S E R E N I T Y

The peace before the storm

[sehyn]

my mom says she’s not a hugger. but when i put my arms around her on a gloomy day or after bad news she’s the last to let go. my dad says he doesn’t want gifts on his birthday, but i see the way his face lights up when i get him a card with a nice message and a box full of chocolate anyway. he’s just a kid inside, still. it makes him giddy. my brother never says i love you. but when i tell him “i just need to finish the dishes before i vacuum!” he wordlessly goes to vacuum the entire house before i can, and if he sees me struggle with a wrapper or a jar or a bottle he mutters ‘c’mere’ and opens it for me without even sparing me a glance. the thing is, people love you quietly, and you love them quietly, and the air is buzzing with tiny but grand gestures & once you look for them, you find them everywhere. i think that’s really beautiful.

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

I hope you find a cozy home in yourself instead of wishing you were more this or less that. I hope you see something in yourself worth loving and protecting. I hope you find something that brings you comfort and lessens the loneliness. I hope you go on long walks and drink your favourite tea. I hope you have books, daydreams, paintbrushes, music and other escapes to hold on to when you have nothing else. I hope you continue to try even when you’re tired and can’t see the end. I hope unexpected good things come to surprise you. I hope you meet someone who lights up your life and makes up for all the goodbyes and endings that came before. I hope you’re going through your day and feel a sense of lightness all over and wonder to yourself, maybe it’s all going to be alright. I hope you make yourself proud. I hope you make new memories full of warmth and peace to replace the bad ones. I hope your heart will be surrounded with flowers, trees and stars. I hope everything gets better for you.

[stunningpicture]

[sunsetpinks-deactivated20220109]

“All beautiful poetry is an act of resistance.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, from The Essence of the Poem (via wishbzne)

[destroymylife]

[naturalcottage]

Enjoying the sunshine and warmth, wearing long cotton dresses, growing flowers, walking a lot, taking care of plants, listening to the birds singing and preparing dishes for closest friends.

[conceptualsolitude]

concept: me, wandering through the morning fog of a flowery hillside. the world is still and silent and calm

[valendyke]

i made a quiz: what does your soul smell like? (friendship/ relationship compatibility in the results!)

[quarlo]

[coldc0re]

[healingsuggestions]

you are growing from this you are growing from this you are growing from this

[genterie]

Fairy Wings (detail) by TheFancyFairy on Etsy

[champagnepaint]

[coltre]

[destroymylife]

[amortizing]

““So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.””

— (via goodreadss)

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