“Odd witch out”
by Angela Deane

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“Odd witch out”
by Angela Deane
A pet grave in a pet cemetery located at Exbury Gardens.
aw my heart wasn’t prepared for this
David Lynch
Really feeling these.
One day I will forgive you; until then there are scabs everywhere that you have touched me.
Salvador Plascencia, The People of Paper (via thelovejournals)
Elke Frotscher
Itzcuintli Dog With Me, Frida Kahlo
period.
(a photo series shot by sisters rupi and prabh kaur. art direction by rupi kaur.)
i bleed each month to help make humankind a possibility. my womb is home to the divine. a source of life for our species. whether i choose to create or not. but very few times it is seen that way. in older civilizations this blood was considered holy. in some it still is. but a majority of people. societies. and communities shun this natural process. some are more comfortable with the pornification of women. the sexualization of women. the violence and degradation of women than this. they cannot be bothered to express their disgust about all that. but will be angered and bothered by this. we menstruate and they see it as dirty. attention seeking. sick. a burden. as if this process is less natural than breathing. as if it is not a bridge between this universe and the last. as if this process is not love. labour. life. selfless and strikingly beautiful.
FAV POST EVER
I am moved every time i see/read this piece.
honestly … i am awful
I WANT A SOFT LOVE
ARE YOU UP?
UNDER THE WEATHER
The beginning of a series!
It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.
Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd (via violentwavesofemotion)