Maisse

photography + genealogy + osu + george

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so I’ve created a new account following the loss of my old blog. My name is Aiden and I’m a 21 year old, long haired redhead of English-German-FrenchCanadian-Polish-Danish-Scottish-Irish descent living in that odd region of the Midwest most people don’t think of or even acknowledge, the upper peninsula of Michigan. I’ve enjoyed photography for 7 years and had a deep interest in music all my life; it seems to be the fuel of most of my days. My life almost feels dictated by some of the music I listen to. I work as a grocer and my newest recent interests include genealogy and spirituality. I’ve recently even had my awakening and spontaneous calling to philosophy. I love to write analytically about subjects. I have an intj-a personality with istj tendencies. Birth signs are a Cancer Sun, Libra Moon, Taurus Rising. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get to recover that old account as tumblr doesn’t even send me a password reset in my junk email so, I’ll be posting some photography and music and other things that come to mind :)

[woodsandhearth]

Love is patient. Lust can’t wait and is impulsive.

Love is kind. Lust is cruel, critical, and manipulative.

Love does not envy. Lust seeks more than it earns.

Love does not boast. Lust serves self at the expense of others.

Love is not proud. Lust is easily threatened.

Love is not rude. Lust is disrespectful and thoughtless.

Love is not self-seeking. Lust is demanding and uncaring.

Love is not easily angered. Lust is temperamental and retaliatory.

Love keeps no records of wrongs. Lust does not forget offenses.

Love does not delight in evil. Lust commits wrong to get its own way and rationalizes it.

Love rejoices in the truth. Lust encourages lies and covers up misdeeds.

Love always protects. Lust takes for selfish gain and lacks concern for consequences to others.

Love always trusts. Lust is suspicious and jealous.

Love always hopes. Lust says one chance and you’re out.

Love always perseveres. Lust retreats when it is no longer convenient.

Love never fails (it is constant, enduring, and faithful to the end). Lust ends when self is no longer served (it is fickle, insecure, and unfaithful).

[doraaaaa]

Communication goes a long way. If you’re busy, say it. If you’re upset, express it. If you’re late, let people know. If you’re unsure, ask. It’s so simple but so important.

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Realizing your life is in thousands of seemingly untie able knots is stressful and tiring. I do not like knots it’s the reason it took me til 5th grade to tie my shoes but I’m also stupidity. Some Fishing knots you can imagine are even more tiresome

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I need some tips to becoming a more empathic self it’s a characteristic I seriously lack. Can I really achieve wisdom, what I seek most, without this? Did philosophers lack empathy drowned out by their thoughts and theologies?

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Found some views on the bike trails, first ride of the year a week back

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2am rain walk to accept all the positive energy flowing thru my godliness

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Went on a bike ride to a dirty stream to journal my anxieties. Pete Seeger - Dirty Stream is one of my latest favorite songs. “Still I love it and I’ll keep the dream”

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malachite ♡ source

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I don’t get to experience trees like this around me all the time. Just how can there be a forest of trees all standing 60’ tall that aren’t pine trees is refreshing. One of the things most enjoyable about the fall going into winter is the clearance of the leaves where you just seem to see more of the details of the tree. Like a corpse without its flesh. Simple beauty. One of my old photos on a day of fishing :)

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I feel likes there’s no coincidence in life at this point, just so many synchronicities and it freaks my spiritual self out. I compared buckles with an older gentleman customer a day before he came up and gave me this buckle. The copper/brass Roy rogers museum figure was a souvenir my grandmother gave me the last time I seen her and I fear for her and been praying for her recently. Good thing I’ll be visiting her here in a week. She showed me so many good old country folk tunes the time I had gotten this. ❤️

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my new recent favorite drink is the severed lime liquid death sparkling water idk what it is but it hits better than a sprite any day. I’m also just that peculiar fella that loves slamming an occasional mystic mango kombucha and apple cider vinegar drinks.

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My lil grumpy nap boy after work