wtfzodiacsigns:

aries: the art in anger. landing a solid punch on the jaw. the pounding of your heart against your chest. the color red.

taurus: the art in the earth. the smell of wet dirt. the feeling of grass between your toes. heavy boulders stacked like stone towers.

gemini: the art in the air. the sound of laughter carrying in the wind. the feeling of a warm breeze blowing through your hair. a deadly sharp frost.

cancer: the art in the sea. the salty breeze that blows through your hair. the fear of something swimming past your feet. being where all life began.

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(Source: wtfzodiacsigns.com)

lightheartedsuggestion:

It wasn’t meant to be. You’re not missing out. Your life has different plans for you.

(via fehral)

starvingtendencies:

Can you blame me?

When my mother starts a new diet every Monday.

When my father comments on what I eat.

When my little brother quits swim practice because the other boys tease him for being ‘chubby’.

When my aunt gossips about other peoples weight gain.

When my grandmother looks at old pictures of herself and smilingly says: «Look how skinny I was. No wonder all the boys liked me». As though beautiful is synonymous with skinny.

So can you really blame me when I am merely a product of our society?

hiperballada:

autumn flowers + golden hour

(via acidicmoons)

6i:

october, be good to me. expand my capacity to love. open both my heart and my hands. teach me how to hold space without neglecting my own. shed my ego as i ascend. bend the universe to reveal my own. show me pain is process and not permanence. make it all worth.

(via fehral)