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Hey! Now that I have your attention, LISTEN! Wash your hands. STAY AT HOME! HYDRATE! Eat your fruits and veggies. Exercise. Read a book. Watch that Netflix show you've been wanting to binge watch for 6 months. Cleanse your social media. BE HUMAN! Care. Love. Meditate. Pray. Let's explore again once the world has recovered. #loveandlight 💖 https://www.instagram.com/p/B9yp0COJvhZ/?igshid=o2i076hgju68

#loveandlight

cynical on the outside, hopeless romantic deep inside 🥀 https://www.instagram.com/p/B8rAV9TJ-tF/?igshid=1ksqmggrz9idu

clarity, peace, serenity ✨ (at Cornish Sohar) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8Dkf2WJYE7/?igshid=11kj5gas4cu29

✨💖🤟 https://www.instagram.com/p/B70otPQp39e/?igshid=1v129gx01vqqe

I spoke about wings You just flew I wondered, I guessed and I tried You just knew I sighed But you swooned, I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the moon The whole of the moon 🌙 #thewholeofthemoon #moonchild (at Sohar, Oman) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6oHhngJkA4/?igshid=wm2uwhkzqg9b

#thewholeofthemoon #moonchild

Maybe state it in cold facts. Here’s what happens: Before a beam of sunlight gets to your eyes, it has many, many interactions with molecules that cause the so-called scattering of light. Different wavelengths are sent off in different directions when interacting with, say, oxygen or nitrogen in the atmosphere. But at sunset, the light travels through the atmosphere longer before it reaches our eyes, so that much of the blue and purple has been scattered away before it reaches us, leaving the sky to our eyes rich in reds and pinks and oranges. As Tacita Dean put it, “Color is a fiction of light.” I think it's helpful to know how sunsets work and I've never bought the romantic notion that scientific understanding somehow robs the universe of its beauty, but it still doesn't communicate much about how breathtakingly beautiful sunsets are—not breathtakingly, actually, but breath-givingly beautiful. All I can say is that sometimes when the world is between day and night, I’m stopped cold by its splendor, and I feel my absurd smallness, and you’d think that would be sad, but it isn’t. It only makes me grateful. Toni Morrison once wrote that "at some point in life, the world's beauty becomes enough. You don't need to photograph, paint, or even remember it. It is enough." ✨ JOHN GREEN ON SUNSETS ✨ (at Euphoria) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4ZtJWNJ1Fv/?igshid=1rnwreypgh4i4

I have never felt more alone but also more secured of myself and my faith than when I'm traveling solo. Experiencing something great by yourself really has its own virtues. Always and forever grateful despite of... (at Shwezigon Pagoda) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2LpgI3lLX2/?igshid=p40b0gtb41g

velvetmysoul

💃💃💃 (at Mutrah Fort) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0nury9l811/?igshid=1kbl8fed126bp

It isn't #throwbackthursday but I'm posting this old pic because why not? And also, I just saw a post about Scott Pilgrim vs The World. Feeling nostalgic about my wild and adventurous early 20's self. #RamonaFlowers Forever! 💜💙💚❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzhrs5Ul3R2/?igshid=1updxp0czojln

#throwbackthursday #ramonaflowers

Life is what it is about... . If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence could interupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. . Now I'll count up to twelve and you keep quiet and I will go. . •Pablo Neruda• (at Bontoc) https://www.instagram.com/p/BqrfmpEgXcb/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ay40r1odzy5l

I wouldn't want to have to fight for something that should be given willingly. Like sunsets that gently kiss mountaintops. (at Sohar, Oman)

on certain days you don't wish to talk you just sit, stare and observe people, avoiding eye contact and, imagining unrealistic situations . solitude || shreya maurya 🙏🏼 (at Bontoc)

do not fast word into something you're not ready for . or allow yourself to shrink back into what's comfortable . growth lives in the uneasiness the in-betweens the unfinished sentence . you are a season of becoming X || poets 🏵 (at Sohar, Oman)

it is both liberating and soul crushing to know that I am my only hope if I ever want to feel at home in this world . happiness is not external | | prose by kailene

always seeking the light *anniversary reflections 🇴🇲* (at Sohar, Oman)

Miss you Pilipinas 🌅 (at Philippines)

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