Resilience

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evererika:

deepinmyb0nes:

iamprogress:

"I think every woman at one point or another in their life has been called a bitch. For a long time I had a real problem with that word, I didn’t like it and I thought it was derogatory. But I’ve gotten to a place now where I’ve made a lot of peace with it. It’s been so overused and made to seem so derogatory towards woman that I’ve adapted it into an empowering feeling for myself. If I’m a bitch then I’m a bitch, if that’s what an assertive woman is to you. So I’ve sort of adapted it as a badge of honor."

TTTHHHIIISSSSS

A+

Aaaamen

(Source: therealxtina, via childhoodgames)

risingconfidence:

ultraviol-et:



urbanarboriculture:

Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow.



he’s wearing crocs

He grew a tree into a chair. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.

risingconfidence:

ultraviol-et:

urbanarboriculture:

Artist Peter Cook, grew this living garden chair using tree shaping methods, primarily training a living tree through constricting the direction of branch growth. The chair took about eight years to grow.

he’s wearing crocs

He grew a tree into a chair. He can wear whatever the fuck he wants.

(via groei-niet-op)

Am I so naive

Am I so naive
To think the world has stopped
To think the world has dropped you
In a well the moment I went

Am I so arrogant, so ignorant
So unbelievably thick
To think that someone like you
Without my love, eventually’ll fall sick

Years and tears and screams it took
Until at last, ‘t was you I shook
And whiped off my shoulders real brave

Then lies and cries and denial went by
'Till I stood up with deep red eyes
And finally paved a way

Now that a path has picked to lead me
The mature and sensible way
Why do I still wish you would grieve
And lastly go astray

You and I are humans
And our past I won’t deny
But vengefulness is an ugly child
Which grows more and more unsatisfied

My cravings for your strands of hair
Freshly, agressively cut
Your eyes turning black in an evil stare
Your mouth spitting nothing but smut

Those are all a history,
Chances left unrecognised, 
Now, through your created misery
I’m now determined to thrive