Every window in our house seemed to have been assigned a specific role, each one had numerous tales to tell.
- Farah Bashir, Rumours of Spring
When you feel you have lost everything, you still have
books
unexpected kindness in strangers
the rest of the world to travel
languages to learn
animals to take care of
volunteer work to do
the power of a good night’s rest
the changing of seasons
infinite things to learn
billions of people to meet and possibly love
billions of people who might love you back
Needed this today
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Love breaks my bones
And I laugh
Fall is getting nearer and nearer which means it’s almost socially acceptable to watch over the garden wall and obsess over it again
oh to be a duck, peacefully floating in the water, softly quacking
allez où vous vous sentez le plus vivant 🕊
Art is just so genuinely impressive to me like being able to sketch people from memory and paint
talking to people and collecting clues in a murder mystery kinda vibe
felt like drawing some women and some bugs you know how it goes