goodnight baby  —     

-teesa-:

9.2.14

can we speak in flowers.
it will be easier for me to understand.
nayyirah waheed, “other language” (via nayyirahwaheed)

rebeccamock:

The Clipper

A small, quick painting I made originally as part of a series for SPX. A bunch of stuff came up in recent weeks, so…. it looks like this finished print is all there is of that series. But exciting things are in store for the future!
I’ve been doing a lot of research on tall ships lately. If you want to learn more about maritime topics or my upcoming GN Four Points, come find me at SPX. :)

adhemarpo:

He Jiaying, peintre chinois contemporain

villianousstrawberry:

mydarkenedeyes:

New paper bird sculptures by Diana Beltran Herrera.

Oh my god that’s stunning.

so-personal:

everything personal

In the 1890s, when Freud was in the dawn of his career, he was struck by how many of his female patients were revealing childhood [sexual] victimization to him. Freud concluded that child sexual abuse was one of the major causes of emotional disturbances in adult women and wrote a brilliant and humane paper called “The Aetiology of Hysteria.” However, rather than receiving acclaim from his colleagues for his ground-breaking insights, Freud met with scorn. He was ridiculed for believing that men of excellent reputation (most of his patients came from upstanding homes) could be perpetrators of incest.
Within a few years, Freud buckled under this heavy pressure and recanted his conclusions. In their place he proposed the “Oedipus complex,” which became the foundation of modern psychology… Freud used this construct to conclude that the episodes of abuse his clients had revealed to him had never taken place; they were simply fantasies of events the women had wished for… This construct started a hundred-year history in the mental health field of blaming victims for the abuse perpetrated on them and outright discrediting of women’s and children’s reports of mistreatment by men.

― Lundy Bancroft

(via proletarianprincess)

read this carve it into your brains permanently etch it into your skulls r e a d  t h i s

(via miss-mizi)

i don’t know how to deal with this

(via roachpatrol)

Freud sold out his patients, the women who trusted him, to make the scientific world like him.  He gave up his integrity as a scientist for fame.  May it blacken his record forever.

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Excerpt from the book, “Why Does He Do That? Inside the Minds of Angry and Controlling Men.” A really good read.

(via minjimon)

peetasboxers:

either you put this many questions marks ???????????? or you put none

aseaofquotes:

Lauren Oliver, Liesl & Po

betweenthesaharaandthesea:

Collections that Leave You Breathless—> Suneet Varma | India Bridal Fashion Week | 2013 The Golden Bracelet

 

We begin to find and become ourselves when we notice how we are already found, already truly, entirely, wildly, messily, marvelously who we were born to be. The only problem is that there is also so much other stuff, typically fixations with how people perceive us, how to get more of the things that we think will make us happy, and with keeping our weight down. So the real issue is how do we gently stop being who we aren’t? How do we relieve ourselves of the false fronts of people-pleasing and affectation, the obsessive need for power and security, the backpack of old pain, and the psychic Spanx that keeps us smaller and contained?

Here’s how I became myself: mess, failure, mistakes, disappointments, and extensive reading; limbo, indecision, setbacks, addiction, public embarrassment, and endless conversations with my best women friends; the loss of people without whom I could not live, the loss of pets that left me reeling, dizzying betrayals but much greater loyalty, and overall, choosing as my motto William Blake’s line that we are here to learn to endure the beams of love.

Codependency isn’t sexy. It isn’t romantic. It’s built with a fuse and will surely burn out. The healthiest thing you can say to the one you love is, “I would be okay without you, and that’s why I choose to stay.”
LB, A Few Things About Love (via dangervvank)