the soft contentedness of being held by your lover as you drift in and out of sleep on a sunny Sunday afternoon

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the soft contentedness of being held by your lover as you drift in and out of sleep on a sunny Sunday afternoon
LOVE!
Let the universe kick people out of your life
Because it is making space
For some blessings that's about to enter your life
- 555
You still remember your last hug with them
You still have so much to say
But now it's too late
Different lives and different thoughts
It's like you both live in different worlds
Maybe in the future someday
You will meet again
And reveal all the things
That never been said
We need to understand that people, especially those we've known for a long time, are not stagnant creatures. They can work on themselves and outgrow your perception of them. And that change shouldn't be met with sarcasm, cynicism, or ridicule.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
Jane Irish "Museo di Casa Martelli" 2013 gouache on Tyvek 24x21" (courtesy of Locks Gallery)
‘I’m Broke and Mostly Friendless, and I’ve Wasted My Whole Life’
This morning’s clouds.
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“I found out I was in love with you, winter before last,” she said. “I wasn’t going to say anything about it because - well, you know. If you felt anything like that for me, you’d have known I did. But it wasn’t both of us. So there was no good in it. But then, when you told us you’re leaving… At first I thought, all the more reason to say nothing. But then I thought, that wouldn’t be fair. To me, partly. Love has a right to be spoken. And you have a right to know that somebody loves you. That somebody has loved you, could love you. We all need to know that. Maybe it’s what we need most.”
- A Fisherman of the inland sea, Ursula K. Leguin
A part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. The older you get, the more mistakes you’ve made, opportunities you’ve missed, people you’ve disappointed. And every day you have to remind yourself to be kind and forgiving of yourself. You accept and love the you from the past and understand that it’s all a part of the process. Then you move on and live your best life, knowing now as old as you feel today, you’ll never be this young again.
Vorontsov Palace, Alupka, Crimea
I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.
— Dorianne Laux, from “On the Back Porch,” Only As the Day Is Long: New and Selected Poems
David Peat. Comforting Arm, Glasgow, Scotland. 1968