Five: Twenty

Lisa Atkinson.
Watch my head implode in slow motion.

I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.

—Pablo Neruda (via observando)

I stopped calling myself a pacifist when I heard Gandhi told women they should not physically fight off their rapists.

—Andrea Gibson “Etiquette Leash” (via sonnywortziks)

(Source: awkwordanimals, via departuresarrivals)

The (500) Days of Summer attitude of “He wants you so bad” seems attractive to some women and men, especially younger ones, but I would encourage anyone who has a crush on my character to watch it again and examine how selfish he is. He develops a mildly delusional obsession over a girl onto whom he projects all these fantasies. He thinks she’ll give his life meaning because he doesn’t care about much else going on in his life. A lot of boys and girls think their lives will have meaning if they find a partner who wants nothing else in life but them. That’s not healthy. That’s falling in love with the idea of a person, not the actual person.

—Joseph Gordon-Levitt  (via calmitate)

(Source: la-belle-laide, via departuresarrivals)


"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."
- Our Bodies, Ourselves.


"People are perfectly happy to see women as sex objects, but the actual biologic of our bodies is apparently gross and unmentionable."

Our Bodies, Ourselves.

(via wiitch-hazell)

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile.

—e.e. cummings (via observando)

  • Aztec priest: nice nice, so you a virgin?

Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

—Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems (via observando)



great comic anyone wanna credit the fucking artist or anything 

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Silent Comics: The Secret of Life by Ileana Surducan

Ileana Surducan is a Romanian artist based in Cluj-Napoca, Romania. Her interests include children’s book illustration, comics, character design and ceramics. “This is [from] a collection of silent comics, done in digital media and watercolors. They explore the power of visual images to narrate without the help of words, yet bringing to the viewer a meaning that goes beyond the sum of the depicted things. They try to surprise the lector by unexpected twists of the story, or by playing with visual codes, employing them in new ways and therefore stepping into the realm of the extraordinary.”

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