No-Bake Almond Flour Lemon Brownies (V/GF)
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
we're not kids anymore.
dirt enthusiast
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

if i look back, i am lost
Sade Olutola
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Cosmic Funnies
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No-Bake Almond Flour Lemon Brownies (V/GF)
“There will be a day when you will be glad that you didn’t give up.” - Unknown
To be seen is not to be loved. But to be loved is to be seen and understood completely.
be busy. busy not checking messages. busy reading those books you never started or finished. busy having a good night of sleep. busy taking care of yourself and your skin. busy moving your body. busy helping your community. busy reflecting on your life and what you can improve. busy doing things aside from the capitalistic viewpoint of “productivity.” busy slowing down.
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Today is all about — recharge & reset.
"I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite."
– Via "svnflower-blog" on Tumblr
Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
Continential breakfast, Niall McDiarmid
It's true that books tell you important life lessons and the true meanings of things around you, but some books can really teach you new feelings. Introduce you to the feeling of a sort of confused, awe-struck horror, or the feeling of understanding the soil beneath your toes, or the feeling of the need to understand someone so much you'd tear yourself apart in the process. Some books teach you the importance of knowing other people, but some teach you the importance of knowing yourself above all else.
I love going on walks by myself. No pressure to keep up conversation. And there is something about movement that helps me think. To charge an idea with the body’s inertia. To carry a feeling through the distance and watch it grow.
Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation
Noor Hindi, “A Home,” in DEAR GOD. DEAR BONES. DEAR YELLOW.
[text ID: The breakfast table is my family’s connection to Palestine, to home, to Jordan. Eating is sacred—dipping pita bread into olive oil, an act of love. / Saturday mornings, you’ll find pita bread atop the stove, my mother’s hands flipping each loaf above the flames, her warmth filling us. / The homeland is stuck in our teeth. It’s filling our cavities. It rests on our / tongues. My God. How we yearn for its olive trees. How it haunts our dreams. / How it—]
would love a turntable area. maybe in the future.