The Wanderer - Sari Bremer 2023.
Finnish, b. 1976 -
Colour etching , 70 x 80 cm.
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The Wanderer - Sari Bremer 2023.
Finnish, b. 1976 -
Colour etching , 70 x 80 cm.
I had to unexpectedly say goodbye to my very best friend last week. I’m straight up *not* doing well. She would have been only 10 in two weeks’ time.
I’ll miss her more than I think I can even comprehend right now. And that’s quite a lot.
I’ll love you always, Bernice. ❤️🐈
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The odd one out.
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Am I the only person who would hate any form of reincarnation? Mary, this go around is hard enough I can not be doing this again.
A man feeds donkey sulla flowers and foliage from its own load near Gangi, Sicily, Italy, January 1955.Photograph by Luis Marden, National Geographic
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It’s the last Shaw-prefaced month until Shawnukkah, you guys.
Make it count.
It’s come to my attention that this is the 7th Shawctober. Hatchi matchi.
WELCOME TO SHAW-CTOBER
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If you genuinely enjoy being alone, do you ever wonder if it is an inherent part of your character or if it stems from feeling inescapably lonely in the first place until you taught yourself to enjoy the peace and happiness one can find in solitude? what if the reason you now prefer & choose solitude at every turn is because you were a very lonely child, or teenager, not by your own choice, and that’s how you learnt to thrive and grow, so you no longer know if you can do that around people? There might also be an element of personal pride, an unconscious “you can’t fire me I quit” point when your brain decided to switch your feelings about solitude from distress to relief. I often find myself defending my love of being alone, to people who worry that I can’t possibly be happy to live in an isolated house in the woods; I insist that I do! I really do specifically enjoy the isolated factor and chose to live here because of it, but then I wonder how to differentiate an ingrained love of solitude from an acquired ability to thrive off unchosen loneliness, to learn from it and be nourished by it; to what extent it might be a form of contentment built on a bedrock of resignation.
don’t… do this
I just applied to a job that lists “5 years of Tumblr experience” in its qualifications.
Seems legit.