Goodbye Comrades, 1992
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Goodbye Comrades, 1992
A Gathering in the Woods, by Mariachiara Di Giorgio
The soft eyes! The forward facing ears! The question mark tail! Not to mention the poise and control! This little dude is having a blast and is SO good at it!!
𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢
Nothing in your life has been random. Not the person who broke your heart. Not the job that ended. Not the door that closed without warning. Not even the moments you still don't fully understand. You think you were unlucky. You think you chose wrong. You think you should have seen it coming. But every encounter exposed something. Every ending revealed something. Every disappointment stripped something back. Some people arrived to awaken you. Some arrived to test your boundaries. Some arrived to show you exactly what you will never tolerate again. And yes, some came to hurt you. But even that pain carved clarity. Even that loss sharpened your self-worth. You weren't being punished. You were being refined. Growth rarely feels graceful while it's happening. It feels like confusion. It feels like loss. It feels like the ground shifting under your feet. But nothing was wasted. Every lesson stretched your capacity. Every fracture widened your heart. Every time you chose to keep going, something stronger in you took shape. Stop labeling your story as good or bad. It was necessary. It was forming you. Trust the unfolding. Trust the timing. Trust that the same force that dismantled what no longer fit is the one building what does. Life is not happening against you. It is happening through you. And you are becoming exactly who you were meant to be.
your friends love you, your brain is just mean
Schiaparelli RTW Spring 2023, Red Crystal-encrusted surrealistic ants.
okay, i JUST noticed the cuff buttons, and I am OBSESSED:
catch me putting eye cuff buttons on all my most normal, formal work attire and see who notices that i'm cosplaying undercover ophanim.
Mont-Saint-Michel, France 19th century
cave waters
julian de narvaez piranesi illustration i will think about you every day for the rest of my life
Fiddleheads are a delicious Spring delicacy when properly cleaned and cooked. They are a great wild foraged vegetable served with meats and seafood!
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Is this how you roll?
Ocean and rocks looking like clouds and mountains / By Frederick Judd Waugh (1861-1940)
Some Like It Hot (1959) dir. Billy Wilder
Alex Kuno
"Shadow Puppets"
the idea that every summer will be as hot if not hotter than this for the rest of my life is unbearable i need to (remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health) murder an oil executive
day 6 / ???
this is really interesting in how it frames disability/low spoons/etc as not being a series of internal symptoms, but specifically a situation in which daily tasks increase in complexity. for example i used to be able to wash the dishes normally. but now mental and physical issues combine to make that situation have a lot of prequalifications (do I have time, energy, how long can I do it without being sore the next day) that means many more steps are involved in getting that single physical act of washing a dish to be done.
I’m trying to remember the quote. “On a good day, doing laundry is three steps. On a bad day, the first step is getting out of bed.”