no one loses all the time

and everyone's in love and flowers pick themselves

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I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to it.

Pablo Neruda, Love Poems (via occupiedmuslim)

Oof, Pablo

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(Source: observando, via cleomes)

Filed under poetry neruda pablo neruda seductive bastard beautiful

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likeafieldmouse:

Paula Hayes - Nocturne of the Limax Maximus (2010)

"Inspired by the leopard slug, a hermaphroditic animal with mating rituals quite unique in the natural world. Two twine around each other to form a caduceus shape, then suspend themselves in mid-air from a long mucous string. The incandescent blue male organs of each emerge from the tops of their heads and, likewise, twine around the other’s to form a glowing orb that slowly morphs into a flowerlike form.”

Filed under art nature plants huntswoman maybe is this your vibe holly? it seems like your vibe

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Yeah, stress is a massive trigger for me and all this has done is made any coughing trigger a stress response, which exacerbates the problem. yay. 

I just can’t see how they thought that was a good thing to constantly tell a child. 

It makes me sad and angry and really, really confused.

Yeah, stress is a massive trigger for me and all this has done is made any coughing trigger a stress response, which exacerbates the problem. yay.

I just can’t see how they thought that was a good thing to constantly tell a child.

It makes me sad and angry and really, really confused.

Filed under response irl benrhughes

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No one ever told me it wasn’t normal to be held to blame for showing symptoms of illness.

No one ever mentioned that people don’t get physically intimidated and verbally abused for ‘not trying hard enough’ to stop coughing.

No one ever said that, no matter how hard you try, you cannot stop an asthma attack with sheer, terrified will.

I thought my illness and the disruption and unrest it caused was my fault - a sign of an underlying weakness or selfishness.

I always thought it was my shameful fault that I coughed and that I must constantly apologise for it and be grateful that people tolerated it.

I thought ‘tolerating it’ included screaming at me to stop making noise, backing me in to corners and shouting at me for not taking enough medication, when I’d already exceeded the highest dosages, and making snide comments about how I selfish I am to cause others to have sleepless nights.

I never thought any of that was nice, but I did assume it was normal. I thought that my cough drove people to have such horrible reactions. I thought everyone must react that way and that I was to blame. Because, after all, I wasn’t trying hard enough. My selfish laziness made them do it.

Except it didn’t. Not really. I know that now.

Filed under irl asthma abuse something i needed to get off my chest lol asthma pun