October 21st, 2014
October 20th, 2014

art-life-architecture:

Mount Fuji flower festival, Japan.

(via ashes-fall)

October 19th, 2014
Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.
Jeffrey EugenidesMiddlesex (via feellng)

(via englishmajorinrepair)

animus-inviolabilis:

Georgia O’Keeffe - Hands and Horse Skull
Alfred Stieglitz
1931

animus-inviolabilis:

Georgia O’Keeffe - Hands and Horse Skull

Alfred Stieglitz

1931

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October 17th, 2014

(Source: methexys, via plantandmineral)

To hold our tongues when everyone is gossiping, to smile without hostility at people and institutions, to compensate for the shortage of love in the world with more love in small, private matters; to be more faithful in our work, to show greater patience, to forgo the cheap revenge obtainable from mockery and criticism: all these are things we can do.
Hermann Hesse (via splitterherzen)

Yes.

(Source: thecalminside, via jswillems)

October 16th, 2014
Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.
And you are strong.
October 10th, 2014
no-unloving-words:

maddieonthings:
I had to come see about this new baby named Miles my sister keeps talking about… I’m an Uncle! 

no-unloving-words:

maddieonthings:

I had to come see about this new baby named Miles my sister keeps talking about… I’m an Uncle! 

(via wiildantlers)

No amount of anxiety makes any difference to anything that is going to happen.
Alan Watts - How To Melt Anxiety. (via blackened—lungs)

(via f0lklaur)

Mi locura es sagrada, no la toquen.

Salvador Dalí

  • Translation: My madness is sacred, do not touch it. 

(via wordsnquotes)

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ageofdistress:

Kavita Shah

ageofdistress:

Kavita Shah

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October 7th, 2014
futurefuckhead:

Hey #oneonta why are you such a babe?

futurefuckhead:

Hey #oneonta why are you such a babe?

(via luckyfallingstars)

October 6th, 2014

If you are female, expressing hatred for your own body is not just acceptable, it’s practically de rigeur. Failure to indulge in the requisite amount of self-flagellation – my thighs! my skin! my face! – isn’t just negligent, it’s unfeminine. Self-hatred is fundamental to how femininity is constructed, more fundamental than any of the more obvious external symbols (dress, make-up, shoes). What matters is not that you are beautiful, but you know your place in the beauty hierarchy (and since every woman ages, every woman’s place will eventually be somewhere at the bottom).

Young women are encouraged to bond over their dislike of excess body hair, surplus flesh and “uneven” skin. They are meant to do so in a jovial way, egged on by perky adverts informing them what “real women” do: worry about having underarms beautiful enough for a sleeveless top, celebrate curves with apologetic booty shakes and cackle ruefully over miserable Sex-and-the-City-style lunches of Ryvita and Dulcolax. It’s a gendered ritual; men get football and booze, women get control pants and detoxes. We are supposed, of course, to be grateful. Hey, you don’t have to be perfect! Just know you’re not perfect and act accordingly, with the appropriate levels of guilt and shame!

Fairy tale after fairy tale tells us that what matters is being beautiful “on the inside” but what does that really mean? It means submission, obedience and the suppression of one’s own desires. Don’t be haughty and proud. Clean the hearth. Kiss the frog. Love the beast. Suck it up when you’re replaced by a younger model. Sure, you may look fine, but you mustn’t feel fine. You mustn’t be vain. You mustn’t be angry. All fury and pain must be turned back on itself. That way you’ll be a real princess: silent, fragile and never threatening to challenge the status quo.