Katlyn. Art enthusiast. Crafty like a fox.
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comradechrisman:

The last thing I saw before I died

comradechrisman:

The last thing I saw before I died

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mociun:

via Notes From Apart

mociun:

via Notes From Apart

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orionthecoffeemaker:

Via

orionthecoffeemaker:

Via

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thefiveandten:

aww shit

thefiveandten:

aww shit

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tamburina:

Diane Arbus, A Couple Kissing on Stage, New York, 1963

tamburina:

Diane Arbus, A Couple Kissing on Stage, New York, 1963

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Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War.

Cowan’s Auctions

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nevver:

Wendy MacNaughton

nevver:

Wendy MacNaughton

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shapelywomen:

Madame Roulin, 1888, by Paul Gauguin

shapelywomen:

Madame Roulin, 1888, by Paul Gauguin

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"

Some Things You Could Do To Heal Yourself:

Get lungs that do what they’re supposed to. Yours keep letting you down. They shrink down to nothing when you’re scared, when you need deep breaths the most. They are useless, failing organs. Replace them.

Don’t kiss the boy with no bicycle. Don’t kiss the girl with moon lips. Don’t kiss wild animals or atom bombs. Don’t kiss.

Remember metaphors are not bandages. You silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long that survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bullet proof. You keep trying to turn your heart bomb shelter. You silly thing. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what you are born to do.

Remember you can leave. You can always leave. Take your baby, your backpack, get in the car and drive. Maybe to Brooklyn, to Oakland, somewhere you’ve always thought it would be romantic to call home. Come now, you promised yourself. You promised you’d live through this.

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angrywhistler:

Edmund C. Tarbell (1862- 1938)

angrywhistler:

Edmund C. Tarbell (1862- 1938)

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