Life on the River
Sunday, 7 January 2024
They say things can always be better, but with you everything is already enough. I just want to continue growing in love.
being each other’s safe space while dealing with life >>
There are still people who have deep conversations with plants, flowers, rivers and animals around them. They speak simple words of gratitude, never stop praying for others, cultivating family and gardens, leaving footsteps where new things grow. They breathe the way of grace.
I think falling in love is a bit like looking up at the sky and laughing in ecstasy while everyone else just stares at the cackling maniac.
Knee socks, cashmere sweater dress, coffee with cream, journaling, planning, reading, reminiscing, flipping through things. Well rested, the house is neat, the sink is clean and you can just be. 🖤
Hot shower, creamy body butter, cashmere Pijama set, chestnuts candles, sitting by the fireplace with a hot chocolate, taking it all in, it feels like a creamy winter dream 💌🖤
Every true love and friendship is a story of unexpected transformation. If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven’t loved enough.”
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In order to be irreplaceable, one must always be different. – Coco Chanel
“It doesn't matter if I think like a boy or a girl. It doesn't matter anymore if I'm either or both or neither. All that shit seems so petty and immaterial now. There's so little difference between one human being and the next, it's just hypotheses, human ideas about life and the world and words that mean nothing, about definitions that mean nothing to Earth, to nature, to the universe. Boys and girls and intersex people and me--we're just ideas, and when we're dead, the ideas will go with us. It all means nothing.”― Abigail Tarttelin, Golden Boy
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Anastasiia Zakharenko by David Dubnitskiy
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.