Reflection of a goddess

re·flec·tion noun \ri-ˈflek-shən\
Definition of REFLECTION

1
: an instance of reflecting; especially : the return of light or sound waves from a surface
2
: the production of an image by or as if by a mirror
3
a : the action of bending or folding back
b : a reflected part : fold
4
: something produced by reflecting: as
a : an image given back by a reflecting surface
b : an effect produced by an influence
5
: an often obscure or indirect criticism : reproach
6
: a thought, idea, or opinion formed or a remark made as a result of meditation
7
: consideration of some subject matter, idea, or purpose
8
obsolete : turning back : return
9
a : a transformation of a figure in which each point is replaced by a point symmetric with respect to a line or plane
b : a transformation that involves reflection in more than one axis of a rectangular coordinate system
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Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema - The Women of Amphissa (detail)

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Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema - The Women of Amphissa (detail)

(via dbmurphy)

Inviting my daughter to go sledding for the first time and then leaving with out her when she goes home to change clothes…. Who fucking does that? My friends are shitty assholes

Sadness does not turn your world black and white;
it leaves you standing naked on an iceberg
with tangles in your hair and the world
too bright for your eyes.
Worry sets in that someone will notice but everyone is too busy
watching for their own Titanic.

There is nothing quiet about it,
except maybe the holes it makes inside of you
and even those seem to whistle on windy days.
The world yells at you with muffled voices as if you’re standing
in a labyrinth of glass walls and somehow
you’ve forgotten a hammer.

It turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives
and without the verbs. You don’t remember
where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions
(under the sink with your emotions and Mr. Clean)
You become:
bed,
shower,
socks,
coffee,
keys,
obligations

You’ll see others stripped bare like you but it won’t matter-
they can’t save you. All you can do is lower yourself gently
into the swirling water and tell yourself to hold on tight.


Ocean, diver, wall, air.

Kelsey Danielle, “I Swam to the Other Side and Back Again” (via mirroir)

(via mirroir)