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@iboughtalemon
Losing people you love hurts.
Whether it’s a best friend, a family member, or an ex, their absence leaves a space that nothing else can fill.
What’s left is the love you carried for them, and the grief so heavy it takes your breath away, a reminder of how deeply you loved.
Sometimes the pain doesn’t fade, it just teaches you how much you were capable of feeling.
Seiichi Hayashi, from JCA Annual 5 (1984)
Larrabee State Park, near Bellingham, Washington, May, 1973
I am at my happiest and most content place in my life so far. Being employed in my dream position, surrounded by people who genuinely care about me. I've come to realize that the simple things in life matter, and I appreciate the uniqueness in myself.
KEITH HARING
UNTITLED (WEDDING INVITATION), 1988
Call me psychologist.
Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh, The Hague, 21 July 1882
[text ID: Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me.]
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much and forgetting that you are special too.”
— Ernst Hemingway
Vincent van Gogh Patch of Grass 1887
James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
Touch me and see what happens. Engraved kitchen knives, 2022. instagram
Nadia Saikali (Lebanese, b. 1936), Paysage de Montagne, 1995. Oil on canvas, 120 x 100 cm
this is the recovery bee popping in, gently booping your nose and landing on your shoulder to remind you that things will be okay, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now. you’re loved, you’re worthy and you’re important.
the shadow, 2017, oil/canvas, 25 x 30 cm
Kann ich jemals Dinge lieben in denen ich nicht gut bin? Oder bin ich nicht gut in diesen Dingen weil ich sie nicht liebe?
Ja, kann ich! Manchmal kommt die Liebe beim Ausprobieren. Man muss nur seine perfektionistische Haltung loslassen.
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
a cake tower 🍰♡
