all-things-fcked:

Follow for all things beautifully disturbed.

the-elements-of-life:

http://the-elements-of-life.tumblr.com/ - Magical, Nature and sometimes Boho. ☽☉☾

(Source: rasluka17)

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ponderation:

Lightening Swirl by Chris Rathore

junkerdesigns:

Junker gutter vest.

heartmehateme:

shoutout to the friends that still like me

all two of you

stonedbabygirl:

look

(Source: awwww-cute)

brain-food:

Me arriving at the gates of hell.

(Source: dyinglolita)

flamingno:

the sims facebook page just posted this and i’m scared

This is too relevant to me right now…

“I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I’d better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this. Sick with conflict, destructive negative emotions, frozen into disintegration I was, refusing to articulate, to spew forth these emotions - they festered in me, growing big, distorted, like pus-bloated sores. Small problems, mentions of someone else’s felicity, evidence of someone else’s talents, frightened me, making me react hollowly, fighting jealousy, envy, hate. Feeling myself fall apart, decay, rot, and the laurels wither and fall away, and my past sins and omissions strike me with full punishment and import. All this, all this foul, gangrenous, sludge ate away at my insides. Silent, insidious.”

-sylvia plath

I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive.
— Sylvia Plath (via viviling)

rushburner:

I’ve become a slave to the emotions created from magical melodies

spaece:

more here

(Source: b3ving3t-wolves)