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[honeytuesday]

there is so much love to be found in the mundane: the clink of mismatched mugs crowding the countertop, buying bruised fruit at the market to make sure everyone finds a home, the gentle rocking of the washing machine syncing up with your heartbeat, rubbing your legs together under fresh blankets like a little cricket, the perfect crunch of an exceptionally crisp chip, jumping straight into a rain puddle and getting a good splash, that first soul-deep stretch after waking up, tucking your face into your favorite sweater and feeling the world slow to a halt, even just for a little bit.

[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

I hope you find a cozy home in yourself instead of wishing you were more this or less that. I hope you see something in yourself worth loving and protecting. I hope you find something that brings you comfort and lessens the loneliness. I hope you go on long walks and drink your favourite tea. I hope you have books, daydreams, paintbrushes, music and other escapes to hold on to when you have nothing else. I hope you continue to try even when you’re tired and can’t see the end. I hope unexpected good things come to surprise you. I hope you meet someone who lights up your life and makes up for all the goodbyes and endings that came before. I hope you’re going through your day and feel a sense of lightness all over and wonder to yourself, maybe it’s all going to be alright. I hope you make yourself proud. I hope you make new memories full of warmth and peace to replace the bad ones. I hope your heart will be surrounded with flowers, trees and stars. I hope everything gets better for you.

[flowerytale]

[flintpunks-mind]

A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

[theformerlylobotomizedcow]

gwendolyn brooks

[nofeelingisfinall]

love is sunlight.

[andrew garfield about emma stone || the song of achilles, madeline miller || sunset, jungho lee || sunlight, hozier || rainer maria rilke || sisters, holly warburton || bloodsport, yves oalde || six of crows, leigh bardugo || kissing god goodbye, june jordan || unkown || david viscott || making amands - panel 3, holly warburton || carry on, rainbow rowell || the miniaturist, jessie burton]

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

U can grieve and still live life. U can miss loving someone and love others. You can hold onto the good moments and simultaneously the bad moments. You can take the learning from a person you let go off and use it for the better. You can love someone and they may not be the right person. You can wish someone the best and love them from a distance. You can think fondly of someone and never talk to them again.. mysteries of the world…

[paradoxarchive]

here, i blur into you

(a love letter to my best friend)

ribs, lorde | kigiom | trista mateer | memorial bench for judy, from janice, source unknown | emma, jane austen | from a letter to doris dana, gabriela mistral | written on the body, jeanette winterson | sunsbleeding | friends, bts (jimin + taehyung) | we were girls together, delaney bailey

[feral-ballad]

Yves Olade, from Bloodsport; “When rome falls”

[Text ID: “You look like you’ve eaten the sun, like / you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.”]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Deto(nation)”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[beelur]

[doomhope]

[ID: Two paintings; the one on the left depicts a cluster of dandelions, and the one on the right depicts a pair of white sneakers, one of them untied. /End ID]

[adjpngs]

warm quotes

[emmaklee]

Jeanette Winterson

[flowerytale]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude

[Text ID: Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

Let it go.]

[bloomingsalma]

our home should have colours and flowers. daisy sims hilditch / christine atkins / stephen darbishire / marie-louise roosevelt pierrepont

[brushoflips]

[poikaboo]

{ID - message from ‘november’ reads, “i’m peeling clementines and thinking about you. i’m sorry i haven’t been a better daughter” END ID}

[julykings]

from In the House With No Doors by Sarah Kay