I wish you could see how hard I'm trying...
But then
I start to think,
Maybe you do.
But you're so hurt, that my suffering brings you pleasure.
But what do I do then?
"it may have to travel back generations..." I've never thought about this before but you are so right ❤️
But, but, but...
Oh blinding sun
Judgemental eye
Turn your gaze
Hour on hour
Let daylight die
Release me
From your stare
Your penetrating light
Be gone!
Let me
Embrace my shadows
In the comfort
Of the night
🙃🫠😅 #TwoTypes ? 😅😅🖤
This is my first day in solitude for weeks.
I know I am supposed to be:
Relaxing
Spending time how I want
BE-ing
Instead I can't stop:
Worrying
Frozen
THINK-ing
Why is relaxing so difficult.
How can I ALSO fail so hard at relaxing?
That reflected light on the back of the top blackbird 😱💯🖤
Or... just enough? Sounds like an interesting jumping ally 😅🖤
Oh man that must be so difficult. 😔
Ohhhhh do I understand this. When "self care" (to us, doing anything that might resemble joyful feelings) becomes a chore because you are "supposed" to do it. 🫠🙃
😭 nooooooo
Beautiful 🖤🔥
Perfect word to describe.
I want to scream this one from the roof.
Tentatively,
It bobbed.
A rhythm unheard
To the mists song
Daffodil
How do we let go
Of a past
That shaped us so
Nowadays
I have more scars
Than skin
Need to try this. I would need colors in the load and all my clothes are black 😅🥲🤣
Yeeeesssssssss
The lightning strikes
The tower falls
You can't hide
Within your walls
Nothing is left
Safety is gone
Time to rebuild
Time for the dawn
All your ideas
Scattered on lawn.
Who will you be now?
That your tower is gone?
A white doffodill with a graceful flower resembling more of a white petticoat rather than the typical loud trumpet. It has 5 little starlike petals surrounding it. Crocus size so smaller as well.
This is a petticoat daffodil. They grow in the green dividers in the town roads here. #BloomSky #Nature
I am a big reader. But my little one decided they were too cool to read at 6 😭. I'll get them one day haha.
So I do understand. Started doing this at the library because mine doesn't want it at home 😅
A book with a boy on the cover with very long hair. The hair turns into a blue river with children playing in it and reeds and seagrass growing in the curves. Text is white " My hair is as Long as a River". By Charlie Castle and Emma Farrarons.
Today's book to read at the library to the kids was My Hair is as Long as a River. It is about a boy who grows his hair long because it helps him feel safe and happy. The message is that it is HIS hair. And do with it as he likes because he takes care of it. 🖤 #KidLit
The starlings speech
While chattering to each other
Seem like serious topics
Problem solved!
Mmmmmmm love when I can smell a photo 🌿🖤
Ahhhh brilliant 🖤
Probably they come to this space to avoid it so won't follow back political accounts I suppose
The spring
Such a history of burning
Fingers on the heavy drapes
#Timid, hopeful, dreading
All at once
Slowly it begins
Light therapy
#porphyria #vss365 #PMLE
Nooooo..... I get all my book recommendations from here 😅
Still trying to learn this 🖤
Yeeeeesssssss 🖤🖤🖤
