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Kollafjörður Bay, Iceland. June 2017.

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home sweet home

some bunnies in a nice neat row

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person who is chronically outside

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they see discourse and just go

HOOOooo man, this is JUST like when two sparrows want the same sunflower seed

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this spring is slicing me in half. like an apple. will not be explaining what i mean by this

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EARLY SUMMER (1951) dir. Yasujirō Ozu

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*mental illness voice* i should get super into animal crossing again

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Can someone possibly live without love?

You mean, love in any form? No, I don’t think it’s possible. It’s possible to live without tenderness (I’m not one of the people who would handle it, but I guess it’s possible) but love in the wider sense…no, I don’t think so. People with cold hearts surely experience themselves in terms of the world but I don’t think they experience life’s fullness/wholeness nor have the ability to connect with their fellow human beings and that makes them suffocatingly isolated and not open or receptive. And a certain deadness of the spirit comes along with all that, Idk. I mean, surely, they might “exist” but “to exist” has nothing to do with actual living. Living involves warmth imo, that’s all. Warmth, clarity of perception, the privilege of experiencing yourself, owning yourself as well as sharing that self of yours. You can still be alone or feel alone but as long as you can embody your own being and find meaning in everything that has an impact on your soul, that means you’re alive. And that means you’re still learning and allowing yourself to experience your emotions regarding the world, regarding the people who matter to you etc. But yeah, that’s just me and my definition of living.