A tree line in the Slovenian countryside by Sarah Espeute

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A tree line in the Slovenian countryside by Sarah Espeute
today i saw tiny little bulbs sprouting out of the ground!!! spring is around the corner!!!
Palestinian refugee Rajab al-Toom, 127-year-old, holds the key of his house from which he fled during the 1948 war known by Palestinians at the “Nakba” which means in Arabic “catastrophe” in reference to the birth of the state of Israel 67-years-ago in British-mandate Palestine, which drove Palestinians out of their homes. When Rajab Mohamed al-Toom was forced to leave his home in Beer Sheva city in 1948 at the age of 60, he thought he would return in just days or weeks. Today, 67 years later, al-Toom, now 127, is still stuck in Jabalya, a refugee camp in northern Gaza. By Wissam Nassar .
Note: Rajab Al-Tom died this year at the age of 128. Allah yerhamo
standing in a stream
“in bloom for only / a few weeks, wisteria– / cascades of blue grief”
— Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 10 April 2022 (via memoryslandscape)
my father couldn’t warm my frozen hands
Keep reading
Mary Oliver, from New and Selected Poems, Vol. Two // summer and memory and living
1 / 2 / 3 / 4 /5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 // memory mb pt2/3
Thinkin about my sister’s kitten Blue, and her dark circles.
Sleepy
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@nee-naw-nee-naw-beepbeep blue <33333
we love blue <3333
“Dog sighs are some form of distilled truth. What does he know? What do dogs know? Ed sighs like he knows the truth about me and he loves me anyway.” - Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe
Edward Hopper ,, Coffee,,1955 .
There's a labyrinth. In the middle of it, a minotaur is making waffles.
Minotaur in his kitchen
Ok so there’s these tidal islands in Northern Germany that are connected by little tiny trains that you have to drive yourself, which is already delightfully ghibli-esque.
But then I found out UNTIL THE 196OS, THE TRAINS HAD LITTLE SAILS AND WERE WIND-POWERED?
THAT’S THE MOST GHIBLI THING TO EVER EXIST ON THIS PLANET, BRING IT BACK YOU MONSTERS.
@pea-green
Raymond Carver, “Rain,” in All of Us: The Collected Poem
[ID: A poem titled “Rain.” It reads as follows:
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute
Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning.
Would I live my life over again? Make the same unforgivable mistakes? Yes, given half a chance. Yes. End ID]
[Text transcript: “Raymond Carver, “Rain,” in All of Us: The Collected Poem.” End transcript]
Individualism is a poison upon this earth.
You and i overlap in more categories than we remain seperate. A mirror is held up every time you face another human. I am you and you are me bitch
Looking at the notes is so fucking funny cause literally everyone is like “no thank I am the exception” lol no you are not. All your experiences are cosmically mundane and you gotta learn to see the beauty in that instead of feeling threatened.
just diagnosed with forehead kiss deficiency:/
Camonghne Felix, from “On Entropy”