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Cyprien Gaillard - Real Remnants Of Fictive Wars II, 2004

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Not all toxic people are cruel and uncaring. Some of them love us dearly. Many of them have good intentions. Most are toxic to our being simply because their needs and way of existing in the world force us to compromise ourselves and our happiness. They aren’t inherently bad people, but they aren’t the right people for us. And as hard as it is, we have to let them go. Life is hard enough without being around people who bring you down, and as much as you care, you can’t destroy yourself for the sake of someone else. You have to make your wellbeing a priority. Whether that means breaking up with someone you care about, loving a family member from a distance, letting go of a friend, or removing yourself from a situation that feels painful — you have every right to leave and create a safer space for yourself.

— Daniell Koepke (via internal-acceptance-movement)

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Kinda pointless to fight for what you want when what you want continues to break your heart.

—  Molly McAdams, Stealing Harper  (via c-oquetry)

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Mini paintings on cedar by Cathy McMurray on Etsy

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I think what I need
Is to be absolutely quiet.
And let the storm
Passes by.
None can be heard
In the rain


Reading old messages is the quickest way to hate.
I’m not fond of how much negativity I harbor these days but I’m allowing myself to feel hatred.
Hate is the quickest way to reach the extremity of pain.
You used to love me.
I repeat.
You used to love me.
And now you don’t.
Look how much it hurts.
Look how much I want to hate you.

Is how much I loved you.
And still do.

But when the tender love comes rushing in, instead of happiness, I feel like I can explode with anger

But most of all
When I lie here quietly
I’m very disappointed in you.


I feel as though I’ve lost them.
And I’m sad.
But I’m mostly angry.
Like Julian Barnes said, this is the anger at the universe.
I want to cry it all out.

Looking at my hand now full of tattoos I realize sometimes you can’t change what has happened and you gotta learn to live with it, your decision. I’m not regretting the tats, I’m loving them, they show me that I’ve changed into something else, someone else and I suppose that’s how I subconsciously felt when I decided to get them.

Like scars inflicted upon body parts and soul by our own decisions.
We did not see it coming but they are beautiful anyway. The pain, the experience. My best friend just went through something worse than anything I’ve ever been through. Objectively I suppose the pain and distress she has gone through is worse than mine but at the same time I’ve learned not to compare. People grieve in different ways, “they grieve in characters”.


The closing words of James Joyce’s Ulysses, used in a film by Angel Vergara.Happy Bloomsday!


The closing words of James Joyce’s Ulysses, used in a film by Angel Vergara.

Happy Bloomsday!

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I am that clumsy human.
Always loving, loving, loving.
And loving. Never leaving.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via poetisch)

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