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@siriansage
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Alex Grey
by Hasui Kawase
I just finished this song, hope you enjoy the mystical, melodic, and chill. 💙
honestly life’s too short to not cry about stupid shit like sometimes you just gotta fling yourself onto your bed and burst into tears, cleanse ur little heavy heart
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.” Rumi Isaak Brodsky - Park in the Autumn, 1910.
I want to experience a soft love with someone I know my heart’s safe with
This kind of love shines within you, and through you. Look for it.
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@tristan.todd
Roger Dean, “Pathways at Night”
Welcome back! Are you doing well?
To put it as nicely as I can, things have been really hard for me, and I have been suffering quite a bit. About 5 months ago, I had a bad dream that I would be in this situation, and back then, I couldn’t have believed it was a possibility.
By the time it happened, I had forgotten about the dream, and felt blindsided when the dream actually came true. I am devastated by another loss, another trauma, one that I wish could have been avoided. If only someone had made different choices.
It feels like the music in me has been lost again. I don’t know how to get it back. I hope I can.
My tumblr here has been a refuge that I made for myself to help me cope, to remind me of the beauty in this world, when sometimes I lose touch and forget it exists. As long as this blog continues and I keep posting, that means I am still here, persevering despite the ongoing, repeated agony that life keeps dishing out.
Nicholas Roerich (Russia, 1874-1947)
Way to Shambala 1933