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How to Improve Your Mental Wellbeing Getting your home right to help improve your mental wellbeing in check is no easy task, but it is more essential than ever. Before, we used to be so busy at work in a traditional office that we were barely noticing what our homes were like. Your Mental Wellbeing Now, our work busyness and our home are one and the same, and finding peace there has become harder to achieve. Its time to take steps to create a home that’s more tranquil and pleasant. Make It Easier to Breathe It’s probably escaped your notice
Sunken Gardens in St. Petersburg Florida. #nature #plantsofinstagram #tropical #waterfalls #trainquil #beautifuldestinations #fun #flamingos #birds #trees #beautiful (at Pinellas County, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpQkhhvnsTb0pnCF0m-TcxzqBGiF1G0cLxdedE0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2px4ccqez211
Inktober day 2: Trainquil
Inktobertale day 2: Grillby
Look at this entry for day two of inktober. I always thought the hill in the graveyard for nightmare before Christmas was always a bit trainquil. #nightmarebeforechristmas #inktober #inktober2018 #trainquil #halloween #graveyard #simplymeanttobe https://www.instagram.com/p/BodPh_sHzJ5/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1u7fbdhj5x2jo
your beauty leaves me stunned.
The sun beams above but he feels no warmth in its light as he stands upon pliable dirt freshly replaced back into the chasm dug for her. His gaze falls upon it, and he feels the distance it creates between them in the soles of his feet. Faltering to his knees his weight far too heavy to bear, a hand gropes the ground as though he can caress her through the earth. Perhaps wake her from this impossibly deep slumber she has undertaken. Visions cloud his eyes, and he squeezes them shut to force them away, but they continue to flicker behind his eyelids. Wrong, everything is very wrong and the world twists in a sickening torrent of dizziness. She sits far too still, no crafting or gentle singing. A fear grows within him of calling her name, strangling his senses. Already, he is certain of the fate that has befallen her, and Varric's cryptic words of warning become painfully clear. He comes to her, reaching for her, begging his suspicions to be wrong. His touch finds her shoulder, she is far colder than she should be. Her eyes turn to him, and in that instant a cry of utter anguish and fury bursts forth from every fiber of his being. Her irises are empty of her, glassed over, without their light. In the same manner as a broken slave, she inquires of him his request, and he almost pleads with her to break free from the nightmare she's been sealed within. Instead, his fingers hastily brush her blond bangs aside, proving once more his fears are reality. He cannot bear to touch the sun branded in her pale flesh scarring it red and disrupting the scarlet patterns. Cannot bear to know it marks her body and, somehow, her spirit. There was a time, once long ago, he had thought this the best outcome for a mage, but now he despised it's very concept. Now he understood it's terrible cost, the price of a forsaken ideal he now faces paying in full. He had never conceived that he would find one mage in all the world who kept true to just ideals and never imagined he would love her so deeply. And never had he thought he would lose her to such a calamity. Yet, here she lingers, lost in the void of somewhere he cannot reach. And he trembles, quakes before her. She cannot understand his terror nor his despair. He holds her, presses her close as all the universe falls apart around him. His cries are quiet, his weeping sound because he finds no strength to voice his inner screaming. She cannot be healed, cannot be saved and even if she breathes, he must now live without her. Her body still moves but she is not there. Just a corpse with its soul bound inside enough to make it wander but never live. All hope is destroyed all emotion devastated. He understands this much. How long he ties her into his embrace is something far beyond his mind. Moments or hours, they fall away, the hurt only bleeding more from him as they pass. Slowly he unfurls her from his arms, his sobs turning to silence but his tears still streaking his face, hot and thick. He thinks of a particular night in the Chantry and the first tranquil they had come across. Karl, he remembers the name only by circumstance. She bade Anders to grant him peace, stating something she had claimed often. She would rather face death than endure being made so empty. Her desires were cast aside, she suffers what she feared most.
Thievery Corporation - Facing East