we're not kids anymore.
titsay
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occasionally subtle
KIROKAZE
pixel skylines
Andulka
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
tannertan36
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styofa doing anything
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Xuebing Du
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Kaledo Art
roma★
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@twobunchesofviolets-blog
twinkle twinkle little star
why is art so fuCKING HARD
#up above the world so high#i cant draw the OTHER EYE
twinkle twinkle little FUCK
dammit
what the-
I give up.
fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
it got better
twobunchesofviolets
Eat, sleep, screw your heart out, sing hallelujah.
(via hiddlestughn)
Barbra kingsolver, prodigal summer
Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen. All secrets are witnessed.
Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer (via iknowyouvecometokillme)
"Damned thing, self-consciousness, like a pitiful stray dog tagging you down the road- so hard to shake off. So easy to get back."
~Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer
People in Appalachia insisted that the mountains breathed, and it was true: the steep hollow behind the farmhouse took up one long, slow inhalation every morning and let it back down through their open windows and across the field through evening—just one full, deep breath every day. When Lusa first visited Cole here she’d listened to talk of mountains breathing with a tolerant smile. She had some respect for the poetry of country people’s language, if not for the veracity of their perceptions: mountains breathe, and a snake won’t die till the sun goes down, even if you chop off its head. If a snapping turtle gets a hold of you, he won’t let go till it thunders. But when she married Cole and moved her life into this house, the inhalations of Zebulon Mountain touched her face all morning, and she finally understood.
Prodigal Summer, Barbara Kingsolver (via danithebelcher)
Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.
Barbara Kingsolver, from Prodigal Summer (thanks, alicesyellowdaisies)
Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer
Everything tastes better after midnight.
<3 Keep QPOC in media (and keep them alive and happy, dangit)! >|
I fully intend to sleep like the dead tonight. Not as the dead sleep but deep and dreamless; rejuvenating sleep. All I want is some peace.
What if I told you I’m incapable of tolerating my own heart?
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day (via volaream)
killer realizations:
there is literally nothing you can do as a black person to avoid racism from non-black people
there is no way for black people to enjoy their culture publicly without the threat of it being ganked from us
big mac sauce is just thousand island dressing and thousand island dressing is just ketchup, mayo, and relish
seen on rebloggy.com/funny gif
Kit King ON TUMBLR
TRANSITORY
I would love something like this as a tattoo
Earth-River ~ By Anuchit
