I'm Going To *remembers Suicide Is Often Not A Desire For Death Itself But Rather An Attempt To Radically

thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again

i love when random tumblr users find my blog and go through it liking and reblogging everything in a frenzy, it feels like i’ve been cultivating a nice backyard with a lovely birdbath and feeder and i’ve glanced out the window to see a bird going absolutely wild with it

The poets I delight in are possessed by their poems as by the rhythms of their own breathing.

Sylvia Plath, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams; from ‘Context’

BEE LB, from "friction polish"

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What happens when you take a break at an animal rescue.

(via Reddit)

hello all my beautiful tortured angels how are we today

—No Matter The Wreckage, Sarah Kay

Are You Coming? - Trina Teoh