gaksdesigns:

Kate Powell
❝ Nobody will ever love you as much as an artist can. On your worst days, they will find poetry in the knots of your hair.
That Could Have Been Me (k.p.k). (via nyu-tah)

(Source: towritepoems, via esbatm)

❝ [H]iding how you really feel and trying to make everyone happy doesn’t make you nice, it just makes you a liar.
— Jenny O’Connell, The Book of Luke (via observando)
❝ There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via c-oquetry)

THIS BOOK IS OVERWHELMINGLY SAD AND BEAUTIFUL

(via ov-ergrown)

(Source: larmoyante, via sydnyrella)

❝ How nice — to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via observando)
gaksdesigns:

Artist Kit King
beltsquid:

woodelf68:

smw006:

This looks like the type of horse that will lure you onto his back and then carry you into a lake.

Kelpie. Or possibly a Pooka. Do not trust horses who show up in the middle of nowhere and seem to want to give you a ride.

If you’re exceptionally unlucky it’s an each-uisge

Up until my second year of high school,
I allowed myself to believe that I wasn’t like other girls
as if there was something fundamentally wrong with other girls
that I had to disinherit.

I used ‘girly girl’ as an insult
like the carefully applied foundation, the long-learned eyeliner
the too-bright lipstick they nearly missed their bus to put on
made them less.

Unlearning was a slow process that I’m still slogging through.
I catch myself raising my eyebrows at a girl on the other side of the room
and have to make myself remember it doesn’t mean shit.
Femininity is not a synonym with stupid or frivolous or weak;
I’ve seen girls who can shiv with a high-heel and look great doing it
or they can sweat and grunt and spit and not give a damn either way.

Your worth is not a win-or-lose depending on if your skirt goes below your knees.

Whether makeup or a bare face or fake eyelashes so heavy you have to squint
a long dress or inch-long skirt or jeans that rip at the knee or shorts that flash your underwear
dreadlocks or metal ear-stretchers or leggings without pants or bedazzled neon nails
bikini or burqa or hair shaved in strips or long plaid shirts
a hoodie that needed washing three weeks ago or dangling earrings or worn out sneakers
a scarf to hide your adam’s apple or sunglasses that cover half your face
braces or glasses or pigtails or a jagged pink mohawk or eighteen clearly visible tattoos-

Wear it as battle armour.

— 'You'll Get Shit For It Anyway,' theappleppielifestyle. (via theappleppielifestyle)

(via vteck)

❝ I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
— Frida Kahlo, from an unsent letter to Diego Rivera (via redwinerivers)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via melancholymartyrs)

jeshykur:

must enjoy the sun, must enjoy the sea on We Heart It.
❝ …and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.
— Gillian Flynn (via uglypnis)

(via melancholymartyrs)