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"We are each our own devil and we make this world hell."

17yr:

“hey im emotionally unstable and not good at texting do u wanna date me”


Waistcoat Corselet (torso defense) with Pauldrons (shoulder defenses), for use in combat on ship. Germany, 1571. 
This corselet is the only surviving armor in the world identified as having been made in Cologne—a leading center of armor production in Europe. Its construction, which imitates a civilian waistcoat, and the composition of its etched ornamentation suggest some of the stylistic influences from Italian armor that often passed through Cologne on the way to England and the Low Countries.
Philadelphia Museum Art

Waistcoat Corselet (torso defense) with Pauldrons (shoulder defenses), for use in combat on ship. Germany, 1571. 

This corselet is the only surviving armor in the world identified as having been made in Cologne—a leading center of armor production in Europe. Its construction, which imitates a civilian waistcoat, and the composition of its etched ornamentation suggest some of the stylistic influences from Italian armor that often passed through Cologne on the way to England and the Low Countries.

Philadelphia Museum Art

turkey-imported-from-maine:

firelorcl:

meladoodle:

i wanna be a reverse tooth fairy where i rob people and then scatter human teeth on their bed

a dentist

i dont know what your dentist is doing to you but i think you need to go to the police

virtual-artifacts:

Human skull decorated with a polychromic mosaic • Mixtec-Aztec, Mexico • 1300-1521 A.D. • Tessels of turquoise, hematite and tumbaga gold sheets • H. 14.5 cm • Private collection

virtual-artifacts:

Human skull decorated with a polychromic mosaic • Mixtec-Aztec, Mexico • 1300-1521 A.D. • Tessels of turquoise, hematite and tumbaga gold sheets • H. 14.5 cm • Private collection

“I was born from the fire,
there will always be parts missing.
I’m clumsy with my love
and share my heart too easily.
My mouth is graveled,
and I collapse cities with the
blink of an eye.
Go ahead,
tell me I am not powerful.
I am a smooth liftoff
and a hard landing.
I am the sentence that
possesses your tongue and
trips your eloquence.
There will be nothing left
when I leave.”
Michelle K., I am 21 and Breathless. (via michellekpoems)
highqualityfashion:

Alexander McQueen – The Golden Shower

highqualityfashion:

Alexander McQueen – The Golden Shower

nevver:

Joseba Elorza

I never wanted any of you to die for me 

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd - The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”
Fernando Pessoa (via easymomentsandobsession)
“I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.”
Tana French, In the Woods  (via mirroir)
theonlymagicleftisart:

(Indra Gora)

theonlymagicleftisart:

(Indra Gora)

“The painting of flowers
next to the painting of flames,
and I remember that time, years ago,
when the psychiatrist said, “You feel too much,
you are too sensitive, take these,”

giving me a bottle of pills. I took them
to the beach, watched light become flame
on the water, and along the ragged cliffs,
small flowers like blue stars,
the world a painting
I couldn’t live in.
I opened the bottle, then put it down,
pills spilling on the sand.
Waves carried the flames
and didn’t mind the burning,
the arising from and disappearing
into the vastness. I swam,
let the waves take me,
then treaded water, looking at the sky,
a silver tray full
of the most beautiful nothing.
I swam back, the water was black,
I could sink beyond caring,
but I wanted to live,
to be there
with the beauty and the burning
and let it be too much.”

HIGH SCHOOL



This is how to run a stick of Chapstick
down the black boxes on your scantron
so the grading machine skips the wrong
answers. This is how to honor roll. Hell,
this is how to National Honor Society.
This is being voted “Most Likely to Marry
for Money” or “Talks the Most, Says the
Least” for senior superlatives. This is
stepping around the kids having panic
attacks in the hallway. This is being the
kid having a panic attack in the hallway.
This is making the A with purple moons
stamped under both eyes. We had to try.
This is telling the ACT supervisor you have
ADHD to get extra time. Today, the average
high school student has the same anxiety
levels as the average 1950’s psychiatric
patient. We know the Pythagorean theorem
by heart, but short-circuit when asked
“How are you?” We don’t know. We don’t
know. That wasn’t on the study guide.
We usually know the answer, but rarely
know ourselves.

HIGH SCHOOL By Blythe Baird (via blythebrooklyn)

The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.

But their poetry is already soaking wet—
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.

© MS