[vvakans]

A place to collection memories of your latest trip. (by To Boldly Fold)

[theoptia]

Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27

Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.

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[petaltexturedskies]

There is a kind of sadness that comes from knowing too much, from seeing the world as it truly is. It is the sadness of understanding that life is not a grand adventure, but a series of small, insignificant moments, that love is not a fairy tale, but a fragile, fleeting emotion, that happiness is not a permanent state, but a rare, fleeting glimpse of something we can never hold onto. And in that understanding, there is a profound loneliness, a sense of being cut off from the world, from other people, from oneself.

Virginia Woolf

[weltenwellen]

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

[weltenwellen]

Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

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[callmekid]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BjOvj5MAHAF/

[cozy-brew]

journaling is such a cozy activity to do :)

Source

[vvnnie]

[weltenwellen]

Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

[thcartierrug]

[the-bookshop]

Source.

[floral-art-prints]

Evening at the Iris Field by Timothy Easton (Undated, Öl auf Leinwand)

[galeru]

[tresbongout]

[weltenwellen]

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[soporificsedatives-deactivated2]

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse