Pratibha / F / 20 / Boston

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"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl

"When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again." - Caitlyn Siehl

tweakersynapse:

Multimedia doodles ft Mac Demarco

tweakersynapse:

Multimedia doodles ft Mac Demarco


etsy

etsy

paintdeath:

Tracey Emin - It was just a kiss

paintdeath:

Tracey Emin - It was just a kiss

"كيف أقول أشتاق اليك بطريقة تؤلم قلبك كما تؤلمني؟"

- How do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does?

neon lights from Petra Collins first solo show

modern-vampires-of-art-history:

Pablo Picasso, Woman with Yellow Hair (1931) / Vampire Weekend, Step (2013)

modern-vampires-of-art-history:

Pablo Picasso, Woman with Yellow Hair (1931) / Vampire Weekend, Step (2013)

"My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.

January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.

February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.

April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.

April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.

June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.

But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness."

- Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors”