drawing the curtains & going back to bed = awesome

grief love death hope loss growth rage whining endless endless whining

[nevver]

Peanuts

[throughgrief]

[da-da-sk]

Van Gogh letters

“The sadness will last forever.”

[madness-of-depression-deactivat]

[adipocere]

Hand embroidery on natural linen.

http://shop.lightgreyartlab.com/

[adipocere]

Hand embroidery on natural linen.

http://shop.lightgreyartlab.com/

[soundpony]

What is it about clouds that makes me feel you? Something in the way they float, move and change shape almost imperceptibly, I think it reminds me of the fluidity of energy - of that feeling I get when I think about your dissipation… Of all life’s eventual and ongoing dissipation.

Or is it the way that I can observe the clouds but not experience them? I can watch them from the ground, or through the airplane window, and see them evaporating or expanding, but I can’t ever feel that for myself. I can never know what it feels like to be a cloud. It’s the same sensation as having been able to observe your death but not experience death for myself. Though when I am watching clouds I think I understand your experience more than ever somehow. I think death might be similar to the movement of clouds.

[tylerthrasherart]

Some Hi-resolution photos of the crystallized skull I made for a special client last month. This was a tough one, but I definitely learned a lot about the compound I was using, and how to integrate it in the crystallization process of my smaller specimens!

These are also available on my shop: tylerthrasher.storenvy.com

Instagram: tylerthrasherart

[n-a-r-c-0-t-i-z-e]

[throughgrief]

I didn't spend the entire beautiful Sunday crying in bed, YOU spent the entire beautiful Sunday crying in bed.

[n0vi]

Sense8-

Death doesn’t let you say goodbye

[throughgrief]

[iguanamouth]

i cant think of a caption for this so heres some other sentence: dont leave your unfinished drink on the bus seat because sometimes i sit there and then i gotta deal with your bottle

[wnq-writers]

I feel nostalgic for things that never were.

John Maurer (via s-t-u-p-o-r-e)

[veuveperdue]

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

C.S. Lewis (via veuveperdue)

[rasputinmaxim-deactivated201802]

Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different.

C. S. Lewis (via rasputinmaxim)

[hallon-soda-deactivated20161010]

Haunting cover of Nico’s “These Days” by Annie Clark of St. Vincent.