finding my place

microdosing on going outside by sitting in sun spots like a cat

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do you want to be a bookstore owner, cafe owner or a flower shop owner

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U can grieve and still live life. U can miss loving someone and love others. You can hold onto the good moments and simultaneously the bad moments. You can take the learning from a person you let go off and use it for the better. You can love someone and they may not be the right person. You can wish someone the best and love them from a distance. You can think fondly of someone and never talk to them again.. mysteries of the world…

If reincarnation is real I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to their own music they made in a different life and read books they don't remember writing

I need you all to know that I'm thinking about this post on a daily basis. How many people discover their own graves? How many stares at their own mummies? Visit monuments without remembering they built them?

Maybe our souls are meant to forget so we can discover the world one more time, find beauty again in the little things we had become familiar with, learn again how to love the people we knew for years, find peace and inspiration in the things we did in a different life and were once ashamed of.

i think one of the sweetest part of loving someone, is having their wellness prioritised as if it were your own. it becomes natural to share whatever goodness you have or do, with them. like "oh!! this chocolate is so good! I'm going to save a piece for her!" or instinctively saying their name in every prayer you make. instead of thinking or doing good for only yourself, you do it for them too. love merge people in such a way, that they become not only a part of our life but an extension of us.

It’s that time of year again

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

Batcombe Gardens. Photo - Eva Nemeth.

Idk man, being alone just feels safer.

Therapy is not enough, I need to eat pasta with the person I love on a sunny afternoon in an Italian vineyard.

they should make it easier

what?

Everything. All of it

no offense but if your friend is trying out a new hobby be fucking nice to them

source: my feelings and what i think is true

new will to live just dropped (the trees are in bloom and days are starting to get long again)