No, telling you to fuck off is not ‘being a right fucking woman’ its me telling you to shut your fucking mouth because I’m not a doormat and I’ve had it with your shit.  

Proserpina

inana-lareina:

Afar away the light that brings cold cheer
Unto this wall, - one instant and no more
Admitted at my distant palace-door
Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear
Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here.
Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey
That chills me: and afar how far away,
The nights that shall become the days that were.

Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing
Strange ways in thought, and listenfor a sign:
And still some heart unto some soul doth pine,
O, Whose sounds mine inner sense in fain to bring,
Continually together murmuring) —
‘Woe me for thee, unhappy Proserpine’.
— D. G. Rossetti

  • writing isn't ART
    people:
  • digital art isn't ART
    people:
  • photography isn't ART
    people:
  • video-making isn't ART
    people:
  • animation isn't ART
    people:
  • music isn't ART
    people:
  • theater isn't ART
    people:
  • if I paint the Mona Lisa with your blood would that be ART
    me:

carry-on-my-wayward-butt:

radiumshine:

cptprocrastination:

BABIES

OH NO BABIES

whispers the babies

takeoffyourpantsandjagket:

sitting in silence with your best friend is actually really nice because youre together and youre just happy to be together even if the both of you are just scrolling through tumblr and twitter because you occasionally point something else to the other person and laugh and maybe talk but youre just comfortable and together and thats enough