When I Shut My Eyes I’m Trying To Envision And Obtain Self Compassion, What I Really Want From Life.

how you get so perfect

You flatter me <3 although I think you should look in a mirror and ask yourself that lol

The four. The one in front being the tallest I have ever seen. Well over twenty feet.

Mentally here lol for what seems like has been forever, i picture you here with me though

𝒜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

Where my soul, mind, and heart live in ungrateful complacency. The storms and strangers that have stayed with, taken refuge, and looked to it for guidance. It seems to continue to bear it all so far. The eroded exposed stone, walls and wooden ceilings repaired year after year. Paint washed or chipped, but always remaining a lighthouse for all. The light is small inside though. Even when that little light goes out, it only is relit by graciousness of inner strength, or more often through the words/actions of those who have enough light burning within them to share.

May I learn to not be just a lighthouse keeper, guider, or shelter. May I forever grow to be a compassionate ever learning student of the world, of others who share this same light

lighthouse study. started in sketchbook and finished in procreate

— Amal El-Mohtar, from This Is How You Lose the Time War (via lunamonchtuna)

Claude Monet

— Marguerite Duras, "The Ravishing of Lol Stein," pub. c. 1964 (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

How does one begin to look, be with, and hear their own heart? I don’t think one can even choose when their heart reminds them of what it yearns for. Nor do I think any real love or connection can ever be ignored or deceived. No matter how much one or I could deafen ears or my conscious. No matter how much I may try to cover my eyes and blind myself with anything you can.

This feeling. This love.

Ergo my heart overflows like a heron’s fountain.

I can hardly feel words will ever do what my heart wishes to communicate. Should I have to spend the next ten years or more searching or learning how to convey my heart I will, should you accept and wish to listen.

As I grow with every new day and mistake, I sit and lay beside my heart. We look to the same horizon hoping to see you and your heart approaching from the distance. There is a calmness, yet anticipation surrounding my heart and I.

If I truly will be allowed to give myself to you and your heart someday, then when that time comes let us speak as one with our hearts as we confess to each other. No matter if we are on opposite sides of this Earth or beside each other.

For I know my heart has the strength to live on and I have the will to befriend you and your heart. With or without shame I hope I never have to do so. I love you so

Plant of the Day

Saturday 8 March 2025

Outside a greengrocers shop in Deal, Kent, were these colourful pots of Anemone coronaria (garden anemone, poppy windflower, St Brigid's anemone). There was a great range of bright shallowly cup-shaped flowers in red, violet-blue and white which were all attracting the local bees.

Jill Raggett

Nothing more true

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.