I've been chasing beauty ever since I was young. But, at various points, I've gotten caught up in standards of beauty that I didn't agree with. Now I'm chasing MY definition of beautiful. I'm chasing bravery. I'm chasing brilliance. I'm chasing creativity. I'm chasing ingenuity. I'm chasing innovation.

Most importantly, I'm chasing my dreams.

 

crashyourcrew:

thyartismordor:

amifunnyyetor:

suitsandorcleavage:

condoleezza-ricearoni:

pie-sandwich:

Insomnia

whoa

I’m bothered by how the outlet and plug don’t match

thats the point of the piece. she has insomnia so she cant “plug in” to sleeping. 

this is fucking perfect holy fuck

My life tbh.

crashyourcrew:

thyartismordor:

amifunnyyetor:

suitsandorcleavage:

condoleezza-ricearoni:

pie-sandwich:

Insomnia

whoa

I’m bothered by how the outlet and plug don’t match

thats the point of the piece. she has insomnia so she cant “plug in” to sleeping. 

this is fucking perfect holy fuck

My life tbh.

(Source: pianouran)

Somewhere there is a woman in China holding a black umbrella so she won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars, like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time,
opening mail with the heading of ‘i miss you’,
cooking noodles with organic spices and red sauces,
buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs,
painting murals of his lips in abandoned warehouses,
chewing the words ‘i love you’ over and over again,
swallowing phone numbers and forgotten birthdays,
eating strawberry pies,
drinking white wine off of each others open mouths,
ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

'poems from the grave' (via saeltskin)

(Source: irynka)

yeatru:

awwww-cute:

A Seeing Eye Dog on his first day

he knows he’s gonna do such a good job

yeatru:

awwww-cute:

A Seeing Eye Dog on his first day

he knows he’s gonna do such a good job

Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

Anita Krizzan  (via perfect)

(Source: quotethat)

accras:

angelclark:

99-Year-Old Lady Sews A Dress A Day For Children In Need 

Lillian Weber, a 99-year-old good Samaritan from Iowa, has spent the last few years sewing a dress a day for the Little Dresses For Africa charity, a Christian organization that distributes dresses to children in need in Africa and elsewhere.

Weber’s goal is to make 1,000 dresses by the time she turns 100 on May 6th. So far, she’s made more than 840. Though she says she could make two a day, she only makes one – but each single dress she makes per day is personalized with careful stitchwork. She hopes that each little girl who receives her dress can take pride in her new garment.

Golden heart

I think it’s intoxicating when somebody is so unapologetically who they are.

Don Cheadle (via psych-facts)