[ant-twan]

This little old abandoned house in my neighborhood is a beautiful sight on a spring day

[matchafigs]

valentine’s day matcha date

[angelicdust]

[fuq-off-and-on]

Sometimes you just need to hear how much you mean to someone

[tiferet]

honey and clover, chica umino

[vincentpriceofficial]

I think for a lot of people “I am completely helpless and powerless” and “I am completely powerful and in control” are both basically comforting fantasies because most of us live our lives in an in between place where we have enough agency to be responsible for our actions but not enough agency to have true control over our lives and the tension between power and powerlessness in the day to day is psychologically wearing and exhausting

[persianmom-deactivated20251026]

gently guiding my brain out of a full blown spiral like i would a lost child who is looking for their parent

[cocainejuul]

I hope everyone grows tired of being cruel to each other soon

[frailbug]

rabbit by dru rene

[notgreatbob]

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

[lovequotespost]

[cat-pic]

茶碗にピッタリ♪

[sandman-kk]

Shiinamachi, Tokyo. Sep 2016.

by sandman-kk | instagram | prints

[anxeious]

[oncewild]

thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:

“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.

That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.

I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”

[sailermoon]

huge shout out to this little kid for writing my favorite poem

[2peachy]

[islandmusic]

雲の間から光が差し込む神秘的な風景