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daisies-in-thedark: “There is nothing wrong with wanting attention. It doesn’t make you selfish. It...

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itscolossal : > World Tree: A Branching River Etched into the Ground by Krisztián > Balogh > 

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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“The best portion of your life will be the small, nameless moments you spend smiling with...

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chrisriddellblog : > Credo by Neil Gaiman.

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afroui : > ISA MARCELLI

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sashaira : > Hypnopompia 2   >  > 14″ x 11″  >  > Oil on canvas  >  > Available

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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sashaira : > Hypnopompia 2   >  > 14″ x 11″  >  > Oil on canvas  >  > Available

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“May you be so fortunate … To be surrounded by people who will help you get untangled from the...

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kelogsloops : > an unlikely sort of friendship 

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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“In my own worst seasons I’ve come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again.” ― Barbara Kingsolver, High Tide in Tucson: Essays from Now or Never A glimpse into my heart…a visual poem…colors speak to me and represent my mood. This is where I post images of feelings and longing, and things that remind me of the life I have with the man I love. I put other things here http://crazy-curiosities.tumblr.com UNDER 18 NOT ALLOWED. If you own the copyrights to images contained herein, please let me know and I will remove it immediately.

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bibliophile-exhibitionism : > ~ BEAUTIFUL BOOKWORMS ~ > 

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“Most of my life has been spent trying to shrink myself. Trying to become smaller. Quieter....

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