But, revisiting old photos of my forced smiling facade. The weight of the sorrow in my eyes suffocates me.
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I could recognise him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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Welcome new followers!
If you’re an artist please reblog with a piece of your fav art, especially so I can follow you back :D.
I’m looking to be more active on this community.
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Que bonita está la App de Tumblr ✨
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When someone left your lips aching from desire and leaves you empty
is the first sign of future violence.
I am going to call it denial or loneliness
- is not easy to be attached to heaven
or to hell
or even to earth
when you learned that freedom
was your first love.
Yes, on Sunday’s, everyone needs someone
we are all bewitched in this wicked game.
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I finallyyyyyy had some time to sketch today, I’m trying to make more time for things that bring me joy… like tits
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When Vincent Van Gogh said, "And then I have nature and art and poetry, and if that's not enough, what is enough?" and when Bansky said, "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable." and when Friedrich Nietzsche said, "We have art in order not to die of the truth."
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