kelly surdo, dying angels
this was a writing piece i made on the floor of the computer lab at school during after hours. i had been adamantly emotionally unavailable for a dangerous amount of time. it was a moment when something had cracked inside my chest and i felt something warm inside of myself for the first time in forever. i was beginning to let others in again in a way that wasn’t explicitly destructive. i jotted the phrase down as an iphone note, packed my things and walked quickly back to my apartment. the print itself i made at parsons, ronika was allowing us to make prints of some of our work in hopes that a physical form of these pieces that lived solely on the internet would protect me from my demons at bay, at least that was the idea. i think it worked because i still carry them. the piece of silk was the only present i received for my birthday this year, a gift from a good friend who said the texture felt important and reminded them of me. it’s all that mattered. together they make something much greater than me.  
natgeofound:

An elevated view of the private gardens in Christchurch, New Zealand, January 1972.Photograph by James L. Amos, National Geographic
rattyasscompadre:

Jeff Wall
ouija-broad:

found this pond tucked away behind the trees when I was at the fair

iceheavy-branches:

I want one of those marriages where they’ve been married 20 years but are still crazy in love and still cuddle on the couch and kiss a lot. I want those kind of marriages that make my kids nauseous because how in love their parents are.

I just started college and I'm deathly afraid i'll make no friends
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nymphmold:

u’ll definitely make friends, be open and talk tool say hi and smile, attend to events and be active in the social life, float w ppl u find interesting and be open about ur interests, that’s how the right ppl will find u but just let it happen, it will be ok