Spitting Venom

[dietclinicdropout]

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Healing is layers. Healing is time. Healing is excruciating. Once you think it’s done, it’s not.

Mary DeMuth (via bellahadidsnosejob)

[b-itch-y-deactivated20231113]

Another woman’s beauty is not the absence of your own

[sweetsensiii]

[resignado-s-deactivated20180616]

[intellectualpoaching]

Life consists of rare individual moments of the highest significance and countless intervals in which at best the phantoms of those moments hover about us. Love, spring, a beautiful melody, the mountains, the moon, the sea – they all speak truly to our heart only once: if they ever do in fact truly find speech.

Friedrich Nietzsche, Humano, demasiado humano (via ratak-monodosico)

[system191]

[lotsofpinkplaid]

It ends or it doesn’t. That’s what you say. That’s how you get through it. The tunnel, the night, the pain, the love. It ends or it doesn’t. If the sun never comes up, you find a way to live without it. If they don’t come back, you sleep in the middle of the bed, learn how to make enough coffee for yourself alone. Adapt. Adjust. It ends or it doesn’t. It ends or it doesn’t. We do not perish.

Caitlyn Siehl  (via karibu-nyumbani)

[porcelainapparition]

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[donutismygf-deactivated20210130]

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it’s much the same.

Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via mirroir)

[jcpkahlo]

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Michel Gondry (2004)

[illustration-cf]

[fancyacrylicnails]

Pirteät kynnet syksyn kunniaksi 💀 @till.i #new #acrylic #acrylicnails #nails #black #blackandwhite #matte #matteblack #skull #painting #nailartist #Finland by minttujulin

[thehivernant]

[pleatedjeans]

[acrylicalchemy]

I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.

Frida Kahlo (from an unset letter to Diego Rivera)

[justenoughisplenty]

Gently swaying water lilies, worthy of Monet’s paintbrush, share this shallow-water habitat with cranes, frogs, tubers, and small reptiles. Flourishing in lagoons and open waterways throughout the delta, water lilies send delicate stalks spiraling up to the surface, where their buds open. After a few days the stalks retract, pulling the blossoms underwater, where they ripen and release their seeds.

National Geographic - December, 1990