I am constantly in love with how brilliant the ladies in my life are 

"Read the book that has been sitting on your shelf for an eternity. Get up to watch the sunrise every once in a while. Set an alarm that reminds you to make your favorite tea every evening. Save up for a nice set of speakers for the music that is worth listening to. Keep your room clean. Open the windows. Light candles at night. Go outside in the darkness and listen to the wind in the trees. Breathe."

Things I want to remember to do (via skeletales)

(Source: freshcleanfit, via bihh)

"Darling, you’re going to
drape kisses across skin
like colourful fairy lights
and you’re going to have love
so brilliant you don’t
dare turn away.
One day a pair of hands will
guide your body from
arousal to plateau,
from boiling to simmering.
Darling, you’re going to break
and cradle yourself into
solid again. Refract. Bend.
Don’t let the shards of glass
sharpen. Let them melt. Hold on.
Darling, reach for the core,
delay the missiles,
bleed tonnes of nebulas.
The good people will
love you anyways.
Darling, you’re a new
species of magnificent.
You’re still beautiful
even if the boy
doesn’t think so."

jessica therese, “Life Lessons for my Future Daughter” (via contramonte)

(via bihh)

(via worsening-souls)

(…) not violent danger although it can go that far. When a woman rebuffs a man who is following her, she may get slapped or punched.

-Interview with Simone de Beauvoir on “Why I am a Feminist” 

(Source: ifgodwasagirl, via absenceofsomething)

15collection:

She Wanted to Find the Most Perfect Form of Flying (1992)

15collection:

She Wanted to Find the Most Perfect Form of Flying (1992)

(Source: balenchy, via worsening-souls)

rivulet:

The Room, by Hanna Putz for ODE iss.15

rivulet:

The Room, by Hanna Putz for ODE iss.15

(via nubivagination)

"This year I will sleep more and cry more.
I will learn how to listen to my body,
How to feed her when she’s hungry
And not when she is bored, or lonely.
This year is about putting away apologies—
Shaking the old dust out of my bones,
Getting rid of people and places
That have stopped feeling like home.
.
This year is about the deep kind of soul searching
Reserved for brooding men in classic literature.
This year is for falling in love with all the ways
I am able to feel.
My world is vibrant and alive
And to numb myself would be to waste this body
To waste this breath.
.
Somewhere, billions of years ago,
A star died to put the marrow in my bones
And I ought to make good use of that.
.
I am the result of ten million factors all
Working against me ever coming into existence
And I am here anyway.
.
How could I forget that the same skin
That houses all my anxieties also holds
The same kind of rain that fills oceans?
I have a small lightning storm brewing
In the barrel of my ribs,
How could I forget that?
.
This year, I will be kind to my body,
Because she has always been kind to me.
Because she has entire orchestras beneath her fingernails,
And after so many years,
She deserves a good audience.
.
I am too young to feel so old.
This is the year I change that."

This Year, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)

(via burdreams)


by yael ben david, 2010

by yael ben david, 2010

(Source: the-best-of-art.com, via burdreams)

fashion-runways:

Ulyana Sergeenko Spring/Summer RTW 2012

(via burdreams)