An artist who stops making art is committing emotional suicide.  Get off the couch and start painting again.

An artist who stops making art is committing emotional suicide.  Get off the couch and start painting again.

ovarytissue:

Redwood♥

ovarytissue:

Redwood♥

thegirlwithgoldeyes:

thegirlwithgoldeyes:

She had curves in all the wrong places. She had a boob sticking out of her kneecap and I’d never seen an ass on the back of someone’s head before

She had legs that went on forever. And ever, and ever. Legs going on into the endless primordial void from which we all came from and to which we shall all return. Her toes touched infinity, her hips perched on the cessation of existence.


what a beautiful person
And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

what a beautiful person

And to the introverted theatre kids, public speakers with social anxiety, and florists with allergies. 

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soulmate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
Monica Drake, Clown Girl  (via cosmofilius)

sincerely-steeny:

galifianafuck:

when you write a sentence and it rhymes

image

why does the picture make perfect sense

sexdrugstucknroll:

The Adventures of Guille and Belinda and the Enigmatic Meaning of their Dreams by Alessandra Sanguinetti

trans-par-en-t:

made transparent by trans-par-en-t

trans-par-en-t:

made transparent by trans-par-en-t