Tragedy Is Sewn Into Your Soul

Est ‘97

[santa-ana-winds]

[landsccape]

[santa-ana-winds]

[santa-ana-winds]

[expressions-of-nature]

by Mikhail Ioannisian

[thequotespot]

“i kept trying to fix things that i didn’t break, just because i didn’t want to lose them.”

[remanence-of-love]

[atrusovaartist]

“Tulip Road” — Acrylic on canvas, 50×60 cm (2025)

Sometimes the path appears only when you start walking —

a soft curve of light, a little fog, a breath of colour guiding you forward.

I painted this piece with heavy impasto and very fine graphic lines, letting the tulips glow as if the morning dew is still holding onto them.

A quiet road of spring, where everything is waking up at once.

Thank you for wandering here with me. 💗🌸

— A.Trusova

(reblogs appreciated — they really help artists)

[lagriffedemaho]

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

Plum blossoms in quyuanfenghe, west lake, hangzhou, china (photos by 炎真，Eclare）

[scamguy]

i would like to officially thank sesame for its seeds, its oil, and of course its street

[nature-travel-photography]

Mesa Arch Moonrise Eye - Author: Puzhio

[importantpics]

[landsccape]

[quotefeeling]

“My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.”

— Jillian Medoff, Hunger Point.

[nush-writes]

I no longer wish for anything. I no longer wish to be loved, to be heard or seen, to be understood. I no longer wish for my suffering to end. I no longer wish to do or be anything. I no longer wish to dream. I am no longer, me.

[nush-writes]

If I do not win the battle, the battle I fight with myself day and night, remember that I had the potential, and I tried with all my might. My tender heart, couldn't take the weight. It was crushed from the hopes I carried. My eyes are heavy, from dreams I have dreamt. If I never achieve them, please bury them with me. They meant everything to me, but somehow, I was too weak. I was too broken, to try again.