Curate, connect, and discover
Romanticizing Life - Blog Posts
MAKING LIFE BEAUTIFUL ༊*·˚
beauty is a high value of mine, it makes life worth living, and with that i don't mean conforming to commercial beauty standards, but cultivating a beautiful environment, inner thoughts/mindset, and lifestyle. here are some things i want to do to make my life more beautiful:
avoiding stress by doing tasks and assignments early
feeling refreshed by not staying up late
experiencing the sunrise and sunset by waking up early and being more mindful of my environment/nature
having a clean and tidy room
having an organized digital space
having an athletic and flexible body by regularly exercising and stretching
having an uncluttered mind by journaling my thoughts everyday
having a positive mindset (no self-loathing, ugly thoughts!)
making life meaningful by not only consuming, but also creating beautiful things through creative means
pursuing my hobbies (writing, drawing, singing, dancing, crafting)
eating less processed food & more beautifully prepared healthy food
being hygienic by smelling good, caring for my nails & hair, and wearing stainless clean clothing
avoiding stress by not being forced to hurry
concentrating being in the present moment
minimizing social media usage
creating a nice atmosphere with matching music
basically romanticizing my life
i hope these tips help you cultivate a more beautiful life too! i might make more blog posts if i feel inspired, because they are pretty too ;)
︶︶୨୧︶⊹︶⊹︶୨୧︶⊹︶⊹︶୨୧︶⊹︶⊹︶୨୧︶︶
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
Love isn't the sacrifice, it's the act of giving.
letters from medea, salma deera | giovannis room, james baldwin | all i ask of you, phantom of the opera | because dreaming costs money my dear, mitski | water lilies claude monet | bittersweet, rumi | in case you dont live forever, ben platt | quote by sade andria zabala | photo by leonardo papèra | the rockrose and the thistle, the amazing devil | radio silence, alice oseman | this is how you lose the time war, amal el-mohtar
a silly little web weave based on perrie.
@aneid / sydney smith / unknown / @bakwaaas / @nutnoce / @dearestvita
it’s so true that the greatest weapon against nihilism and existential despair is to find joy in the mundane and never stop chasing after love
I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.
People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.
oranges (and clementines and tangerines) as vessels of love
Alessia Di Cesare, Eduardo Mueses, Rebecca O’Connor, Frank Ocean - Golden Girl (Feat. Tyler, The Creator), Nina LaCour, @smokedsugar, Gary Soto
Mary Oliver, "I don’t want to live a small life" from Red Bird
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
ur early 20s are about being obsessed with kindness and mary oliver and seasonal fruits and recreating comfort foods you ate as a child and learning how to love and crying because you have no choice but to live the life before you and finding god on the bus back from the grocery store
to all the people who used to top their classes but can't find the energy to do that assignment now, to all the people who watch dance covers in awe and imagine themselves doing the choreography wearing crop tops and cargo pants, to all the people who love watching aesthetic videos and vlogs and yearn for their home to be cottagecore with soft radio in the background someday, to all the people who stare at pretty strangers, wishing they had their eyes, or their hair or their pretty smile, i just wanna say that i see you and you are a beautiful soul. you are worthy and capable of living the life of your dreams. ♡♡♡
i feel so called out T-T
sorry but my life’s purpose is to sip tea, read love poems & cry
not all of it is bad i think….…. we are going to be okay i think.
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days. And thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
Unknown (via thoughtkick)
if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.
“you‘re so quiet” baby i’m not even here. i’m fantasizing about a book i read weeks ago. move on.
nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years
october cups my face in gentle hands. sunlight filters through me, casting my heart on the pavement like stained glass. i know i'm going to be alright.
if you woke up late, your morning didn't go well, something unexpected happened at the beginning of the day and you are now sad and worried your day will be wasted, don’t worry. take a deep breath and start with where you left off. you can always start at any point of the day. you can start getting your life together at 5PM in case you were too tired and sleeping all day long. please don't give a bad 20 minutes or so of an incident the power to dictate the rest of the day. you dictate the energy you want. start wherever you want. rest when you need to. you got this ♡
Brian Wilson went to bed for three years. Jean-Michel Basquiat would spend all day in bed. Monica Ali, Charles Bukowski, Marcel Proust, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Tracey Emin, Emily Dickinson, Edith Sitwell, Frida Kahlo, William Wordsworth, René Descartes, Mark Twain, Henri Matisse, Kathy Acker, Derek Jarman and Patti Smith all worked or work from bed and they’re productive people. (Am I protesting too much?) Humans take to their beds for all sorts of reasons: because they’re overwhelmed by life, need to rest, think, recover from illness and trauma, because they’re cold, lonely, scared, depressed – sometimes I lie in bed for weeks with a puddle of depression in my sternum – to work, even to protest (Emily Dickinson, John and Yoko). Polar bears spend six months of the year sleeping, dormice too. Half their lives are spent asleep, no one calls them lazy. There’s a region in the South of France, near the Alps, where whole villages used to sleep through the seven months of winter – I might be descended from them. And in 1900, it was recorded that peasants from Pskov in northwest Russia would fall into a deep winter sleep called lotska for half the year: ‘for six whole months out of the twelve to be in the state of Nirvana longed for by Eastern sages, free from the stress of life, from the need to labour, from the multitudinous burdens, anxieties, and vexations of existence’.
— Viv Albertine, To Throw Away Unopened.
Mary Oliver, “I’m Feeling Fabulous, Possibly Too Much So. But I Love It.” Blue Horses
People who get excited over the stars, the moon and sunsets are my kinda people
what on earth makes you feel like you're incomplete? you are crafted from the finest stars, with a built-in imagination, constantly time travelling through daydreams. you are marvelous and magical and curious and capable, a natural disaster, completely human.
Ekta Somera
I want the writer lifestyle. An apartment filled with books. Frequenting a quaint side-street cafe. Carrying a notebook everywhere. Memorising poems and book passages. Observing the world, experiencing everything I can. Noting every sensation. Being an artist, a creative, a bohemian.
we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!! we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!