la poubelle

couture-macabre —>
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"  each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness.   wherever his hand has lain there is a tiny purple blemish.     each part is a blossom under his touch to which the fibers of her being stem one by one, each to its end, until the whole field is a white desire, empty, a single stem; a cluster, flower by flower, a pious wish to whiteness gone over—    or nothing. ” 


          -w.c. williams

" each flower is a hand’s span
of her whiteness. wherever his hand has lain there is a tiny purple blemish. each part is a blossom under his touch to which the fibers of her being stem one by one, each to its end, until the whole field is a white desire, empty, a single stem; a cluster, flower by flower, a pious wish to whiteness gone over— or nothing. ”


-w.c. williams

our bedrooms finally starting to feel like home 💕 between the walls and actually having windows, this room is filled to the brim with sunshine & i couldn’t be happier ☀️

our bedrooms finally starting to feel like home 💕 between the walls and actually having windows, this room is filled to the brim with sunshine & i couldn’t be happier ☀️

played with some corks yesterday afternoon & around 100 of these suckers in half .

played with some corks yesterday afternoon & around 100 of these suckers in half .

we finally finished all the painting!💕🎉 .. now for piles of heavy lifting 💪😕 (at renovation station)

we finally finished all the painting!💕🎉 .. now for piles of heavy lifting 💪😕 (at renovation station)

princesss-puta —> barefootmarley —> inskii —>
"I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me."
-Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via creatingaquietmind)

i dont want to exist like this again.
its like i get stuck in this hole, and no amount of candles can get me away from the dark.

ive just been living on the verge of tears lately and i havent an idea why. i just want to go back to being my morbidly depressed but relatively functional self.

" perhaps sadness will use the shimmering wings of the morning, kissed with dew and promise, to sail away &the dark heart of the night will rush headlong into the blinding light of the day.  "

- gloria smith

" perhaps sadness will use the shimmering wings of the morning, kissed with dew and promise, to sail away &the dark heart of the night will rush headlong into the blinding light of the day. "

- gloria smith

awildswan —> teamhalpertt —>

please remember that this video exists

beben-eleben —>