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.

[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

[huariqueje]

Whispers of light - Line Holtegaard

Danish , b, 1980 -

Oil on canvas , 100 x 150 cm.

[petaltexturedskies]

The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.

Tennessee Williams

[fairycosmos]

i really don’t have the time to be the way i am

[sioltach]

Kirsten Chursinoff

A selection of berry-themed textile art. Free-motion machine quilting and hand embroidery, using some quilting and applique techniques.

[kmnysak]

[looneylune]

I think if I could just see this on my walk every day 90% of my problems would be cured

[my-dailydreams]

[looneylune]

honestly tho

[kosmogrl]

the day is gonna end anyway and your warm bed will be waiting so you might as well do the hard things and not let them ruin your day

[kosmogrl]

this is unironically how I push myself to do everything I dread

[looneylune]

Maybe I'm doing everything wrong but at least I'm doing, right? Moving. Trying. Talking to people. Being useful. If that doesn't magically get me closer to what I want, idk what else to do.

I tried being careful and strategic. I spent 8 hours a day on my couch, dreaming, planning, avoiding, and accumulating debt.

So fuck the strategy. Until I cure my ADHD I'll lean into the chaos because if I don't then all I can do is sit very still, afraid to move in case the universe notices me.

I'm sick of this but it's the best I've got.

PS. None of the therapists I've tried talked to seem interested in anything more than survival, but that doesn't make any sense to me. How can it all be about avoiding misery? What's the point if it's not about flourishing? I don't want to live a whole life on the brink of okay. Wtf.

[bluesandbarebones]

just another Tuesday

looking forward is a mindset I've forgotten the psycho term, "horizonless" (learned that listening to a podcast today) is more than just the morning mood when you wake up on a Saturday having nothing on the day's schedule and after the second cup of coffee and the apple, the load of laundry cleaning the vacuum (caretakers also need care) refilling the bird feeders giving the cat his meds forwarding the email watching a video detailing the differences between crows and ravens and a dozen other piddling puttering things now I'm in my kitchen listening to the never-ending voice inside my head while it dictates a poem meanwhile, my heart is looking out over the bitter earth to where you should be standing there in the distance, I should see you but instead, the mirror of a calm sea, an unending monotonous journey not even a text bubble breaking the surface

[looneylune]

meanwhile, my heart

is looking out over the bitter earth

^ just those two lines. all I needed today.

[theartofmadeline]

happy pride! this dragon is gay <3

[metamorphesque]

It’s not about romanticizing the mundane but about being receptive to the beauty that’s already there. The mundane isn’t void of meaning or romanticism; it’s rich with stories waiting to be uncovered and retold, beauty waiting to be seen and acknowledged — a flicker of sunlight on a windowsill, a stranger's smile in passing, the muffled music from your neighbors through the wall, the way steam rises from a cup of tea. Yet, to see it requires more than just looking — it asks for a surrender, a willingness to let go of cynicism and to meet the world on its own terms. Perhaps this is where the art of living begins — not in searching for grand happenings but in learning to embrace the quiet magic of what’s already in front of us. The extraordinary doesn’t need to be created; it has always been there, nestled within the folds of the ordinary, waiting patiently to be seen.

[angelicdewdrop]

[neon-impressions]

Lost

[meraki-16]