really reaallyy really want to die, someone do me a solid & sort me out please
Irises
Hokusai, s.d.
Van Gogh, 1890
hi who wants to start a group chat where we just share nudes n selfies n talk about how beautiful each of us are, asking for a friend
Timothy Hull A Byztantine Nobleman in Exile Composing Verses, 2014
gel pen on paper 57 x 47"
Atami Garden Hotel, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan, 1962
(Kenzo Tange)
“There’s a sort of evil out there. Something very, very strange in these old woods. Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. It takes many forms but… it’s been out there for as long as anyone can remember and we’ve always been here to fight it.”
//“
marbling work today
he looks like a prince ohjfmf
Mount St. Helens, 1980 by Washington DNR
To be honest, I don’t really use tumblr anymore (you can follow my twitter @lauragracelewis or @laurlws for priv shit instead if u want), but I wanted my tumblr legacy to be this photoset of how hot I have been throughout the last 6 months.
i’ve been on tumblr for over 7 years and if that isn’t the most ridiculous thing you’ve heard in a while, what is? ((covers ears and ignores current global political climate)). That’s all of my adult life, and the majority of my adolescence squeezed into the metaphorical pages of this blog. Skimming through old posts tonight made me feel nostalgic, but more so grateful. Lily and I broke up for 4 months and got back together in November. We’ve been together since and it’s been better than ever and I feel happy. I’m still mentally ill and I still hate my job, but it’s over on June 30th and I will have survived. Things are still bad but I have a majority of better days. I have a confirmed place to study at Goldsmiths next year, so I’m going to be moving to London over the summer. I’m not really scared to walk around Egh*m anymore like I used to be, I know that if I see my ex it won’t matter. My hip is bad but it’s better than it could be.
This blog is a collection of people I don’t speak to anymore, a curation of mistakes and my frantic, hysterical navigation of growing up. Knowing that where and how I exist now lives within the context of this 7 year old blog is very comforting. I love myself, I love the people I choose to be friends with, I love who I have become. It will take time to reach full happiness, but I’m getting there.
anyway
appreciate the glow up, tell me how beautiful i am, vote labour.
