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blake kathryn
One Nice Bug Per Day
YOU ARE THE REASON
wallacepolsom
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
Three Goblin Art
occasionally subtle
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium

Andulka
Xuebing Du
i don't do bad sauce passes

tannertan36
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AnasAbdin

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
Mike Driver
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@thatobsessedwritergirl
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𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔴 & 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔥
I’d like this kind of peace
"The light of the sun had failed and the air was filled with a yellow glow..."
Hélène Cixous, from The Laugh of the Medusa
Text ID: By writing her self, woman will return to the body which has been more than confiscated from her, which has been turned into the uncanny stranger on display-the ailing or dead figure, which so often turns out to be the nasty companion, the cause and location of inhibitions... / Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. / Write your self. Your body must be heard.
𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗
the worst feeling is wanting to read but you wanna read so many different books and you can not decide so you end up reading nothing at all.
Sometimes all you can do is lie in bed and hope to fall asleep before you fall apart.
— William C. Hannan
Autumn
untitled by Dulcette on Flickr.
ɢʀᴇʏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴀʟᴀɴᴄᴇ
𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚢