What's Real Can't Die

thepaperheartsociety:

Last night in Sydney, the rain was making rivers of our roads and I could not sleep. Last night my mind was so full of so much stuff that there was no doubt in my mind I only had a matter of minutes before I would actually explode. 

So I sat down. And I picked up my pen. And I put on my music. And I began to draw. 

4 hours later, at 2:30am, I had created twenty palm sized cards and a box in which to store them. During that time I had stopped only twice; once to get a cup of tea, and once to shut my window. For 4 hours my mind was empty. The only thing going through my mind was how to make the perfect shade of light blue, or which size pen to use (I settled on 0.2). I did not think once about money troubles, or rent, or work, or him, or the future, or being sick, or being sad. I was entirely at peace. 

And that’s what I make art.
That’s why I need art.

(via angryasianfeminist)

I ask the sky
Why my life can’t
Be better.
I ask Her why
I can’t get what I want.
I ask the sky
Why it feels like
I’m holding the world
On my shoulders
And my biggest fantasy
These days
Is a full night’s sleep.

I ask the sky
Why people
Are so difficult.
I ask Her
If things will ever
Get better.
I ask Her if I will
Crumble
Under the weight
Of my own emptiness.

I ask the sky
If l will ever
Accomplish anything
If anyone will ever
Love me
If I will ever inspire people
Or if I will stop
Being so afraid of death.

I ask the sky
So many questions.
I think when they float up,

They dissolve into the clouds.


Questions // W.J (via cascadingletters)

(via cascadingletters)

(Source: justnabingaround, via joshpeck)

asylum-art:

Scott Naismith: Cumulus Consonance

Don’t fuck with boys who:

thedangerousautumn:

* are mean to their mothers
* are against feminism
* only want you for your body
* will/are leading you on
* think you owe them something
* think they are entitled to your body

(Source: war-allthetime, via joshpeck)

carvingcasolaterns:

me in school
constancecase:

dream-chaserxo:

Infused in the white bead is water from Mount Everest, the highest point on earth. In the black bead, mud from the Dead Sea, the lowest point on earth. Separating the two beads are clear beads, representative of the story we all have to tell. Life moves through cycles, find your balance.
"Sometimes you’re on top of the world, stay humble. Sometimes you’ve hit a low, stay hopeful.”

Best present ever

constancecase:

dream-chaserxo:

Infused in the white bead is water from Mount Everest, the highest point on earth. In the black bead, mud from the Dead Sea, the lowest point on earth. Separating the two beads are clear beads, representative of the story we all have to tell. Life moves through cycles, find your balance.

"Sometimes you’re on top of the world, stay humble. Sometimes you’ve hit a low, stay hopeful.

Best present ever

(via norwichnightline)

Everybody has goals, aspirations or whatever, and everybody has been at a point in their life where nobody believed in them.

Eminem (via infamoussayings)

you might think no one else thinks like you, or hasn’t gone through what you are going through, but you are wrong. people have been in the place where you have been. you probably look up to them now. people are in the place you are in but they, just like you, feel like you do now. average minded individuals are too negative to believe in the possibility of things. they don’t need to believe you, and you don’t need them around. 

(via theambitiouswoman)

(via theambitiouswoman)

styleenvious:

onefitmodel:

vouguez:

thotfox:

margauxbrooke:

Paris Fashion Week- Model Mayhem
Written on the wall of Chanel’s headquarters in Paris, by a fellow model no doubt.
This is kind of amazing. Preach on sista!

I love whoever wrote this

you go girls

perfect tho

could have been a boy

styleenvious:

onefitmodel:

vouguez:

thotfox:

margauxbrooke:

Paris Fashion WeekModel Mayhem

Written on the wall of Chanel’s headquarters in Paris, by a fellow model no doubt.

This is kind of amazing. Preach on sista!

I love whoever wrote this

you go girls

perfect tho

could have been a boy

(via ppanacea)

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