per aspera ad astra.

gwen || a wandering mind, a drop of free ocean, a swirl of constellations

[paperpeacesign]

Loneliness was like a huge wave submerging him, sending him down to the very depths of himself, driving him into the darkest reaches of the ocean depths, where an irresistible maelstrom swept him towards a monstrous, gaping chasm, a gigantic sewer grate, while he groped for something to cling to, anguished to the core of his soul.

The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman by Denis Thériault

[lips-smacker]

[rumineely]

[sleg]

[distant-traveller]

[expressions-of-nature]

[fridatuori]

[photographersunite]

[raysofthesun]

[softwaring]

[arquerio]

[zepedroalvarez]

[motivationsforlife]

Glossy Mornings by Jeremy Bishop

[byrondchambers]

[ponderation]

Dhina A

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“No matter how I tried to get closer to him, he would not let me near. As if there were an invisible wall between us. It might seem flexible and blurred, but when compressed it could withstand anything, nothing could get through. A wall made of air.”

Strange Weather in Tokyo by Hiromi Kawakami

[j-k-i-ng]

“A New Hope“ by | Matthias Dengler