ali maria

May I never be better at keeping the peace than I am at fighting for truth.

[alimaria]

Woke up in Germany, spent the day in Austria, going to sleep in Switzerland.

[anotherlxve]

“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”

N’tima

[alimaria]

God damn, I’ve never had a friendship in love like I do now. And he’s my husband?! What a gift. This quote gets me all the time because we did it.

[alimaria]

11.14.23 - me, free diving with wild whale sharks in the open ocean - oslob, cebu, philippines

[halfdayss-deactivated20240229]

[alimaria]

Snapshot

I'm 31 and we're in our little white bungalow in the Museum District and I can't believe this is my life with you. It's 9am, but it might as well be 6 with how dark it is due to the storm. We sat in the rocking chairs on the front porch with our coffee and watched it roll in. When we walk back inside, the pecan roast smell and the new fall candle we have burning meld together to welcome us back in. Peter Sivo big band music is playing through our turntable speakers and the lamp light in the kitchen is contrasting the darkness even more so. We've poured so much into our home and it shows - this is ours. Every rug and pillow and piece of art on the wall is us. Visible traces of the intentionality in how we work together. We sweep eachother up and begin to dance across the dining room and across the kitchen, my face nuzzled into your neck. Wimberley wants to cut in, and I wonder what it's like to grow up with parents who are so in love with each other - does she understand? Maybe dogs understand love best. There's pizza leftover from watching the game last night and we have laundry to do. I leave for Chicago soon and I have a blog to write this morning, but I just want to write about this and us and you and me. I want to remember even the tiniest of moments, because it's all so good and so specific and I know that I know that I know that this is important and it's just about the only thing that's important. I wish younger me knew what was in store. What love could be. Safe and warm and calm and golden. But now I do. And the music continues to play... Now I know, my waiting was not in vain, though years have gone, forever this is ours, so hold me and smile dear, press your lips to mine, forget the past, for this is is ours

[nemfrog]

Short studies from nature. 1885.

Internet Archive

[samxcamargo]

“People start to heal the moment they feel heard.”

— Cheryl Richardson

[universoemflor]

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[bestiolin]

[thecartierrug]

[joannaarthistory]

Retour de bal by Henri Gervex // Have One on Me by Joanna Newsom

[love-personal]

[antigonick]

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

Richard Siken, excerpt of The Worm King’s Lullaby

[alimaria]

[lsleofskye]

Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland | emmett_sparling

[larmoyante]

I stopped going to therapy because I knew my therapist was right and I wanted to keep being wrong. I wanted to keep my bad habits like charms on a bracelet. I did not want to be brave. I think I like my brain best in a bar fight with my heart. I think I like myself a little broken. I’m ok if that makes me less loved. I like poetry better than therapy anyway. The poems never judge me for healing wrong.

Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers