I will love

▲ Ana. Wild child. Big believer in flower power. About me

[cozyindungeon]

“Death blowing bubbles,” 18th century. The bubbles symbolize life’s fragility. This plaster work appears on the ceiling of Holy Grave Chapel in Michaelsberg Abbey, Bamberg, Germany.

[changelings]

will we meet again sometime?

i’m sure we will.

[pagewoman]

[pagewoman]

Blackberries in Basket ❀

by August Laux

[belgiandad]

[firefly-in-repair]

Just some of the many deer I saw in the cemetery this morning :)

[lovergroves]

[sotick]

By  Eduardo Pedro

[artist-sisley]

Street of Marlotte (also known as Women Going to the Woods), Alfred Sisley

Medium: oil,canvas

https://www.wikiart.org/en/alfred-sisley/street-of-marlotte-also-known-as-women-going-to-the-woods-1866

[antigonick]

Monet’s nymphéas under swaying weeping willows at Giverny. We basked in the sun and walked through flower rows for hours on Saturday.

(ig at ofavonlea)

[crystallineknowledge]

[jizukko]

2014

[duxuebing]

Photography by Xuebing DU

[humansofnewyork]

“I never thought I’d come back to New York.  I have a lot of bad memories here.  It can be an ugly place.  My ex-husband lives here.  On September 11th I was on the street below the second tower.  So there are things I’d just prefer not to remember.  But recently my mother got sick and I came home to take care of her. I was in a bit of a rut at the time.  I’d fallen away from my passions.  I was just working to pay the rent.  And one evening I was walking by the river and I passed a place called Hudson River Community Sailing.  They offered free sailing lessons.  I don’t know why I stopped.  I was intellectually convinced that sailing was not for me.  I was getting older.  I was out of shape.  But I decided to give it a try.  And I got hooked on it.  I got kinda obsessed with learning to sail.  I remember the first time I was out there alone.  It felt amazing.  I was in the middle of the Hudson, the wind was blowing, I could see the whole city, and my hand was on the tiller.  It seemed like I was doing something impossible.  I’m not white.  I’m not male.  I don’t own a boat.  I don’t even have money.  But I’m in New York City and I’m fucking sailing.”

[aimerai]

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[beach-caves]

[leahberman]

sierra sunset

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[humansofnewyork]

“When it starts to get crowded, I’ll leave.  Because I can’t stand the looks.  You know how many people were gonna sit on that bench over there, but decided against it, because of what’s sitting right here?  I drank myself into homelessness.  So I’m not looking for violins or tissues.  But I used to be in the mainstream.  I was somebody once, and people used to look at me without any barriers or animosity.  I can tell you this: when John Lennon sings ‘Imagine,’ it’s complete bullshit.  He was living in the Dakota when he wrote that, overlooking Central Park.  Imagine no possessions?  He should have written a song about all the wonderful things that he had.  Imagine nothing to live or die for?  No Yoko?  No career?  No child?  No fame?  No status?  Well here I am.  There’s no peace here.”

[glassbonespaperskin]