WE, THE BOLD

"...and salt the earth behind you"

[aditiv3rse]

we were meant to live slowly!!!! we were meant to savor moments and feel unabashedly lazy and frolic and smell the flowers and laugh with our entire hearts and love with our entire souls!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for resting!!!!!! don’t ever feel guilty for slowing down!!!!!! enjoying life shouldn’t be something you’re ashamed of

[wizardpostsdotorg]

when it’s really bad again and it’s still way better than it used to be but it’s still really bad. and you do all the right stuff and you try and try and it still really hurts but it’s working but it still hurts and you go see the beautiful majesty of nature and your soul is so close to being at peace but your mind is still in pain. and it’s better but it’s still bad. and the sun is setting.

[bb-susina]

Anthony Bourdain: Parts Unknown s6e2 - Marseille

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[theambitiouswoman]

[lupinepixie]

[kosmogrl]

[safe-haven-safe-place]

[plutorichh]

[1crepe]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bia2HGFBJpq/

[boringangel]

Sotce

[sulfatto-deactivated20241018]

[softhe4rted]

first read on @exitmusicfrafilm’s post about 2023

[bplr]

[lepraddd]

[vintage-tigre]

Anthony Bourdain, from Les Halles Cookbook

[stuckinapril]

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

[stuckinapril]

this is not just "look out the window and sigh" longing. i'm talking you're at the grocery store and you're suddenly hit w a wave of grief bc you don't have it. you don't have whatever it is you ache so badly to have. you go about your everyday life and yet it throbs under your skin moment by moment, almost as though it has a life of its own. that's the kind of longing i mean.