PSYCH REWATCH — 2.07 If You're So Smart, Then Why Are You Dead? ❝Phsysics. The physics of psychics. I'm professor Shawn Spencer. I will be your psychic ferryman over the river Styx.❞

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PSYCH REWATCH — 2.07 If You're So Smart, Then Why Are You Dead? ❝Phsysics. The physics of psychics. I'm professor Shawn Spencer. I will be your psychic ferryman over the river Styx.❞
Trail along the Smith River …in the Jedediah Smith Redwoods State Park.
Yapped but I don’t think any of my friends know psych so to tumblr it goes
Hello March 🍀
Pt Vicente
© Susan Kramer 2023 All Rights Reserved
Southern California Coastline
Draw badly. Write nonsensically. Embroider messily. Burn what you bake and cook. Get paint everywhere. Read half a book. Lose your mind for a bit. Plant things. Have faith in the process. Abandon 70 wood-carving projects. Get a kit and do some of it and never return to it. Get comfortable with sucking and losing motivation. Continue to create with reckless abandon.
"If you planted hope today in a heart that felt alone, if you caused a laugh that chased some tears away, if someone’s burden was made lighter because of your kindness, then your day was well spent." - Healing Hugs
A storm hitting the lighthouse in Porthcawl by Marcus Woodbridge
https://poemsrom.co
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Paris Rooftops. by thefuturekept
"At what point does an actual, exact landscape—those details which are recurrent and predictable—begin to blur and soften? Sometimes on a summer evening, walking between my house and a neighbor’s, past the whitebeam trees and the bicycles left glinting in the dusk, I could imagine that I myself was a surreal and changing outline, that there was something almost profound in these reliable shadows, that such lives as mine and my neighbors’ were mythic, not because of their strangeness but because of their powerful ordinariness."
Eavan Boland, Object Lessons: The Life of the Woman and the Poet in Our Time