Aromantic Flag + Poisonous Plants

Philodendron, Dumb Cane, Gympie (aka Suicide Plant) | Angel's Trumpet, Daffofil, Jimson Weed | Elderberries, Black Hyacinths, Deadly Nightshade

Sylvia Plath

MARCH. SPRING. YESSS

Sapphic fairies, x

by erich schütz and hans zatzka! ♡

Does this ever happen to you? when you're doing the most random thing ever like going through your phone, folding your laundry or walking and you get this fuzzy thought, its like there is a little voice in your head telling you that nobody actually likes you they're just pretending, you mean nothing to anyone, you need to distance everyone, you need to lock yourself up, you need are just a over dramatic little shit doing everything for attention. Suddenly your chest gets heavy because you love all these people and dont want to get away at the same time. You get furious. it makes you go crazy. All you want to do is run away and hide from this voice. oh but then you realize that there is no way you can escape, you have no other place to go. So you just lie down there sobbing letting the voice eat you alive, until finally fall asleep.

-shre J.

I've never been good enough. I've tried being a good friend, good daughter, good sister, good lover but somehow being just good is not enough.

-shre J

just saw someone say that literature and history >>>> other subjects but. actually no. art and philosophy >>>>> literature and history >>>> other subjects

I found god in poetry. I believe if there's any kind of god (for me) its gonna be in these pages, the spilled black ink, plants, flowers, nature, the space, stars, moon, planets and constellations that I write about.

-shre J

give me pain, all of the pain in this world and i'll show you how it ceases to exist with a single touch of you.

-shre J

when you think you can fix him but he breaks you instead😌

I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.

(via poetry-siir)

“I’m not dead yet, just in a state of rapid decay, who isn’t?”

—Charles Bukowski, Pulp

Anne Carson, from Autobiography of Red

why you such a hoe, be a lawnmower.

― Andrei Tarkovsky, from Sculpting in Time