wildwoodbloom

Katie. I day dream as well as observe every thing I see on a molecular level.

[ladycordis-deactivated20240208]

“i feel like i have no purpose” You are not a fixed entity. You do not have one grand, singular, constant purpose. As long as you have genuine intent behind your actions, everything you do serves a purpose. As long as you are truly present, you notice that everything contributes to a greater whole. You do not need to dedicate yourself endlessly to one practice to achieve a purpose; allow yourself to oscillate freely between them all. Experiment. You are not one dimensional: treat yourself as such.

[bunneis]

[997]

RIP

[wildwoodbloom]

The Earth is breathing

A mossy earth breathes effortlessly beneath your feet while other species work in a place between asleep and awake.

microorganism channels populate routes mindfully charted while the mundane sleep.

Bioliminescent dinoflagelletes racing through glowing seas, while I think of you and me.

Industrial bees know no written schedules noting time by the flowers on the trees.

Glacial streams rejuvenate, the place where we are free.

Cracked skin stitched back together with mountain peaks of wisdom, the tenacity of the sea.

Awake!! burrowing creature of comfort, traversing a kingdom of Magnoliophyta reverts to simpler means.

[wildwoodbloom]

Life isn't so bad sometimes. You know that feeling when you're just sort of coasting, not great but not bad? The plateau.

Sick all week, my sink leaks, and last night my boyfriend and I slept on an air mattress due to a bipolar Michigan's first heat-wave of the year. The dog kept me up all night.

However, my bills are always paid (except fuck you student loans). There's a roof over my head and beautiful land surrounding the homestead. It's cooling down outside. I can feed the mouths under my roof plus some to spare. Relishing in the peace of the plateau. Life's not always climbing mountains, and lord knows I've climbed alot of them. Its okay to envelope yourself in the comfort of the plateau. Senses awake when the sun shines my skin through my sunroof, in the water droplets that nourish germinating seeds on my front porch. The way my boyfriend calls me a sweetheart for telling him to rest more while I blow up an air mattress in the dark hoursbof the night. The literal smile my dog gives me when he gets a bone. We alright, out here on this plateau. Unnecessary to know what's next, because I'll see when I get there.

[ritikajyala]

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[queenmoriarty]

a place where hidden secrets lie

[wildwoodbloom]

When someone asks if you ever miss him and you say never,

Yet its every other moment of every day,

And to hear his name is the sounds of the fibrous tissue tearing in your heart.

5

[wildwoodbloom]

Sometimes I feel like DP is the only person in the world that genuinely cares about me.

[ghibligif]

[wildwoodbloom]

The brains speaks in waves, eyes closed. We tumble through. Always resurfacing, to catch our breath.

[wildwoodbloom]

A theory: you can't help who you love. But you can choose to love yourself.

[wildwoodbloom]

I feel so good being me and accomplished with what i have created for myself. Things arent always perfect, but they are perfectly messy. Lifes messy and the beauty of it is, i always find a way to make things work and i will always have that quality #happinessisamindset

[jehovahhthickness]

Repeat after me: My self respect will always come before my feelings.

[strangeuglywomen]

Im allergic to hookup culture and too weird to participate anyway. Die in my arms.

[wildwoodbloom]

When choosing between something you know and something someone else taught you to believe, choose what you know.

[danger]