Ugh Why Must I Be Always So Repulsed By My Own Vulnerability But I Find It Very Moving And Impressive

Sweet September Blessings.

ig credit: thenovelacademy.

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own [originally published 1929]

La Nuit (before 1937)

— by Auguste Raynaud

Ruth Awad, “Reasons To Live”

Thurs,1st feb | Feburay started with thunderstorms for me, and im not complaining. It feels so weird to make a post after more than a year. i have completely forgotten my ways, regardless im more than happy to be back on here!

Day 1 of 30nym: What are your main goals for this challenge?

I struggle with having the discipline i want so i hope this could somehow peer pressure me into pushing a bit more? Also i wanted to make a comeback on here lol

🎧: Love wins all _IU

fall is here 🍂🍁

[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.