Sometimes at night, alone in the kitchen, I practice tracing my steps
to the wine cellar, only to turn around
as soon as I catch the slightest hint of vodka.
Alcoholics call this recovery.
I call it learning how to unlove.
Not a day goes by where I don’t set a match…
nah, he ran into her knife
he ran into her knife ten times
HE HAD IT COMING
HE ONLY HAS HIMSELF TO BLAME
IF YOU’D HAVE BEEN THERE
IF YOU HAD SEEN IT
I BET THAT YOU WOULD HAVE DONE THE SAME
i cannot stress enough how much i love this post
This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man.
Torrero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: “And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer - because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.”
I’ve reblogged this at least two other times but this is possibly one of my favorite photos ever.The bull is just like ‘hey r u ok?’ it’s so powerful
I’m going to cry :c
This is a practice that needs to end.
Went to Ybor last night and thought I’d throw this up from Sith-tember at the castle.