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What a privilege it is to get old.
What a privilege it is to show signs of aging.
What a privilege it is to not have passed at a young age.
What a privilege it is to have smile lines, wrinkles, graying hair, healing scars, and other signs your body has lived for years.
What a privilege it is to get old.
if you go looking for doom and gloom all you will see is doom and gloom. if you go looking for reduced items at the grocery store you may find a littol treat
songs that feel like being carried to your room after falling asleep on the couch
if you're having trouble sleeping the best you can do is put a bright object close to your face and look at it for at least 30 minutes. if that doesn't work you can close your eyes but make sure to think really hard about a bunch of bullshit
sundays rule number 1: DON'T THINK ABOUT YOUR LIFE
artist: ana clerici
*watches a studio ghibli film* maybe… life is okay
I’ll be dreaming of you // watercolor, gouache, and pen on paper
thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight
nia gould
artist: margaret jeane
artist: holly warburton