#journalcore

[ephemeralwizard]

[babiefats]

I have been having a bit of a weird one—

Somehow whenever my life is going the weirdest, I lean on media journaling and I truly think it is the most meta form of escapism that I can curate: going to my little escapism book to escape into my escapism media.

[mixedindy]

30pcs junk journal kit @Lovelyboxbytina via etsy

[aubergineanathema]

A peaceful death.

I went out to my balcony to water my tomato plants and saw something on one of the leaves. It was a dead bee. It looked like it had stung someone, and then flew all the way up several stories to my balcony to die. I wonder what happened to make it sting someone and end its life. I can’t believe it managed to curl up so perfectly, and in such a way that it didn’t roll off the leaf.  I stared at it a long time, curled up on a leaf in the sunlight, apparently unbothered by the breeze. Even peaceful deaths in sunshine are somber.

[signednse]

♡Love. It does something to us. It awakens a part of our soul, stops us in our path. And without even the slightest warning, entangls our fate with the one in which we collide.

Love. It causes us to collide into another individual, risking leaving the door open for them to come into our study and become apart of the journal of our life. Before we know it, we trust them. We try their favorite food. Days are spent looking forward to the moment we meet them again. Soon after, lunch dates become dinner and tomorrow becomes goodnight. And you find yourself in ways, you never knew was possible. And no matter how much you began to feel like a painting someone spilled water on, mainly because life starts seeing you both,

Love sweeps in. You stumble colliding into them again. A messy dance in your head is a star winning motion picture to fate. A deepended kiss rooted by experiences and anchored understanding. The sun falls like dew highlighting their skin and you become stilled. Taking in those slow few seconds, watching the flutter of eyelashes as their dark eyes sink through. And oh love, you sink too. Right back into those first few moments when your paths crossed, right back against them, into the calm tide of their voice, and the musical laughter... completely and utterly consumed by,

Love.♡

~Signed, NSE

[positivethinkingyo]

Pressed flower from my moms funeral. ♥️

[yearinlou]

Some see a pen, I see a harpoon.

@lostundertheinfluence and I are now aesthetically matching!

[24-7dreamland]

human skin