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“Men fear witches because they take their power from the earth without poisoning the soil.”

—   (via voodoofingers)

(Source: howitzerliterarysociety, via voodoofingers)

nevver:

Every week is Shark Week

I like to give updates about my shark to no one in particular.
"I knew he’d like this character because he doesn’t speak."
"We talked about symmetry for an hour before I realized who I was talking to."
"He asked me a question brusquely for the first time in months and we were both stunned."
I just like knowing that some parts of him are changing because I’m terrified that it’ll all fall apart.

nevver:

Every week is Shark Week

I like to give updates about my shark to no one in particular.

"I knew he’d like this character because he doesn’t speak."

"We talked about symmetry for an hour before I realized who I was talking to."

"He asked me a question brusquely for the first time in months and we were both stunned."

I just like knowing that some parts of him are changing because I’m terrified that it’ll all fall apart.

red-lipstick:

Hope Gangloff (b. 1974, Amityville, NY, USA) - Cigi Pedi    Paintings: Acrylics

the night of many gifts and pushing my body to do what it was made for— decay

red-lipstick:

Hope Gangloff (b. 1974, Amityville, NY, USA) - Cigi Pedi    Paintings: Acrylics

the night of many gifts and pushing my body to do what it was made for— decay

(Source: hopegangloff.com, via violatevioletlimbo)

lazyyogi:

August deserves to be its own season. 

explore-blog:

If you read one thing today, make it James Baldwin on the creative process and the artist’s responsibility to society.

explore-blog:

If you read one thing today, make it James Baldwin on the creative process and the artist’s responsibility to society.

nevver:

There is no antidote to the uncertainty

I can’t write as well as I used to. I used to be all impulse and raw nerve; now I am more interested in holding my cards to my chest.

Talent, I’m learning, is a muscle that atrophies.

(Source: coolkidsdietoo, via fuckyeah1990s)

I am tired of childhood and nostalgia. That place doesn’t exist anymore.

(Source: valse-septembre, via fuckyeah1990s)

I’m so tired/I’ve been tired

asylum-art:

Margriet Smulder

Margriet Smulders’ intoxicating and smouldering flowers represent contradictions between the mind and the body, between science and intuítion, between dark and light, nirwana and  samsara, modesty and voluptousness maybe all brought together by the heart. Her photographs are exposed to particular canvases such as metallic, Cibachrome, as well as water color paper, which give off the reflected illuminated look of a painting. Be sure to check out Margriet’s previous feature from January 2013.