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Joanna Klink, "Wayfaring“, Raptus

reuiio

“The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands.”

— Carolyn Forché, from her poem “Because One is Always Forgotten”

vintagehomecollection

The Los Angeles House: Decoration and Design in America's 20th-Century City, 1995

helenvaughans

Things don't have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What's the function of a galaxy? I don't know if our life has a purpose and I don't see that it matters. What does matter is that we're a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass.

–Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven

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my-russia

A tiny island in Syagozero, Karelia

kosmogrl

you can begin again and again and again for the rest of your life

fortuneaday

cervine-arctophile

paintings by Yoshino Ryoko

tordenvejr

no connection without willingness to be seen. no connection without curiosity and understanding, without compassion and forgiveness. no connection without tolerance and inconvenience. no connection without the courage to divulge feelings, thoughts and needs. no connection without putting the health of the bond before pride or the comfort of hiding. no connection without embarassing yourself a little. without hard conversations, or the space and will to learn and grow. without accepting and loving imperfection