— Postcard. (C. Sep. 5, 1927)
It reads: “Monday.
My dear Evelyn,
Had a ford/good(?) look round yesterday. Went to see Holyrood Castle + York Bridge. Hope you will have a jolly good time.
Love to you + all. H.B.”

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— Postcard. (C. Sep. 5, 1927)
It reads: “Monday.
My dear Evelyn,
Had a ford/good(?) look round yesterday. Went to see Holyrood Castle + York Bridge. Hope you will have a jolly good time.
Love to you + all. H.B.”
conversations with the woods
Sunset at Glacier Point - Summer 2016
Lowlands, scotland, august 2013
đi làm chán ẻ, quá chán và không thể động não được, so figure I'll write something here after millions of years.
buồn quá, vừa buồn vừa sợ. "What if" somehow becomes a scary term representing the unknown coming at you at an undeniable unstoppable speed you don't dare to open your eyes (as if it helps).
and strange as it is the cheesy pink of heather in the late Scottish summer becomes something soothing, unexpectedly familiar, too much you wish its presence becomes yours (weird word playing i know). honestly just ao ước 1 ngày cuối tuần hai vợ chồng đi dạo ở pentland giữa các hàng thông nhiều bụi heather hồng sến ỉa, đầy cứt cừu và nấm.
cố lên tình yêu tôi. million years later we'll look back at this time and we'll laugh fk hard, for the hardship we're going through and the silliness of even thinking this is hard.
cheers, my dear.
hollow
There’re days you’re just sad. meltingly sad. sky’s blue. sun’s out, shining through your soul. light and breezy. and weirdly, all you ever feel is merely the abysmal sadness that fills up the void of your hollow soul. don’t know what to do. no idea what to think of. the nothingness permeates. I’ll blame it on the birth control pill.
untitled by ✞ Young Prism ✞ on Flickr.
"Lúc còn trẻ, thường không mấy ai cảm nhận được sự hiện diện của bố mẹ xung quanh mình, vì nó là điều hiển nhiên. Chỉ khi ngoài 30, ra đời đủ lâu, nếm trải đủ thế nào là người dưng nước lã, mới thấy kinh hãi về một ngày không còn xa nữa, sáng thức dậy không còn bố mẹ. Không còn bánh mì treo sẵn đầu xe. Bữa tối không sẵn có, sập át ko có ai sửa, bát tự rửa, quần áo tự giặt. Hết tiền ko có ai để xin. Mình ta với ngôi nhà trống, không có hai người già nằm đó như đã từng mấy chục năm qua. Còn ai quan tâm đến ta nữa ko ?"
“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”
— Epiphany
Elsa Muñoz (b.1983, Mexican-American) ~ Nightshore - Oil on Panel 60 x 40 in - 2011 (Détail)
“I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.”
— Andrea Gibson
“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”
— Josephine Hart, Damage
“Whatever causes night in your soul may leave stars.”
— Victor Hugo
“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,”
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