slaughterhouse90210:

“They didn’t deserve her. No high school boy did. She was better than that, Sylvia knew, bigger and better and ready to shed her skin like a snake.”—Emma Straub, The Vacationers

slaughterhouse90210:

“They didn’t deserve her. No high school boy did. She was better than that, Sylvia knew, bigger and better and ready to shed her skin like a snake.”
—Emma Straub, The Vacationers

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

- ― Rachel Carson (via projectunbreakable)

helicewen:

Death prone, 2014. graphite and acrylic on paper.
Original drawing available http://helicewen.bigcartel.com

helicewen:

Death prone, 2014. graphite and acrylic on paper.

Original drawing available http://helicewen.bigcartel.com

Both Jannah and Jahannam were made for sinners. Jahannam was made for the arrogant sinner, whereas Jannah was made for the repentant sinner.

-

Tawfique Chowdhury

Originally found on: beautifulpatienceforever

(via islamic-art-and-quotes)

victoriousvocabulary:

IGNAVIA
[noun]
1. idleness; sloth; indolence; laziness; inactivity.
2. cowardice, worthlessness.
Etymology: Italian from ignāvia.
[Lee Price]

victoriousvocabulary:

IGNAVIA

[noun]

1. idleness; sloth; indolence; laziness; inactivity.

2. cowardice, worthlessness.

Etymology: Italian from ignāvia.

[Lee Price]

(Source: avinidus)

ileftmyheartintokyo:

錦糸町 by Shoji Kawabata. a.k.a. strange_ojisan on Flickr.

ileftmyheartintokyo:

錦糸町 by Shoji Kawabata. a.k.a. strange_ojisan on Flickr.

In the moment just before giving, I am loved.

- Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

ileftmyheartintokyo:

Ring out the bells again, Like we did when spring began by nekojimakeibu on Flickr.

ileftmyheartintokyo:

Ring out the bells again, Like we did when spring began by nekojimakeibu on Flickr.

I begin to spend time outside my body without falling over. At these times I feel blurred, as if there are two of me, one superimposed on the other, but imperfectly. There’s an edge of transparency, and beside it a rim of solid flesh that’s without feeling, like a scar. I can see what’s happening, I can hear what’s being said to me, but I don’t have to pay any attention. My eyes are open but I’m not there. I’m off to the side.

- Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

In a way I admired her. I admired her lack of compunction, the courage of her bad manners, the energy of simple rage. Throwing a bag of spaghetti had a simplicity to it, a recklessness, a careless grandeur. It got things over with. I was a long way, then, from being able to do anything like it myself.

- Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)

streetartsf:

Decisions and Review.
Unknown.
Clarion Alley @ Mission Street in San Francisco, CA

streetartsf:

Decisions and Review.

Unknown.

Clarion Alley @ Mission Street in San Francisco, CA