refreshes:

when your mom calls to give you chores to do

image

(via communistbakery)

It’s so funny, you go to acting school thinking you’re going to learn how to be other people, but really it taught me how to be myself. Because it’s in understanding yourself deeply that you can lend yourself to another person’s circumstances and another person’s experience.

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I’ve felt this way before.
But now, I realize
there is no greater pain
than the frigid waves of sadness
washing over you again.

It starts in your heart,
encasing it in an armor of ice;
its coldness licking at your chest,
its numbness soaking your veins,
its frozen tendrils slowly reaching towards
fingers and toes.
Until, finally,
you are submerged in chilling darkness.

The reason why it must hurt
so much more this time
than last, is that;
before,
I didn’t know just how sweet
or warm
the shoreline’s breath could be.

"It’s hard to feel your body lose itself again,"   - Stephanie Mills (via life-is—for-living)

gothhabibti:

tourmaline2:

A dress designed to change color in the rain, thanks to dye sewn into 
the seams. Created by Sean Kelly, Modeled by Angelica Guillen-Jimenez

sean is so brilliant honestly 

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“Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it; we have something to hide. ” — Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

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my mom was trying to drive us home from the beach and she wanted to stop at this lighthouse, but we got lost on the way back and she pulled over here and it looked so pretty in this sad kind of way

my mom was trying to drive us home from the beach and she wanted to stop at this lighthouse, but we got lost on the way back and she pulled over here and it looked so pretty in this sad kind of way

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In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.

Buddha (via softwaring)

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A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow

the contrast is insane

relevant to my interests

A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow

the contrast is insane

relevant to my interests

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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

Sylvia Plath  (via mirroir)

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