Ramble On

this is where I tend to run to

[achillesinhighheels]

[supernova-grrrl]

twigs vouging

[marcitlali]

this is so beautiful

[wifigirl2080-deactivated2014081]

But okay like bitch okay

[s1uts-deactivated20250921]

I need to see her live so bad

[joelpersels]

[deeperprocess00]

[inspiredsunnie]

@laetiada

[sumrot]

[andtenderness-deactivated202601]

“I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by David McDuff, from “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via atreides)

[space-pics]

Stars Sparkle in New Hubble Image by NASA Hubble Space Telescope

[aestum]

(by fernlichtsicht)

[heartfairy]

retiring to your chambers >>>>>>

[greenaestheticsforever]

Green forest

[hannahleah]

Denis Piel, Desert Love, 1984

[poetryforall]

[rcpaskus]

[ramblingwanderess]

Anxious.

Swirling sentiments drift in nebulous skies, encircling my thoughts, restless. Whispering gentle murmurs of thoughts entangling, mingling and bewildered thoughts. Their characters cascading down my palate and trickling so leisurely from the edge of my tongue like saccharine nectar, golden nectar. For all I speak is kindness.

Gloom.

Gilded beams of radiance pirouette through the lifeless woods, the empty recesses of my soul, saturating each crevice and cavity, every fissure and every void, filled with radiance, brilliance as vivid as flames and as tender as down. The flames fade and all that remains is shadow, bereft of the luminance frolicking amidst the foliage. The light still faint. For I cannot endure a day without a smile or laughter.

Reflection.

Overpowering surge of rapture blooming into abrupt revelations amid existence. Sudden waves of luminous energy enveloping my corporeal form. I respire. Inhale. I sense an accumulation, dredging up all the pessimism ensconced within, whilst inhaling affirmative reverberations. Exhale. Discharged negative sentiment, exhaled into a mist, a mist destined to wander indefinitely, never to be discovered.

Harmony.

Shift perspectives. My gaze drifts in and out of cognizance. I delve into another dimension and observe the harmonies pirouette all around, encompassing my vision, in three-dimensional resonance I perceive the melody trailing in its wake, nothing so sublime. One by one. I feel blades piercing my core, gentle prods, escalating to deeper jabs, then to gashes, to cavernous gashes, my heart mirrors the undulations of the instruments. I sense it all. Even my silhouettes sway as I look skyward at the radiant sun, feeling its warmth enfold my flesh. I sway. I sway in a trance, drifting and spinning through eternity, whirling and reshaping reality, ensnared in moments that appear too good to be true.

[perfectfeelings]

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”

— Unknown

[orofeaiel]

Sunlight Cascading Over the Olympics