cr41g:

We live in a pretty fucked up society. This all relates back to a bunch of “boys will be boys” mentality from parents. I get so pissed when I hear that. Like fuck bad parenting. ugh. This world. 

On a positive not there are still decent people out there and it’s our job to try to be the best human beings we can and teach others to do the same.

(Source: adventuringasnotagrownup)



polyverse:

ALWAYS REBLOG

(Source: fred---astaire)



Find a beautiful piece of art. If you fall in love with Van Gogh or Matisse or John Oliver Killens, or if you fall love with the music of Coltrane, the music of Aretha Franklin, or the music of Chopin - find some beautiful art and admire it, and realize that that was created by human beings just like you, no more human, no less.
Maya Angelou, you will be missed. (via hydeordie)


likeafieldmouse:

Ruth Thorne-Thomson - Within This Garden (published 1993)



Katharine Hepburn in Morning Glory (1933)

(Source: fortheloothoney)



A downward spiral
is its own adventure.
You discover aspects
of yourself that cannot
be seen in the sunlight.

You experience the way
your body cools in the shade,
only to warm up again when
you absorb the pain and
use it to ascend once more.


I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday.
Lemony Snicket  (via blackbruise)

(Source: larmoyante)



If you were the only person on this planet, do you think you would create a language just to talk to yourself in? Would you teach it to me if I came back for you? I love the way your hands don’t know where they’re going until they end up there. Maybe this would be easier if we still got to be happy all the time, but things don’t work like that. I want the carnival in you. I want to be on top of the Ferris wheel watching my toes curl. You’re cotton candy melting in my mouth, and I don’t care about cavities today. I want to know what your favorite person’s voice sounds like. I want to know if its anything like mine. I almost lost you while running through all those mazes back there, but I found a safe place for us to rest. Here. Here is the brave in me. Here is the soft. Here is the wicked.There are sirens in the distance but I don’t think they’re for us. My knuckles swallowed glass and they’re bleeding all over you, but you’re still not moving. Baby, you look so beautiful when you’re not giving up on me. Thank you for staying that way when you don’t have to. Thank you for staying at all.
Y.Z., you’re the kingdom I made up in my head (via aestheticintrovert)


likeafieldmouse:

Egon Schiele - Couple (1909)

likeafieldmouse:

Egon Schiele - Couple (1909)