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vrban:

Mikhail Vrubel, The Artist’s Left Hand, 1882-83. Black chalk and charcoal on paper, 18.6 x 26.8 cm. The Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg. 

vrban:

Mikhail VrubelThe Artist’s Left Hand, 1882-83. Black chalk and charcoal on paper, 18.6 x 26.8 cm. The Russian Museum, Saint Petersburg. 

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"There isn’t enough darkness in all the world to snuff out the light of one little candle."
Gautama Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
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whitedad:

what doesn’t kill you doesn’t kill you

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16o:

Some of the hundreds of love letters I found at an abandoned mansion in Cornwall 2013

16o:

Some of the hundreds of love letters I found at an abandoned mansion in Cornwall 2013

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myheadtheground:

notsolodolo:

"And since we all came from a I woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”
- Tupac Shakur 

Tears


Love

myheadtheground:

notsolodolo:

"And since we all came from a I woman

Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman

I wonder why we take from our women

Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?

I think it’s time to kill for our women

Time to heal our women, be real to our women

And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies

That will hate the ladies, that make the babies

And since a man can’t make one

He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one

So will the real men get up

I know you’re fed up ladies, but keep your head up”

- Tupac Shakur 

Tears

Love

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humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."
(Mexico City, Mexico)

humansofnewyork:

"I think all the pressure that I put on myself has been paralyzing. When I graduated from high school, a lot of people wrote in my yearbook: ‘You’re going to do great things,’ or ‘I know you’re going to make it big.’ I realized recently that with all the time I spent trying to figure out what my ‘big thing’ was going to be, I passed over a lot of small things that could have really added up. The moment I became content with taking small steps, I started moving forward again."

(Mexico City, Mexico)

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Early in the mornin’Early in the mornin’I’m callin’ you toI’m callin’ you toPlease come homeYes, I could make it without youIf I just did not feel so all alone

Early in the mornin’
Early in the mornin’
I’m callin’ you to
I’m callin’ you to
Please come home
Yes, I could make it without you
If I just did not feel so all alone

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"He calls me a whore, a slut, he says I’m his only love, and that’s what he ought to say, and what you do say when you just let things say themselves, when you let the body alone, to seek and find and take what it likes, and then everything is right, and nothing’s wasted, the waste is covered over and all is swept away in the torrent, in the force of desire. I asked him to do it again and again. Do it to me. And he did, did it in the unctuousness of blood. And it really was unto death. It has been unto death."
Marguerite Duras, from The Lover (via violentwavesofemotion)

Wow, beautiful

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