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I seriously have days where I do not feel capable of getting up and leaving my bed, but then I think “Pablo and Frida probably had moments like this. But they did amazing things and still had beautiful, scary and boundless thoughts. They created things that I am constantly in awe of. And if they could get up despite having days like this, then I should be able to summon their love and encouraging energy (that I know is still left in this world) and get up now.” And then I lay there for two or three more minutes and finally get up.


Art is wild. Art is everything. I can honestly say I would not exist right now if it weren’t for art. I have sobbed over pieces and angrily struggled with so many different works of art. I have left places because of the emotions or impressions it caused. And I can honestly say that I have never felt passion in anything like I do with art- experiencing it, creating it, admiring it, etc. other than in beautifully rare occasions when passion and intimacy intertwine outside of art.


The Daughter’s Portrait (detail) - Louise Elisabeth Vigée Le Brun.


Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

Anonymous: The girl I knew in elementary school that was horse obsessed broke her ribs in a riding competition and missed the majority of the fourth grade...ha.

omfg. that’s so crazy. horses are powerful beings and should be respected highly!!!

(that means don’t ride them- they aren’t a mechanical mode of transportation or toys. be nice to horses, don’t ride them.)


I feel like we’ve all known a girl in elementary school that was obsessed with horses


I wish bill nye was my dad

Vincent van Gogh, Wheat Field with Cypresses, 1889


sounds I like:

-when trains are slowing down, heard from a far off distance. 

-the *pink* a bat makes when it hits a baseball.

-the soft noise my dogs collar makes when she moves.

-when my neighbor’s screen doors slam shut.

-my shoes scraping against rough concrete steps. 

-a match being lit.

-water boiling on the stove