The mind is a beautiful alien.

starlingwings:

This is beginning to feel
like I’m holding my breath
for endings when I should be
wide - eyed for beginnings

It’s beginning to feel
like burden is a word I cannot
spit out anymore
- it sits heavy
on my tongue

This is beginning to feel
like I lost a friend
and a home
and the marrow in…

psych2go:

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psych2go:

For more posts like these, go visit psych2go

Psych2go features various psychological findings and myths. In the future, psych2go attempts to include sources to posts for the purpose of generating discussions and commentaries. This will give readers a chance to critically examine psychology.

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the-acid-base:

sunpeach:


andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

oh!

GET IT

the-acid-base:

sunpeach:

andromeda, oil on canvas, 50x50cm, 2013

oh!

GET IT

goddess-river:

☽ ⁎ ˚ * ☀ Autumn is coming ✵ ⁎ * ☾
lifeaddictt:

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earthflowur:

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psych2go:

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Psych2go features various psychological findings and myths. In the future, psych2go attempts to include sources to posts for the purpose of generating discussions and commentaries. This will give readers a chance to critically examine psychology.
Fact submitted by: bonjourtammy

psych2go:

For more posts like these, go visit psych2go

Psych2go features various psychological findings and myths. In the future, psych2go attempts to include sources to posts for the purpose of generating discussions and commentaries. This will give readers a chance to critically examine psychology.

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mermaidsbite:

As I heal through love I realize
how ready for rejection I’ve lived,
setting low standards in empathy,
but being pushed back cruelly by
invitation, perhaps…

Kind people of poetry, I’m seeing
high ideals here, feeling like being
a freak is a good thing again… ;)