look at foxy being a creeper
"Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more."
5,000 Cave Paintings Uncovered in Tamaulipas
INAH, Mexico’s Instituto Nacional de Antropología e Historia (National Institute of Anthropology and History), recently revealed the discovery of 4,926 cave paintings located in the Sierra de San Carlos, near Burgos, Tamaulipas.
The prolific number of cave paintings include images of stars and planets, people and tipi-like structures; and, local flora and fauna, like lizards, deer and centipedes. A painting of an atlatl, a spear throwing tool used to hunt, was also found.
Researchers believe the paintings were made by groups of Indigenous Peoples who fled Spanish missionaries in the early 18th century.
Images via INAH
Vincent van Gogh, Branches of an Almond Tree in Blossom (Interpretation in Red), 1890
(Source: malygina, via gatsby-eyes)
"I didn’t know words could be so heavy."
"If you really want to hurt, find someone who loves you."
"Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."
"Whatever comes, let it come. What stays, let it stay. What goes, let it go."
We lit our cigarettes off of each other’s. We were never meant to be, no. We had sex, but I could never let her touch me. She couldn’t have extracted my soul from all the places it was hiding. That’s okay. We were what we were, when we needed it.
She was out on my balcony, late one night. I was in the kitchen, when I sensed a change in energy. I walked out onto the balcony to find her sitting with a cigarette in her fingers, trembling with tears streaming down her cheeks.
I sat down in front of her, and said gently, “Come here, sweetheart.” She slid into my lap, and sobbed into my shoulder. I remember the exact feeling of her back beneath my fingertips, as I ran my fingers up and down her spine. My god, I held her, and for the first time in so long, I felt something in my heart that resembled softness. It was a heartbreaking, heartmaking feeling.
She melted my permafrost in that moment. I cared. Suddenly, I could feel tenderness again. That was a frozen ocean melting and surging to meet her. I owe my change in seasons to her. My summer finally returned.