I'm from Hawai'i ☼☾ my name is Lani ☽☼ pronounced ✧Lawnie✧ ☼☾ I mostly post pictures of myself ☽☼ I don't want your nudes ☼☾ I don't want to send you any ☽☼ I love good conversation- talk to me! ☼☾ questions? ask away☽☼ I try to not go on long hiatuses but I can't make any promises ☽☼ this is my space when I need it☽☼ much love
Beyoncé seems like she would do the Ice Bucket Challenge 20 times and pick the cutest video to upload
if you ever think my shorts are “too short” i want you to consider the following
- they are called “shorts”
- i look great
This is Marc Quinn’s most famous piece of work, Self, made using 4.5 litres of his own blood, which was slowly extracted from his body over a period of five months and frozen in a cast of his face. Quinn has been making these roughly every five years since 1991, and each one must be maintained carefully in fridges. The fragility of the media means exhibiting is difficult - the head has to be placed into a glass case which is chilled from underneath. It reminds the audience of the fragility of existence and the precise conditions necessary for the flourishing of life.
I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers.
We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin.
Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come.
I think that has to be part of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.
And I will not be afraid of your scars.
I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know:
Whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane."Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers (via sagaciousefflundancy)