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Bored boys waiting for Halloween

All the honeys

by NataliaDrepina

Spirited Away is so beautiful and tragic to me. Imagine having this prolonged adventure with otherworldly creatures and magic from another realm. Then having to return to the human world afterwards. The thought puts a pit in my stomach. Leaving that all behind. I hope she didn’t forget. Did she feel misplaced? Would having one foot in each world give her access to both or to neither of them? Will she ever be able to enjoy a Sunday morning without comparing it to dragons and witches and spirits and love? Will she remember in fragments but chalk it up to daydreams?

What if every time she walked by a river she felt something she couldn’t place. Like forgetting the lyrics to a song but humming the melody. What if she tried to pull on the string of those buried memories but they wouldn’t unfurl. What if she knew, deep down, there were places where the veil between realms was thin but never searched for them. What if she never tried to find magic again and just went on with her human life?

Sometimes I feel like that. Like I know there’s something more. Something other, better. Like maybe I’ve had adventures I can’t remember with friends who are now just faceless silhouettes in my mind. Like maybe my cohorts are just waiting for me to remember them. To get away. To come back.

Or maybe I’m just sad because this existence is very rarely soft and magical the way I want it to be.

Dear old world', she murmured, 'you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.

Blades of bees and poppies ⚔️

The glory of gardening: hands in the dirt, head in the sun, heart with nature. To nurture a garden is to feed not just the body, but the soul. Share the botanical bliss of gardeners through the ages, who have cultivated philosophies to apply to their own - and our own - lives.

small things to add to a hand written letter:

The older I get the more I realize lying is a waste of energy, its better to tell everyone the truth and let them be mad about it while you have a clear conscious 

*picking up rocks and clumps of moss and placing them carefully in my jacket pockets* inventory

having a body causes me so much agony i wish i was just a floating entity with no physical form

In the mood to explore the woods and find an abandoned home overgrown with nature to reside in