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Whether you know it or not, Everything is about the Morning Light

shimmering green beetle flew in through my open window, buzzing on my lamp. that is not your home. i saw him and he was beautiful. gentle scoop with my phone, front legs pressed against glass, buzzing again to the curtain. i shake the curtain out. freed.

Potential good mashup: Bit of Rain - Empress Of x Losing You - Solange I think u could interpolate it almost like a canon…

In Kierkegaard's Works of Love, he explains that, much like how prayer is meant to change the heart of the one who prays, the task of love is not to find someone worthy of love, but to build the capacity for it in oneself

I was spitting fire here. Or maybe just tears

Alexa Demie meditated in isolation, did EMDR & falconry, sobbed as she saw herself reflected in female mystics, struggled to release her Love for solitude, ventured into world again & realized she can be both hermit & outwardly manifest. She is so me. This was my exact process.

it's disgustingly easy to completely turn your life around in less than a year. no matter how far you fall, this is a truism that cannot be escaped

Wow this blowed up check out my poem x.com/whimsypill/sta…

I love her. I get her

its june 1st which means everything is possible again, the sun is warm on your heart, you can keep trying over and over, and whats yours will find u with ease

Everything in my life is part of building an altar

the way she was already teasing the new era more than a year ago, her genius continues to amaze me

you have to believe me when i tell you that going out and experiencing life is really the best medicine for improving your art and writing and restoring your passion

ohhhh sometimes i feel bad for getting what i want

@johnsmithyson0 Yes sooo cute

@whimsypill Were they honest to god blue?

Dreams of my mountain farm mini donkeys :)

Back when I was in my twenties, I came across a picture of me when I was crying as a little kid. My parents had been taught to feel uncomfortable about the emotions I was having. So to feel less uncomfortable, they would tease me. It was quite an image: You could see the dumbfounded expression on my face. I couldn’t believe my parents had the camera out. I realized then: “That must be why I haven’t cried in nearly fourteen years...” After I saw that picture, I put it on my desk, and told myself: “I’m going to learn how to cry again.” A whole year went by of that picture sitting on my desk… but I still hadn’t figured out how to cry. I just couldn’t get the tears to come. So I decided to try something different. I went out into the woods to a faraway trail where no one could see or hear me (that’s how much shame I had around it) and I started fake crying. I did that for about three months, just faking it. Until all of a sudden, it started to actually happen: I began to cry. It was one of the biggest reliefs of my life. My body let go of years of tension in just days. I just let myself cry for nearly four days straight — while I was brushing my teeth, while I was eating lunch, whatever I was doing. The most beautiful part I discovered was that underneath all that sadness was a deep, persistent joy and a deeper capacity to feel and love.