titsay:

Bumblebutts 🐝✨

the-hearth-and-the-wild:

Being by the sea is like a permanent baptism; the light and air hypnotizes, and your soul is washed by vastness.

Iain Pears, The Portrait

spectrologie-deactivated2023041:

moments with the moon by Bjørg-Elise Tuppen

a-quiet-green-agreement:

Intense joy is somewhat like pain, she thought. Or like a dizzy spell. Strangely, it was not unlike grief.

– Yōko Mori, from “Spring Storm,” The Mother of Dreams: Portrayals of Women in Modern Japanese Fiction (Kodansha, 1989)

titsay:

the-moon-loves-the-sea:

When your living space is a mess, don’t ever look around and think you should have managed better. Don’t look at the chaos as all the things you should have done. Look around and think, “Look how exhausted I’ve been. I have been saving my energy to save myself and that is right.” And then ask yourself what is one thing you could do that would make you feel more at home in your space–one thing you can manage right now. If that’s fluffing up your pillows, if that’s putting the cups back in the kitchen, if that’s writing a list of fruit you haven’t had in a while and going out to buy it, if it’s picking up your laundry from the floor and putting it on the chair, if it’s wiping the dust off your crystals–that’s enough. Do what would help you now. It’s okay to be tired. It’s okay to be a mess. It’s enough to do what would help and leave the rest.