flowers that grow in the midst of Hell

23 vegan liberation for all

[ojalla]

Google search history: “How to tell my mom in a loving way that she needs therapy”

[maertyrer]

Aubrey Beardsley Salome with the Head of St. John the Baptist

1893

[astartemisia]

Daria Hlazatova

[molebucks-deactivated20150826]

how can i communicate to wild bunnies that i am their ally

[fourcornersguy-deactivated20190]

Don’t Cross the River

On the Hot Springs Canyon Trail along the Rio Grande in Big Bend National Park, Texas.

[tordenvejr]

be terrified, but open your arms

[ratfuck]

fuck all philosophy except for whatever the hell Diogenes was trying to teach

[girl-debord]

a world of interconnected systems of control that is made appealing thru the fetish of technological progress is a bad thing and you can’t make it good

[everything-in-black]

“Go and love someone exactly as they are. And then watch how quickly they transform into the greatest, truest version of themselves. When one feels seen and appreciated in their own essence, one is instantly empowered.”

— Wes Angelozzi (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[solsticestudy]

me: wants to be multilingual, a musical prodigy, an artist, an author, a poet, an honour student, working in a well-paying job, successful and happy

me: sits on my couch eating three(3) party-sized bags of salt and vinegar potato chips and watching thirty-one(31) episodes of my favourite tv show in one sitting

[gumtooth]

the sun has no business tapping out at the tender hour of 5pm bitch i have depression

[wordsnquotes]

I’d woken up early, and I took a long time getting ready to exist.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via wordsnquotes)

[galacticjerk]

why tf do I get so emotional at night. who is this night bitch?? she needs to go to sleep.

[theemotionmachine]

[percyhoneybee]

a concept: me, in my cottage, in front of the wood stove, sipping tea. looking outside, my bees are pollinating my expansive garden. my goats and chickens and cows are happy and safe. i feel content with my choices and my future. i unconditionally and recklessly love myself. the local children believe i am a witch. 

[lifeinpoetry]

—you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.

Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena  (via wethinkwedream)

[purplebuddhaproject]

You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch. Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. Your personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like. If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way. Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference. Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.

Julien Smith

(via purplebuddhaproject)