A soul-searching young lady.

kaitrokowski:

flaminghobgoblins:

kaitrokowski:

flaminghobgoblins:

Text is from a Kait Rokowski spoken word poem called “New Insults”. 

It’s real good, you should watch that shit

You SHOULD watch that shit.

oh my god. 

(hello)

Hi, I also repost art of my poems. Hope your day is as lovely as your drawing.

“I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.”

—   Christopher Poindexter (via larmoyante)

(Source: psych-facts)

“Being in a relationship ends in one of two ways; breaking up or death. When you think about it like that, love really is doomed from the beginning yet we continue to nearly kill ourselves anyway just to taste it.”

—   Unknown (via psych-facts)
plasmatics-life:

A wonderful autumn weekend - {by Tamás Mester} | {Follow on 500px}

plasmatics-life:

A wonderful autumn weekend - {by Tamás Mester} | {Follow on 500px}

“Forgive the past. It is over. Learn from it and let go. People are constantly changing and growing. Do not cling to a limited, disconnected, negative image of a person in the past. See that person now. Your relationship is always alive and changing.”

—   Messages from the Masters - Brian L. Weiss
drawmeafteryou:

b-undt:

lovegoodtype:

"Stay Humble Hustle Hard" by @jennetsaitquoi #goodtype

罪人 + 情人

Love this!

drawmeafteryou:

b-undt:

lovegoodtype:

"Stay Humble Hustle Hard" by @jennetsaitquoi #goodtype

罪人 + 情人

Love this!

(via amper-sandz)

“Happiness comes from within. It is not dependent on external things or on other people. You become vulnerable and can be easily hurt when your feelings of security and happiness depend on the behavior and actions of other people. Never give your power to anyone else.”

—   Messages from the Masters - Brian L. Weiss

“I fear I’ll die from complications, complications due to things that I’ve left undone
That all my debts will be left unpaid, feel like a cripple without a cane
I’m like a jack of all trades who’s a master of none”

—   The Grand Optimist - City and Colour

Ragged Island

There, there where those black spruces crowd
To the edge of the precipitous cliff,
Above your boat, under the eastern wall of the island;
And no wave breaks; as if
All had been done, and long ago, that needed
Doing; and the cold tide, unimpeded
By shoal or shelving ledge, moves up and down,
Instead of in and out;
And there is no driftwood there, because there is no beach;
Clean cliff going down as deep as clear water can reach;

No driftwood, such as abounds on the roaring shingle,
To be hefted home, for fires in the kitchen stove;
Barrels, banged ashore about the boiling outer harbour;
Lobster-buoys, on the eel-grass of the sheltered cove:

There, thought unbraids itself, and the mind becomes single.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

“We’re all so desperate to be understood,
we forget to be understanding.”

—   Beau Taplin || mutual understanding (via afadthatlastsforever)