In my body is a good place to be because, functionally speaking, I know at the end of the day that it’s the only home I’ve ever had and it’s the only home I ever will have. So no matter how much I argue with it, at the end of the day I need to treat it like my home. And home is where you’re supposed to feel the safest and home is where love happens and home is where you’re supposed to feel the best about yourself. And welcome home. — Meredith Graves (via fuck-yeah-feminist)
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else. — HE. (via coyotegold)
(Source: stayygone, via fucknofiretruck)
Anton Giulio Brignole-Sale on Horseback, Anthony van Dyck, 1627. Detail.
Called ‘Reasons my Husband is Mad at Me.’ #1. My car needs repairs
Bacchus and Ariadne
When I get my car’s oil changed, I’m just like that money could’ve gone somewhere better like Sephora or like Mac or Makeup Geek.
Mikhail Vrubel - Head of the Demon (1890)
Karolis Inokaitis by Kris Schmitz.
give yourself over to the wolf. let it eat the parts of you that are sick, that are damaged beyond salvage. let the wolf in and let it clean house, and let it leave again. the wolf knows which parts must be swallowed. you do not need what it takes, and where it bites you the wounds will heal. let the wolf in and let it eat you, and let it leave again.