And then We Were Alive

Call me Lune. I live in the sky, touching upon continents. I fall in love with everything. I write things. I dance too much. I'm trying to learn the bravery to burn brilliant and eternal. I'm sort of an absurdist.

[maureen2musings]

Lavertezzo & Foroglio, in the Ticino region of Switzerland

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[looneylune]

ok woah

[maureen2musings]

Canadian Rockies

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[maureen2musings]

Springtime in Oregon

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[maureen2musings]

Tollymore Forest Park

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[vangoghcore]

by home_of_blossom

[forkeepsblog]

Could I just say something real quick? 

It’s all coming. Whatever you’re starving for, whatever that ache is that stings your bones, it’s coming. The love, the happiness, the adventures, and the creativity that you are seeking, it is all coming for you. Here’s the thing, don’t let your right now get away. The things you find mundane, keep them. Store them in the pocket of your favorite coat like found pennies. They aren’t futile. Do not let them cause you to feel empty and hollow. They are going to be worthwhile. Keep the hunger for what is coming, but please, keep a tight grip on these little ordinary moments that are happening right now, because they – these tiny pieces of this ordinary affair you find yourself in – are the foundation to your extraordinary. And I promise you, if you begin to recognize your right now, you’ll see your extraordinary coming.  

[forkeepsblog]

Wild to see something I wrote years ago still circulating this space & still resonating with us all ♥

[vangoghcore]

by lianamodonova

[leahberman]

past limbo; angeles national forest, california

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[leahberman]

midnight minerals; mono lake, california

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[i-give-you-a-fish]

See him shmoove

[shamanfox]

it’s 3:30 a.m.—the hour the masks slip off,

when even the fridge hum sounds like sacred chant,

and i stand barefoot, priest of nothingness, scoffed

by my own thoughts that won’t sit still or grant

me one clean silence—no, they circus-spin,

monkeys in robes debating god and rent,

one says “you’re doomed,” one says “you’ll always win,”

another eats a chip like it’s the present.

i laugh—because the joke is thick as breath:

the one who fears the void is made of it,

a ghost rehearsing birth, rehearsing death,

while time, half-drunk, forgets what play we’re in.

so here i am—awake, absurd, and free:

the dreamer, dreamed… and also gotta pee.

[oncce-againn]

Oh! The intimacy of adopting each other’s vocabulary.

[sleepimali]

Oops! You accidentally forgot about your tea for too long 🐥🌸

[mollybeenoel]

[expressions-of-nature]

Whatcom, Washington by Sergiy Matusevych

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

[urgetocreate]

Nikita Chan (Chinese/American), Late Night Through The Lily Field, 2025, Colored pencils on paper