojesvemira]

Tata

Tata me učio planini

kako da slušam tišinu dok diše,

kako da hodam sporije od vjetra

i brže od straha.

Učio me da volim konje,

njihove oči koje znaju više nego riječi,

da prepoznam kad životinja govori

i kad čovjek šuti preglasno.

Tata me učio stihovima

da pišem kad ne znam šta da kažem,

da pjevam kad boli postane tijesna u grudima, da u pjesmama ima više istine nego u ljudima.

Učio me da slušam stare glasove,

one što nose tugu i vino u sebi,

da razumijem umjetnost

čak i kad je ružna, slomljena, neshvaćena jer i takva ima dušu.

Tata me učio bojama svijeta i nesvijeta, da vidim ono što nije naslikano, da osjetim ono što nije rečeno, da iza svake stijene može stajati medo ali da ipak stanem ispred nje, ravno, bez povlačenja. I da se to zove hrabrost

Tata mi je napravio prvi štafelaj da

vježbam za prijemni u srednjoj.

Tata je ponosan kada i danas ipak nešto mu naslikam, uvijek uzme da me forografiše.

Učio me da ne volim ljude

koji ne brinu za moj stomak,

jer glad nije samo glad tijela,

nego i srca.

Učio me da pravila nisu zakon,

da sloboda nije bijeg, nego odgovornost prema sebi,

prema biljkama, zemlji, svemu što raste bez pitanja.

Učio me da volim ljude,

sve ljude.

Ali…

biti neiskvaren kao on,

ostati čist u svijetu koji stalno prlja

to je nešto što ni planina

nije znala da me nauči.

[angelicdewdrop]

[museify]