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meredith / 20 / happy happy happy

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[weltenwellen]

Mary Oliver, from “Sometimes”, Red Bird

[taylorgraphy13]

there’s a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear

[uridewellbutudontkissnicelyatall]

Botany academia

[cheruib]

a list of simple yet beautiful things to live for:

the feeling of sunlight on your skin

the smell of pastries as you pass by a bakery

being wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands on a cold night

holding hands with the person you can’t imagine living without

discovering a new favorite song and listening to it on repeat

having a relaxing bath after a long exhausting day

secretly admiring a beautiful stranger you saw on the train

[cavatas]

“History is not about dates and quotes and obscure provisos. History is about life. About change. About consequences. Cause and effect. It’s about the mystery of human nature. The mystery of time. And it isn’t just about politics and the military and social issues, which is almost always the way it’s taught. It’s about music and poetry and drama and science and medicine and money and love.”

— David McCullough

[serene-aphrodite]

“Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops of wine, the dew.”

— Adam Zagajewski, tr. by Clare Cavanagh, from “Try to Praise the Mutilated World,” (via lesgardenias)

[j-k-i-ng]

“Oia“ by | Sebastien Nagy

[happifying-things]

[lakevida]

if i was good at oil painting i would never be online i’d just be doing oil painting and drugs and an all-smoothie diet for the sake of convenience. life could be a dream

[detailedart]

Details: Mid Ocean and The Ocean, ca. 1900, by Frederick Judd Waugh.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Abbas Kiarostami, from “A Wolf Lying in Wait; Poems,” published c. 2015

[expressions-of-nature]

Greece by Dimitris Tamvakos

[tpanda073]

yk when someone’s telling a joke but they keep stopping because they’re laughing too hard and then you start laughing even though you don’t know what for or why.....love

[illicitbehaviour]

you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

[the-sunflower-one]

The beauty of the golden hour

[inkskinned]

Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.

I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said "look! It's snowing!" so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn't the first snow and it won't be the last but wasn't it lovely, like that?

How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.

This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you've been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn't it beautiful - I promise, you've been helping.