♚ Mig .:*・°☆

☾ ☆ Miggyboo ☆
21 / QPoC / INTJ~INFJ
Art ~ Activism ~ Fandom


♪*‧͙·*ೄ Art Blog *ೄ‧͙·*♪


| |  |  | 

 |  | |  | 

| | | |


Thousand Steps and Stars
high resolution →

(Source: tintinlontoc)

Don’t ask me to be vulnerable with you if you have no intentions of protecting me.

(via kleemoney)

(Source: xdopedupphoenix)

We have to let go of treating each other like not knowing, making mistakes, and saying the wrong thing make it impossible for us to ever do the right things.

And we have to remind ourselves that we once didn’t know. There are infinitely many more things we have yet to know and may never know.

We have to let go of a politic of disposability. We are what we’ve got. No one can be left to their fuck ups and the shame that comes with them because ultimately we’ll be leaving ourselves behind.

I want us to use love, compassion, and patience as tools for critical dialogue, fearless visioning, and transformation. I want us to use shared values and visions as proactive measures for securing our future freedom. I want us to be present and alive to see each other change in all of the intimate ways that we experience and enact violence.

I want our movements sustainable, angry, gentle, critical, loving — kicking ass and calling each other back in when we stray.

Ngọc Loan Trần, "Calling IN: A Less Disposable Way of Holding Each Other Accountable" (via conradtao)

woah! i got quoted.
if y’all haven’t checked it out yet, i wrote this piece over at BGD and i feel really good about it.

(via tranqualizer)

high resolution →

(Source: shakyhands)

We must realize that our task is infinite, not because we have so much to build but because we have an entire world to destroy. Our daily life is so saturated and structured by capital that it is impossible to imagine a life worth living, except one of revolt.

bædan: journal of queer nihilism (via becoming-vverevvolf)

(Source: catalytic-chamber)

do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.

you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
forever.

there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.

but you will never be
and have never been
“too much.”

"this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford (via tylerthelatteboy)

confidence, cohen. confidence.

marfmellow:

confidence isn’t hard.

getting out of your mind is.

being confident simply means you have learned to trust yourself and truly become comfortable in the skin you’re in.

being confident is wearing what you want because of the way it makes you feel and not giving a fuck about people who stare or say things out of the windows of their car. 

being confident is walking into a resturant and not thinking “I bet people are wondering what I’m going to eat.”

fuck them.

fuck anyone who isn’t in love with you as a person.

fuck anyone who has negative shit to say about you.

FUCK THEM.

confidence is being able to say FUCK YOU, IM THE SHIT without opening your mouth.

say it with your walk, say it with your smile, say it with your entire being.

confidence.

lalunanegrita:

i—am—in—repair:

We went over this sheet in group therapy last week.
high resolution →

lalunanegrita:

i—am—in—repair:

We went over this sheet in group therapy last week.

(Source: yourborderlinepersonality)

There is nothing more frustrating, and sometimes frightening, than feeling pain and not being able to describe or explain it to someone. It doesn’t matter if it’s physical pain or emotional pain. When we can’t find the right words to explain our painful experiences to others, we often feel alone and scared. Some of us may even feel anger or rage or act out. Eventually, many of us shut down and either live silently with the pain, or in cases where we can’t, accept someone else’s definition of what we are feeling simply out of the desperate need to find some remedy.

Brené Brown (via creatingaquietmind)

(Source: iamcharliesangel)

There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.

You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.

In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.

Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.

People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.

You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.

At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.

Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)

(Source: blood-and-magic)

I want to be alone…with someone else who wants to be alone.

Dimitri Zaik (via ohdear-amelie)

(Source: sad-plath)

high resolution →

(Source: queerie)

impactings:

today my professor told me
every cell in our entire body
is destroyed and replaced
every seven years.

how comforting it is to know
one day i will have a body
you will have never touched.

I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention
that every brush of your palms feels
like you’re writing a novel on my skin.

Azra.T - “Braille” (via perculiar)

(Source: 5000letters)

Repeat after me:
I am not a problem

to be solved. Repeat after me:
I am worthy I am worthy I am

neither the mistake nor
the punishment.

Sierra DeMulder (via ampersandrearasmussen)