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[lvndscapes-blog]

[sacred-dwellings]

“At the very core of connection, our homes fill a basic psychological need for shelter and safety. But they should do a lot more than that. They should provide connection with others and a sense of belonging, space for rest and replenishment. If your home does not satisfy these needs, it will create disharmony in your life.”

— Maureen K. Calamia, Creating Luminous Spaces: Use the Five Elements for Balance and Harmony in Your Home and in Your Life

[just--space]

[magic-spelldust]

[stay-close]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

— Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum

[thebookquotes]

You cross my mind, a lot. More times than I like to admit; you seem to have taken up permanent residence, making your home in the deepest corners of my mind. And sometimes I get caught up in my head, I'll lose myself in the colour of your eyes – even in my head I'm helpless – and I have to remind myself to breathe.

— Julia Pollacco, Inhale, Exhale

[understands]

[ambermaitrejean]

[bled]

[compulsive]

[mutton-biriyani]

"It’s a dangerous thing to romanticise the past. To allow nostalgia to drag up old memories from the depths of our hearts and fashion them into something they’re not. We built a mirage from a memory and knelt before it like a false god. What we called love was nothing but foolish hope."

-𝘉𝘦𝘢𝘶 𝘛𝘢𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘕𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘨𝘪𝘢

[danger]

[tightlipscoldfeet]

[humming-a-memory]

“I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories.” ― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

[nakedly]

[running-fromlove]

[retropicool]