SHE DEVIL

things that make me genuinely happy:

polaroids
sushi
vintage bikes
bike rides
tea sets
tea
cats
receiving letters in the mail
receiving flowers
receiving cute gifts etc
babies
BOOKS.
ciaraaaaaaaaa-deactivated201109:

vintage floral nails by ashleyTIA, on Flickr

ciaraaaaaaaaa-deactivated201109:

vintage floral nails by ashleyTIA, on Flickr

sexistappeal:

[Image: Photo of a white circle of fabric with words embroidered in cursive, “miss you”]
ellemenoh:

(via design is mine : isn’t it lovely?: thought of the day : absense.)

sexistappeal:

[Image: Photo of a white circle of fabric with words embroidered in cursive, “miss you”]

ellemenoh:

(via design is mine : isn’t it lovely?: thought of the day : absense.)

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audreyhepburncomplex:

bbook:
YOUR OLDEST FEARS ARE THE WORST ONESJenny Holzer / NYC, 1982

audreyhepburncomplex:

bbook:

YOUR OLDEST FEARS ARE THE WORST ONES
Jenny Holzer / NYC, 1982

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One liners.

MY FEET CRACKLING SPLINTERS

 

LITTLE STAB STEPS

THE VIOLENT BEAR IT AWAY.

FROM THE DAYS OF JOHN THE BAPTIST UNTIL NOW, THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN SUFFERETH VIOLENCE, AND THE VIOLENT BEAR IT AWAY. Matthew 11:12

The old man, who said he was a prophet, had raised the boy to expect the Lord’s call himself and to be prepared for the day he would hear it. He had schooled him in the evils that befall prophets; in those that came from the world, which are trifling, and those that come from the Lord and burn the prophet clean; for he himself had been burned clean and burned clean again. He had learned by fire.

Then one morning he saw  to his joy a finger of fire coming out of it and before he could turn, before he could shout, the finger had touched him and the destruction he had been waiting for had fallen in his own brain and body. His own blood had been burned dry and not the blood of the world.

The voice sounded like a stranger’s voice, as if death had changed him instead of his great uncle.

“This is the end of us all,” the old man said with satisfaction, his gravel voice hearty in the coffin.

“The world was made for the dead. Think of all the dead there are,” he said, and then as if he had conceived the answer for  all the insolence in the world, he said, “There’s a million times more dead than living and the dead are a dead million times longer than the living are alive,” and he released him with a laugh.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Virginia Woolf (via tarabritni)

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