[dapperseoul]

[lamignonette]

[thesparrow1996]

Laura Benson, 2025

[zegalba]

Ink Artwork by Endre Penovác

[boppinbobby-moved-deactivated20]

float on mama

[maviyenot]

[dridelus]

[bonivers]

And Now That You Don’t Have To Be Perfect You Can Be Good 2026

[byruit]

[flickrhorses]

wild horses

[gobloggirl]

[miamaimania]

“Swans” (2015) by Olga Frantskevich ☀ Stitched paradise where elegance glides

[membraneshock]

rip to all the “fuckyeah___” blogs that carried our society at one point </3

[petaltexturedskies]

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal' some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.

Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

[wovi]

[patronsaintofweepingmothers]

2006

[aropride]

pros: it would most likely vastly improve my life in a multitude of ways

cons: might get scared

[petaltexturedskies]

I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.

Mary Oliver, “I worried”