Sugar-forced Ink
Welcome to my world
of honey and strawberries;
of pure black coffee;
and of white russians;
Also, chocolate flavoured syrup is equivalent to murder.
restaurants should name their dishes for people who take photos of their food
“photogenic ravioli”
“glamorous steak”
stop-regretting-start-living13:
how to be a winner
This is so important
bruh 👏🏾😂.
Home girl boutta schmooze her way through college
That discussion board one actually works. Got an A in that portion of my Senior Sem doing that. This is gold.
This is her calling. You can DEFINITELY use the same hacks at your job with a few tweaks here & there!
Literally this is how I’ve survived 3.75 years of college. This is gold. This is truth.
Passing college like a Slytherin………I love it
(via bunnified)
Concepts for the Signs
Aries
concept: me, feeling the kind of overwhelming love and peace i’ve only ever felt in dreams. i pinch myself. it’s realTaurus
concept: me, waking up on a mountainside, surrounded by flowers. a river flows nearby. my responsibilities are nowhere to be seenGemini
concept: the moon has never been bigger than it is tonight. i climb out onto the roof. she is close enough to kissCancer
concept: me, sailing through the milky way with many-coloured stars caught in my hair. there’s no pain up here, only laughter and peaceLeo
concept: my wings carry me higher and higher and i watch the world become smaller and smallerVirgo
concept: i have been sleeping for years. in my dreams i have lived a thousand lives, learned a thousand things, and now i am ready to wakeLibra
concept: it’s like a lifelong winter in my mind suddenly thaws, and i smile like a blooming flower on the first day of springScorpio
concept: me, swimming amongst the stars. their iridescent light fills me with a sense of peace i didn’t know i was capable of. my fingers are covered in starlightSagittarius
concept: me, lying in a field of many, many flowers. daisies grow through the cracks in my body. i’ll be okayCapricorn
concept: me, removing the melancholy parts of my mind and putting it all aside for a while. i dance and climb trees and sing and run around with boundless energyAquarius
concept: me, laying on a hillside, far away from everything i know. waiting for nothing. i have all the time in the worldPisces
concept: me, loved eternally by the wind and the rain and the grass and the moon and the sun and the earth and the sky and the starsAll credits to the author of the concepts: @conceptualsolitude
i want to embody every girl.
i want to be a sunday school girl in the ‘60s, red ribbons in my hair, two neatly tied plaits the color of wheatfields, riding my bike down cobblestone streets, sunlight kissing my neck.
i want to be a tattooed punk rock worshipper, electric blue hair and ray-bans, fishnet stockings and the city a blur of entangled lights in the rear-view mirror of my motorcycle.
i want to be a venice girl who reads valentines for a living, rapunzel hair all soft sculptured ringlets, a pet blue bird and summer dresses in floral prints, long eyelashes and sowing glitter.
i want to be a french artist and revolutionist in the ‘90s, nude paintings and led lights, portraits out of beer cans and pencil shavings, a student of the fine arts falling in love again and again with the light and how it falls on the sidewalks & people’s faces & the trees.
i want to be this girl and that girl, a romanian princess in her 20’s, an old witch with a grisly past, a lost traveller on the run, a victorian model, a historian with an appetite for gardening, an archaeologist who nicknames all her finds, a singer who grates her guitar on boulevards in italy and cafes in paris for the spare dime, an english man’s favorite daughter. i want to be a struggling ballet dancer with an emotional dependency on poetry, an astronaut who discovers a parallel universe, a noir film actress who smokes too much and has eyes like diamonds, a fortune teller, a vigilante, a musician. every girl’s soul whispers to me.
i want to write for them all.
modern mythology; mermaids // a(est)hetics // my aesthetics
her feet hurt, but then again they always do. what was it? like broken glass shards slicing through the soles of her feet..? something like that. Sometimes she sits unmoving in salt-water filled porcelain, closing her eyes, pausing life. It isn’t close enough but it suffices. she used to love walking at the start, love every sensation of touch and sense on her feet, her legs. not anymore. It’s tiring. somehow, it’s as if something’s lost, a part of her. but when she stands near the ocean, her feet hurt even more as if soft sand were razor blades and the ocean threatened to swallow her whole, disintegrating every tendon and muscle into foam. how ironic. she’s not supposed to be afraid, she’s suppose to love it with all her heart. She still does, you see. she loves every wave and crescent, every drop of salt and the ever-changing blue. just that, it’s nothing more than an object of nostalgia. not that she can help it. land is dry, parched, in it’s own way, enjoyable. but her feet hurt. she’s stuck in between. somehow, unnoticingly she doesn’t belong anywhere anymore.
Greek mythology : Naiads (Ναϊάδες)
Naiades were believed by the ancient Greeks to inhabit the freshwater streams, springs, wells, fountains, wetlands, rivers and lakes and featured in the legends and mythology of Ancient Greece. The Naiades were minor goddesses of nature, specifically the rivers and waterways of the world. Naiades in art and legend are often depicted as young, beautiful maidens situated near a waterway, carrying a water jug (hydria).
(via fl0weress)
i thought of angels
choking on their halos(get them drunk on rose water)
fallen angels who rip the feathers from their backs and devour them hungrily, scrambling for every last shred of their former lives and trying to cram it back into their bodies, panicking when grace starts to bleed from cuts in their skin, slurping it from their veins, desperately trying to force themselves back into what they once were. all the band-aids in the world won’t hold divinity into your bones.
(Source: venusofsuburbia)