theres something about being disabled and needing to sit down constantly in public spaces that makes you notice how often benches are put up as tributes and memorials. and before i hit an age where i really started to need them as frequently i think i never fully understood the sentiment but now its become very endearing to me. a bit of relief and care for you in the name of someone who offered us the same… i dont think i had a point with this post but i hope everyone thats been memorialized as such knows how loved they were to become synonymous with respite even to total strangers
A fawn curled up beside a fake deer which is used for target practice
Since when did I start going to bed at 5 and waking up at 3?
perfect new meme template just dropped
Lauer Regen, Sommerregen Rauscht von Büschen, rauscht von Bäumen. O wie gut und voller Segen, Einmal wieder satt zu träumen! War so lang im Hellen draussen, Ungewohnt ist mir dies Wogen: In der eignen Seele hausen, Nirgends fremdwärts hingezogen. Nichts begehr ich, nichts verlang ich, Summe leise Kindertöne, Und verwundert heim gelang ich In der Träume warme Schöne. Herz, wie bist du wund gerissen Und wie selig, blind zu wühlen, Nichts zu denken, nichts zu wissen, Nur zu atmen und zu fühlen!
– Hermann Hesse
they need to make a pocket dimension you can hide in where time doesn't pass and everything is soft
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colors of the sky.