I am disgustingly sensitive, far too much to be loved.
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I am disgustingly sensitive, far too much to be loved.
“You are not free until you have no need to impress anybody.”
— Joyce Meyer
i wish my claws were big
my back was strong and my arms were very long
i wish i could carry the weight of both of us and even a bit more
i wish my tiny fingernails weren’t so sore on the way up this tree
i wish i had big sharp claws
Sylvia Plath
the cycle continues until it doesn’t
― Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body
[text ID: To love someone is firstly to confess: I'm prepared to be devastated by you.]
- Vincent Van Gogh
Ikebana (Hiroshi Teshigahara, 1957)
Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother
Actual tears in my eyes.
Chilly base camp to Dhampus Peak. Nepal 1977
CLAIRO Clash Magazine Photographed by Clement Pascal
Clairo for CLASH Magazine by Clement Pascal
Kate Bush in 1982 during the time of her 4th album, The Dreaming.
This was the first album she was credited as the sole producer for her album.
Photographed by her brother John Carder Bush, taken from his book “Kate: Inside the Rainbow”
back to my safe space
you know these moments when a friend just casually says something that validates your friendship, like just refers to something as “our place” or “our thing” and suddenly your heart is auditioning for Cirque du Soleil and days later you’re still thinking about it
“Not only was my heart completely broken But my soul was cracked And evil found its way in”
— lovesaddempty