Words To Live By

Claude Monet

And finally I understand, why they call it "falling" in love. It's because, suddenly, you're falling. There's no stopping it, much like there's no stopping gravity. One day I tripped, and fell down this blessed hole, with you.

So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence. -R. Arnold

Would love to see one like this in person someday

Plant of the Day

Wednesday 12 March 2025

Native to Australia, Acacia dealbata (blue wattle, mimosa, silver wattle) is hardy between -5ºC and 1ºC, it does best in southern and coastal regions of the UK, where winters are milder. Here this fast-growing, evergreen tree, was thriving in a restaurant garden near Deal, Kent, and was covered with almond fragranced, bright yellow flowers and bees. Branches of flowerheads can be used as cut flowers.

Jill Raggett

Three Tetons (1895) by Thomas Moran

When I shut my eyes I’m trying to envision and obtain self compassion, what I really want from life.

To be near the people who continue to grow dear to me, Uncrustables, and to preserve, protect, learn, and be one with beautiful, breath taking, more than I can comprehend, types of places such as this.

Well I’m speechless lol

The Rabbit’s Leap

Timid, shaking, eyes dart wide, The rabbit trembles, seeks to hide. Afraid of true rejection’s sting, The kind that leaves you frozen, clinging.

Yet trembling, it steps ahead, Though looking back, its heart is dread. The forest, dark, once felt so near, Now whispers endless paths of fear.

What if this journey leads to none? What if freedom leaves it undone? Chains of wounds still fresh, still raw, The rabbit bleeds, its breath in awe.

Each step forward, growth and pain, Each step back feels cursed again. Its white fur stains with every fall, It hates itself, yet braves it all.

With a fox’s drive and deepened breath, It shakes off nature’s quiet death. The rabbit dares to break its mold, Embrace the new, though weak and cold.

It finds the sun, its warm embrace, And faces nights alone in space. Some would call it prey by name, But not all see it quite the same.

For even sitting still’s a choice, The rabbit runs to find its voice. Time waits for none; it knows this best, Wonderland is a self-made quest.

With wounds still healing, soul still worn, The rabbit hops through paths forlorn. Softly, it speaks of rewards unknown, And lets the past stay overthrown.

Each day’s an adventure, bold and bright, Even for a rabbit afraid of the night. Though fear still lingers after the fall, The rabbit moves, despite it all.

— v, from “excerpt from a book i will never write” (via letsbelonelytogetherr)

Truly is pleasantly odd how ever clear it is the room that will eternally and effortlessly exist in my heart for you

i’ll never not be in love with you