The Phenomenon Of âCrown Shynessâ Where Trees Avoid Touching
noise dept.
No title available
cherry valley forever
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
đȘŒ
Monterey Bay Aquarium
No title available

#extradirty
Jules of Nature

ç„æ„ / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin
Today's Document
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

â
Game of Thrones Daily

Love Begins

Janaina Medeiros
No title available
Sweet Seals For You, Always

PR's Tumblrdome
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Georgia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Netherlands

seen from Germany
seen from Netherlands
seen from Canada

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
@ghostsinmygraveyard
The Phenomenon Of âCrown Shynessâ Where Trees Avoid Touching
Yoshi Busan (ë¶ì°ëííŹ)
âCheck out these blogsâ and one of them is âbeemovieeroticaâ
I-
No. No, I donât think I will, thanks.
mossy
Pretty lampshade appreciation post
JosĂ© Antonio da Silva - Campo de Abacaxi (Pineapple Field), 1951.  Oil on canvas/ 70 x 100 cm. Â
"Queen of swords " art by Marco Nizzoli
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glĂŒck
itâs so true that the greatest weapon against nihilism and existential despair is to find joy in the mundane and never stop chasing after love
Ronan & Gansey & Theo & Boris: friends âtil the end
[ @whitealbum / hozier / donna tartt / taylor swift / uncredited / frank ocean / maggie stiefvater / oscar wilde / @frenchtoastlesbian / virginia woolf / john crowley / olivia rodrigo / donna tartt / peter straughan / richard linklater / olivia de recat / david fincher ]
i went to the intersection of desire and suffering and everybody knew you
The Long Way  -  Kayla Martel , 2022.
Irish, b. 1980s
Oil on canvas , 24 x 30 cm.
Art Nouveau Brooch by Eugene Feuillatre c.1900
winter nights by Simon Byrne
after a suicide attempt in 2016
âWhen Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I donât know. Further north, Iâd guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think sheâs up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. Heâs holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, theyâd fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didnât get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying heâs pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. Sheâs got a hanker for plums and ainât nothing else gonna do. Itâs when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddyâs truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. Thatâs how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You donât earn it. Itâs given.â
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13