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Are you back?!
I wouldn't say I'm back, but I'm around. :)
It’s raining in this quiet place. I feel at peace with all the decisions I’ve made whenever I find myself in this setting, no matter what has happened. I can’t explain it at all. The promise of my timid optimism is infinite in these moments.
Our memory is childish and it saves only what we need.
Czesław Miłosz, “Yellow Bicycle”
//hello from above\
Sentimental Scenery - Festa
Banff National Park, Alberta - by Zach Doehler
Everybody has a little bit of the sun and moon in them. Everybody has a little bit of man, woman, and animal in them. Darks and lights in them. Everyone is part of a connected cosmic system. Part earth and sea, wind and fire, with some salt and dust swimming in them. We have a universe within ourselves that mimics the universe outside. None of us are just black or white, or never wrong and always right. No one. No one exists without polarities. Everybody has good and bad forces working with them, against them, and within them.
Suzy Kassem, “Part Sun and Moon”
Tsunenori - Coastline
Not that I want to be a god or a hero. Just to change into a tree, grow for ages, not hurt anyone.
Czesław Miłosz
Kenichiro Nishihara - Prism Tale
Yes, I’m still around. And of course, I miss you, tumblr friends.
Much love in 2019, and always.
A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.
Rachel Sontag, House Rules